Looking at the wild vegetables scattered in the bowl like pig feed, Mu Shuangshuang's lips curled into a smile so subtle that others couldn't notice.
Her feet happily moved, the sour stench under the table grew stronger, combined with the heavy odor on Mu Shuangshuang herself, which she deliberately intensified, making it unbearable.
Mu Qingqing, sitting at a table away, sniffed hard, then turned away from the kids' table to face Mu Shuangshuang, and said to Mrs. Lin, "Mom, did you smell something? Doesn't it smell like something from a latrine?"
Since Mu Shuangshuang came into the main room, the whole place turned into a latrine,'so smelly that even breathing fresh air became difficult, Old Mrs. Mu's face had long turned green. Mu Shuangshuang was directly facing her, and her face was covered in black soot, her hair hastily tied with strands messily scattered, looking greasy, worse than the oil spots on the stir-fried cucumbers.
