Meat is murder

that evening, Musa hande

l today," he said

rised. "Oh..

," he replied. "It'

t open it - she just smiled, nodde

r aunty was in the ki

u coming from

I got the job," N

ed her brows.

it. Inside was clean, red meat - neatly packed,

id. Then her eyes narrowed. "Wa

pau

adn't

didn'

k beef?" she

e meat again. "This doesn't look li

aid no

, she coul

dn't s

esn't tell you the type

e up he

would ask Mu