Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 102 is too clean.

I only need to desperately squeeze out a few tears and say I know I was wrong before it's considered over.

This was just because I had cow dung on me. They hit me a few times as a formality, after all, they'll just wash me off. What kid isn't naughty?

But those damned traitors went back and all claimed that I had ordered them to blow up the cow dung, and they were all brought to my doorstep to complain.

I'm telling you, calling them traitors and rebels is an understatement. This emperor is going to kill them! One or two is one thing, but more than ten of them are coming to complain.

I slept on my stomach that night, which shows how badly I was beaten.

I felt like my butt was swollen. I absolutely hated those damned guys. Of course, back then, no one dared to hate their parents.

I don't know why, but in our generation, no matter how much we suffered, we never hated our parents. Maybe it was related to the education we received when we were young.

Anyway, I really hate those traitors who betrayed me as soon as they got home.

But when I went out the next day, these guys were all waiting for me with bags of spicy strips that cost 50 cents each. I knew I'd fallen for them. I never expected that a piece of cow dung would remind me of a funny thing from my childhood.

Thinking about this, I suddenly miss my family and friends. How are you all?

"One cent and two cents, what's wrong?" Just as I was lost in thought recalling the past, Dafu called out worriedly from the side.

"Oh, no, it's nothing." I said, sounding a little flustered, as I snapped out of my reverie.

"Weren't you hungry? Why are you suddenly spacing out? Did you go crazy from hunger?" Dafuzi said jokingly.

"No, no, I'm just hungry, I'm just thinking about what to eat," I said casually, making up an excuse.

"What to eat? What can we eat now? Do you want to go to the village to find something to eat?" Dafu asked curiously.

"Is that not allowed? Are you really going to eat cow dung? Didn't you say you wanted to become a gourmet after turning into a fly? I'll take you to eat something delicious today," I said confidently.

Wait for me, it'll be soon, I'll be back to normal soon.

Seeing Dafu's happy face, I silently said to myself, "My parents, my friends, wait for me. I will definitely change back, I definitely will..."

"Really? That's wonderful, that's wonderful! But is there any danger?" Dafu asked, both happy and scared.

"How could there be any danger? I'm here. Come on, I'll take you to eat something delicious." After saying that, I flew towards the village by the roadside.

I am now exceptionally confident and determined to change back, because I still have so much to do and so many responsibilities to fulfill.

As I flew towards the village, Dafu quickly caught up, and together we flew into the village.

Let's see what delicious food awaits us now.

With the rapid development of society and the fact that nutritionists have said that leftovers are bad for your health, even villagers now try to cook only what they can eat, and even if they can't finish it, they put it in the refrigerator.

The only food available outside is fruit and dried fruit, but we can't chew those.

I remember when we were little, we would usually cook a day's worth of food and then cover it with a plastic lid with lots of small holes. The holes were so small that flies couldn't get in, so it was both safe and breathable.

However, normally you can only eat one side and it's usually not kept overnight. But now it's different. Now there aren't even any leftovers. Even if there are, they're immediately put into the refrigerator.

So we went to several places but couldn't find anything suitable to eat. We couldn't even find a grain of rice that had fallen on the table. Damn, are people in the village so hygienic now?

I confidently promised Dafu I'd find something to eat, but it seems I was just bragging. We have practically nothing here. How am I supposed to find anything now?

I was quite annoyed as I flew towards a luxurious house with Dafu. These days, young people work outside and then build houses that look like small villas when they come back home.

This is much better than buying a small villa in the city. Even in the suburbs, it's very expensive now, but building your own house is a very easy thing.

At least it's easier than outside. That house looks so luxurious, there should be food, right? If there isn't, then I'll really be slapping myself in the face.

I slowly flew towards the living room with Dafu in my arms. There was still nothing to eat, but there was a half-eaten banana on the coffee table in the living room.

However, several flies were already buzzing around on it, and some flies had started eating the banana.

Just as we were about to go over, a swarm of flies landed, and the banana and the rotten banana were mixed together. The homeowner grabbed the banana, which was now a mess, and carried it towards the trash can.

Holy crap, that was close! I almost died here. It's truly dangerous everywhere. I was lucky I arrived a step too late. If I had gone up and eaten with them, I would be a banana pancake by now.

Faced with this sudden event, Dafu was clearly startled and carefully flew to my side, asking, "What should we do, Yimao'er? There's no food here, and it's not safe. What should we do?"

I originally brought Dafu here to find food, and I was also really hungry myself, so I had to find something to eat no matter what.

We can't be intimidated by the difficulties we face, so I said to Dafu, "It's okay, it's dangerous here, let's go somewhere else, I don't believe we won't find something to eat."

So I took the daifuku and flew straight to the kitchen. I refused to believe that there was nothing edible in the kitchen, not even scraps.

Even food scraps that fall on the stove are fine. I'm not that picky anymore. I don't expect to eat something delicious in a hotel kitchen.

Being able to eat my fill now is already a blessing; as for gourmet food, I can treat Dafu to it when we get to the city.

I've lowered my expectations now; I just want to be able to eat my fill.

Even scraps of meat or vegetables that fall onto the table while cooking are fine.

To our disappointment, when we arrived, they had already washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen; it was now incredibly clean.

This doesn't look like a rural kitchen at all; it looks like a city kitchen! It's so clean!

Couldn't we just soak those dishes and wash them tonight? Why be so diligent?

Looking at that tidy kitchen, I almost cried...