but at this point, none of it mattered.

The food still stank, the reek not hidden at all, but wasn't Dad making an effort to fix it?

The meals at home were never like this; they must've worried he wouldn't be able to stand the food's stench when he came back.

As long as he had a family, what did a little smell matter?

His parents had done what they could—how could he blame them for not doing better?

Seeing him sniffling, tears nearly flowing, the chat sighed in unison.

[So even he can't hold back now—those tears are pure terror.]

[He's already got nerves of steel. If it were me, I'd never be able to calmly produce gifts and put on a necklace.]

[Sigh… He's not going to last much longer.]

[The evil spirits are just toying with him. He might as well die quickly and get it over with.]

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Chapter 4: What the Hell? We Adopted a Human as Our Son?!

The smell of alcohol failed to mask the original bloody stench of the food.

On the contrary, with the addition of alcohol, the murky broth became even more bizarre in flavor.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Jiang Che obediently plopped himself down onto the seat.

The viewers watching the stream couldn't help but furrow their brows, for the table was nearly all covered in bloodstains gone black with age—the blood had oxidized and turned dark.

The thick pool of blood accumulated atop the table hadn't solidified due to its heaviness—just running a finger through it would drag out sticky threads.