For him, food has never been about satisfying his appetite; it's just something that gives him the strength to work, nothing more. So whether it's delicious or not means nothing to him.
Yun Miao choked and coughed. The clan leader's daughter ran over to Yun Miao with water in a banana leaf, speaking in a flurry and looking anxious.
In Africa, water resources are extremely precious, and this young girl gave Yun Miao all the water she had for the month, her eyes revealing a hint of shyness.
"Thank you, but I don't need it," Yun Miao said with a faint smile.
The clan leader's daughter was named Mo Sang, and when translated phonetically, it means "pain". Who would name themselves "pain"? It turns out that when her mother gave birth to her, it was a difficult delivery, and naming customs here follow such traditions.
Mo Sang is a typical African girl—dark-skinned, with thick lips and dreadlocks, shiny eyes, and white teeth. Her smile is simple and clean, but truly somewhat striking.
