"Ding—" a message notification came from the live broadcasting backstage.

I opened the private message, and someone with the ID "Master Qingning" sent me a message:

【Don't eat it! Do you know what that thing is?!】

I was filled with question marks. What else could it be?

Worried that she might say something wrong to the fans, I patiently explained to her: 【This is pickled fish eyes brought from my relatives' hometown. It's only available there, and you probably haven't seen it before.】

【Take a clearer photo and send it to me. There's something wrong with this thing.】

【Think about it, you drank a lot of water, and the symptoms of a bloated and painful lower abdomen appeared after eating this thing, right?】

【I'm not lying to you. You really can't eat it anymore!】

【This is my number XXXXXXX, please contact me.】

The messages from the other side came back quickly and urgently, popping up one after another.

I dislike people who pretend to be mysterious and supernatural the most.

Annoyed, I pressed the screen to turn it off, but I couldn't bring myself to finish the last spoonful of fish eyes.

After struggling for a moment, I walked out of the room, holding the bowl.

Aunt Yu seemed to have been observing me all along, and she hurriedly took the bowl and plate from my hand.

Seeing that there was still a spoonful of fish eyes left inside, she frowned and said, "Nannan, there's still a bit left. Hurry up and finish it, I'll take care of the dishes."

I tried to avoid her hand and said, "I can't finish it. I'll wash it myself."

Hearing this, Aunt Yu tightly held onto the bowl and plate, her tone raised by eight degrees, "How can't you finish it? Each of those was picked out one by one by the old man, and I worked hard to pickle them and bring them back from the village. Why are you so wasteful?"

I suddenly became angry, "I just..."

"Enough! It's just a mouthful of pickled pearls. My mom brought them back with great effort, and you should just eat them! Why make a fuss?!" My boyfriend, who had been playing games on the sofa all this time, impatiently interrupted our argument.

"Why don't you eat it?!" I scooped up the remaining fish eye with a provocative gesture and walked over, offering it to him.

He couldn't even be bothered to lift his head and swallowed it in one gulp, his brows still tightly furrowed.

Almost at the same time, Aunt Yu screamed from behind, "You can't eat it!"