Ahua, Uncle, Third Aunt, and the others with Jing Shu quietly drew a sharp breath. They could only curse inwardly, Damn! These Yun Gui people are truly something else. We Wu City People would definitely cook our insects.
"What's wrong? Afraid to eat?" the swarthy man sneered, a hint of contempt in his eyes. We ate maggots when we were starving back then. What's with this pretentious act now?
The Yun Gui Eighteen Strange Insects, as the name suggested, had strangeness as their defining characteristic. Each one possessed a bizarre and grotesque shape that truly baffled anyone on how to even begin eating them.
Jing Shu, smiling amiably, grabbed an insect the size of her palm, similar to a spider. She skillfully removed its abdomen, plucked off its dozen or so black, furry legs, and gobbled down the white flesh squeezed from their roots.
The taste was fresh, with an earthy undertone.
"Water-boiled hairy spider. Tastes good."
