"Young lady, how can you speak like that? If Old Wang doesn't want something, and we go pick it up to eat, is there something wrong with that?" a villager retorted, shouting at Lin Caisang.
"If it was you who went to pick it up to eat, then why cause a scene at Uncle Old Wang's house?" Lin Caisang countered.
"What's the problem? Did he owe you anything? Luckily it was a cow that Uncle Old Wang buried. If it had been a person, would you also dig them up and make dumplings with human flesh?"
Hearing the words "dumplings with human flesh," the Eldest Prince and the others couldn't help but feel chills run down their spines.
Miss Lin, please watch your language. "Dumplings with human flesh," who would dare to eat that? Aren't you afraid that the ghost will come looking for you late at night?