After leaving that place, I found a spot where I could work and study at the same time.

I gave myself a new name, Wang Shengnan, and after graduating high school, I entered a factory.

While working in the factory, I met my husband, Zhang Yu.

His family was from the city, but their conditions were not good; he grew up in a single-parent household with only his mother.

Perhaps it was a lack of love, or maybe it was the mutual pity of two people with tragic backgrounds, but Zhang Yu treated me very well.

We rented a place together, saved money together, and eventually bought a two-bedroom second-hand apartment in Jingyi Garden in the old city.

Life was supposed to go on peacefully like this.

But something unexpected happened. I got pregnant and was fired from the factory, so the household income relied entirely on Zhang Yu.

What made me more uneasy was that I started to frequently think about the meat soup from my childhood dinners.

I tossed and turned at night, and was anxious during the day. Zhang Yu noticed my odd behavior, but he never knew the reason.

Until one night, I was talking in my sleep, constantly shouting that I wanted to eat meat.

Zhang Yu started bringing meat home for me to eat every day, but how could his meager salary support that?

There was meat on the dining table, but I still grew thinner by the day, because that wasn't what I truly craved.

I thought, the child of those evil parents is destined to be a freak; I inherited their bad habit.

Because my desire was not satisfied, I began to speak harshly to Zhang Yu, and sometimes even took physical actions against him.

Zhang Yu never fought back, because after I acted out, I would hug him and apologize, saying I was wrong. Two people lacking love would hold each other to comfort one another.

I knew that Zhang Yu wouldn't fight back because he loved me.

Then one day, Zhang Yu came back with a black plastic bag and cooked a pot of meat soup with the meat inside.

It was the familiar taste, the taste from the broken table of my childhood, exactly the same.

I looked at Zhang Yu in astonishment.

Zhang Yu said it was given to us by Ah Hui, the son of the lady downstairs, saying they couldn't finish it and gave it to us to try.

Zhang Yu ate it too; I had thought he wouldn't get used to it.

But then again, we are a perfect match.

Zhang Yu also indulged in the meat soup and even said to me, "Free meat tastes the best."

Taking advantage of Zhang Yu going to work, I went to find Ah Hui downstairs.

With one look into his eyes, I knew I had found a kindred spirit.

Through Ah Hui, I used Zhang Yu's old QQ account to enter a group chat: "Things have come to this, let's eat first."

This group chat gathered fetishists from all over the world, each with their own preferences and peculiarities.

I felt at ease, as if I had found my organization.

From then on, Ah Hui frequently brought free meat to our house. Zhang Yu initially felt grateful but gradually sensed something was wrong.

Until he discovered that QQ group on my phone.

Zhang Yu stood silently beside my bed for half the night. The next day, a newcomer entered the QQ group with the code name: Sadistic Eater No. 3.