He Xin and the others sat around the table.
Looking at Dean Lu's enthusiastic attitude, they had no choice but to pick up their chopsticks. To be honest, they were really hungry. They had eaten some dry food they brought on the train, but after getting off, all the hustle had left them ravenously hungry.
Logically, they should be very hungry. Looking at the slightly yellowing white rice in front of them, He Xin forced herself to pick up a piece of some food, the contents of which were unrecognizable, and put it in her bowl.
A pungent sour smell hit her nose, making her face turn pale instantly.
What is this smell? It's like the odor of unwashed socks that haven't been cleaned for weeks.
Can this be eaten?
Doctor Zhang and the others were also hesitant.
Even the few men among them couldn't bring themselves to eat when looking at this food.
It's so vastly different from what they're used to at home.
