"It’s just five kilos over — I’ll eat them!"
He muttered as he stuffed potato after potato into his mouth.
A small crowd began to gather, some even pulling out their phones to record.
Camera shutters clicked. Someone was livestreaming.
"Guys, check this out — it’s Potato Guy at the airport eating potatoes on the spot!"
Humiliation washed over me, and I instinctively took a step back.
He had already eaten ten potatoes and was clearly full, but still kept forcing more into his mouth.
I finally couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Stop. This is bad for your health. Just pay for the extra weight and check it in."
He looked up, potato crumbs at the corner of his mouth, glaring at me.
"Do you know how hard farmers work to grow these? Every bite counts! Stop standing there — eat one too!"
He shoved a mashed potato toward me.
It was crushed and unappetizing.
I stepped back, suppressing my disgust.
"I’m not hungry. Thanks."
"No, you have to eat!"
His tone turned commanding.
"From now on, you’ll eat my mom’s potato stew three times a day. Otherwise, how much money do you think we’d waste eating out? A King family daughter-in-law should know how to be frugal!"
I was completely stunned.
People like this still exist?