"Don't go too far!" Blake Walker said coldly, "I just want to borrow some spices. What gives you the right to curse me like this?"
"Last time in the competition, Iris Doone was cursed to death because she didn't lend you any. Now that it's your turn, you're not willing to lend to me either?" Blake Walker mocked, "Don't be one to laugh at others' misfortune."
Looking at this way, no one should curse anyone.
Yellen Brooks was relieved that she hadn't promised him yet.
Of course, she couldn't promise either.
Yellen Brooks directly turned her bag upside down and poured everything out.
As a result, there were only a flashlight and a matchbox with a few remaining matches. Her salt didn't look much either.
"This is all I have left. If you still want salt, I can share a bit with you, but as you can see, I don't have much left." Yellen Brooks said, "As for the spices you mentioned, I've used them all up."
"That's it?" Blake Walker didn't quite believe.