Chapter 205

"What's there to be afraid of? The mice are all dead. Roasted mice are absolutely delicious." With that, Freya snatched Ryan's knife and strode away. At night, Freya cleaned the mice and removed their heads, tails, fur, and innards until each one of them resembled little piglets. The other women dared not come near and would rather starve. The mice turned golden brown and emitted a salivating aroma as they were roasted. The smell was even more fragrant than lamb, beef, pork, or rabbit. Attracted by the scent, the other women salivated. None of them had ever eaten mice before, not even Sherry, who often went on trips. They never imagined that these seemingly filthy creatures could smell so heavenly when roasted. Ryan ate one and rejoiced in the taste. It was crispy, succulent, and exquisite. It was no wonder the people in the South considered this a delicacy. Having eaten mice since she was a child, Freya tried one as well and gave it a thumbs-up. "Delicious! It's been years