“And these wilted vegetables you brought, grown with manure—are they even safe to eat? What if Henry gets bacteria from them? He only eats imported organic produce; he can’t touch things with such questionable origins!”
Seeing the stains on the floor, I felt a wave of guilt, but I still hoped Sarah would speak up for me.
But Sarah avoided my eyes and went to her husband, gently saying, “Mom, don’t get upset. It’s really easy for us in the city. We can buy anything we need just downstairs. You don’t have to go through so much trouble bringing things from the countryside next time. It’s tiring, and nobody at home really eats them anyway, so they just end up being thrown out.” Seeing her expression, my heart sank, yet I still explained, “
“I deliberately didn’t kill this goose first, just in case it wasn’t fresh enough. I thought I would slaughter it right away for you to eat immediately, so you could enjoy the freshest taste.”
“And these vegetables, they’re not dirty at all—they’re all homegrown and very fresh.” Halfway through my explanation, I noticed the feathers scattered across the floor and went to the kitchen to look for a rag to clean things up.