"What on earth is this?" Suming looked at those lumps of flesh, feeling a bit queasy and unclear about what they actually were. He dared not just cook them up for his mom to eat.
They looked pretty disgusting, as if the pig was suffering from advanced gastric cancer.
He sniffed them and was surprised that there was no rotting smell as he had imagined. Instead, amid the scent of blood was a faint trace of fragrance.
Mom was playing mahjong and she glanced over, saying with a smile, "Go and stew it, it's something good."
Apparently, this had to do with the wild pig's diet.
The hard-haired, thick-skinned wild pig had a diverse diet: bamboo shoots, medicinal herbs, bird eggs, mushrooms; wild rabbits, mountain rats, venomous snakes, centipedes—at anything edible, they were not picky, and they particularly enjoyed eating snakes.