The woman feeding the baby recoiled in horror and shouted, "You scared me to death! So it's you. What's with the get-up? Did you strike it rich?"
"If you've done nothing guilty, you won't fear a ghost knocking at your door, Aunt Zhang. From now on, stop calling me the long-haired monster," Zijin said indifferently.
Aunt Zhang, while forcefully squeezing her shriveled breast to get more milk, chuckled sheepishly. "I just like to give people nicknames. I call Wang Erma that to his face every day, and he doesn't get mad. People should be more magnanimous."
Jing Shu also noticed that only Zijin's bed was in the center, with no other beds within a three-meter radius. It seemed her deterrent effect was still quite strong. After all, while an occasional falling red earthworm might be eaten as a snack, if a writhing mass of them, as lively as pythons, fell on you and startled you from your dreams, probably no one would be pleased.
