Nicole patted my head vigorously and said, "Jam is expensive. Eat it with bread."
Nicole and I were not worthy of eating good potatoes in my family. We could only eat them during Christmas.
Madison gave me a mean look and turned to complain to Quinn, "Chloe just said that Liam poured paraquat into the potato jar and asked me to throw the potatoes away. This is wasting food!"
Quinn was stunned, looked at Madison, and said hesitantly, "This, this meal is..."
Madison waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. I've washed them. You can eat it without worry."
Nicole nodded in agreement. "I watched her wash them three times. The paraquat must have been washed away."
After hearing this, Quinn praised Madison. "Mom is good at managing the household."
Then he pointed at my forehead and cursed, "Throw away so many potatoes? You bitch. I feel uncomfortable if I don't scold you for a day."
I ate my bread quietly, thinking, "If you like them, eat more."
At night, the three of them began to vomit and have diarrhea. Liam almost fainted.
Nicole hugged Liam and cried, "My dear, please don't scare me."