"Miss, how can you eat these?!"
An Zhifeng looked at An Yiqing putting raw meat into her mouth with shock, stretched out his arm to grab it, but was firmly grasped by An Yiqing's left hand.
"Sit down! Eat your meal!"
An Yiqing said no more, putting the bloody raw meat into her mouth. In an instant, a strong fishy taste surged to the roof of her head, making her feel as if her entire stomach was churning, blood rushing upwards. She was already dizzy from hunger, but now she had lost all appetite.
"Miss…"
An Zhifeng, with a face full of distress, watched as An Yiqing swallowed the raw meat without even chewing.
"Uh... it actually tastes not bad. Why is everyone standing around? Don't forget what we're here for!"
As soon as she finished speaking, An Zhifeng pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the cutlery, and without another word, started to shove raw meat from the bowl into his mouth.
