Ni Ma was the most dumbfounded. She had just remarked how Su Malie didn't mind inviting them to eat even with insects around, and then snidely commented on how finicky Jingshu's household was. In the blink of an eye, Su Malie had metaphorically slapped her across the face—and in front of everyone, no less.
But what could they do? It was Su Malie who had invited everyone to eat, and the meal was expected to be extremely precious. Even if it was awkward, nobody could bring themselves to say they wouldn't eat.
Zhang Lingling said with embarrassment, "Then, what should we do? We can't get rid of these red earthworms."
Su Malie said, as if educating them, "Having insects on your body is a very unhygienic habit, you know. I absolutely despise insects! So, you must soak yourselves clean in my saltwater pool before coming out, okay? Alright, let's go. Oh, and Jing Shu, don't forget to bring your things."
