"Remember to finish it, these two spoonfuls have more ingredients."
The old lady looked at Qin Nuo's expression and seemed to take it as gratitude, because her smile was too bright and her eyes narrowed.
Qin Nuo opened his mouth, organized his words, and finally said, "I'm very grateful. This is a rare food!"
"Kid, you figured it out."
"Our carriage is at the end of the train, which represents our low status and identity."
"Unlike the previous carriages, food is precious here. I've seen too many hungry passengers. Hunger exposes the most primitive human nature."
"That's a scene you don't want to see."
The old lady seemed to recall something and spoke hoarsely.
As she spoke, she looked ahead and said, "Everyone, food is the result of hard work and sweat. It is hard-earned and more precious than gold. I hope you all finish your meals, and when I collect the plates, I also hope they are all clean."
Some players remained silent, while others responded.
The old couple left with the spoon and the bucket.
Qin Nuo looked at the food on the plate, his face darkening. He was not hungry, and even if he had an appetite, he couldn't swallow so much.
Fang Ye turned around and used a spoon to pop something out of the porridge, which landed on Qin Nuo's desk.
A nail.
There's still a bit of nail polish left.
Qin Nuo paused holding the spoon.
Fang Ye looked at his expression and said something comforting: "Enjoy your meal."
"I was originally quite happy, but after what you did, my mood is completely gone." Qin Nuo was speechless.
He never believed that the food in the horror world was clean, no matter how appetizing it pretended to be.
But sometimes you have to deceive yourself. Even though you know it in your heart, Qin Nuo's brain always assumes that it is delicious food.
"It's just a ridiculously realistic game. Don't take it so seriously."
Qin Nuo picked up the spoon and started eating.
It melts in your mouth and doesn't have much of a peculiar smell, but the taste is a bit disgusting.
The rest of the players also started to eat. They were not experienced players, but they were not newbies either. Most of them had eaten the food in the horror world.
It’s just that some players are still unlucky.
They found some eyeballs, tongues, and other parts of food in the porridge. Were they the eyes of livestock? No one knew, but the corpses that disappeared overnight seemed to provide the answer.
A small number of players had almost finished eating, but when they saw some obvious "ingredients" in the spoon, they still couldn't swallow it. They threw it on the ground, crushed it, or put it in their pockets.
Anyway, after about twenty minutes, everyone's plates were clean.
Qin Nuo's plate was also clean. He leaned back in his chair, his stomach a little bloated. He shook his head, looking hopeless, "Sometimes, talking too much isn't necessarily a good thing."
Fang Ye turned around and looked at Qin Nuo with a smile on his face: "It looks like you are very satisfied with your meal."
Qin Nuo didn't want to pay attention to him. He felt like his stomach was about to burp, so he pinched his fingers.
There was movement in front of the carriage again. It was the old couple coming back.
They changed their clothes, but they were still dirty and worn, and began to collect the dishes from both sides of the aisle above.
"Very good. Everyone ate very cleanly without leaving any grain. I am very pleased." The old man laughed, and his attitude made him look more like a servant to the passengers.
"All the credit goes to the grandpa and grandma for making delicious food." A player agreed with a smile.
The old woman also smiled, but her smile froze slightly as she collected the plates in the seventh row.
Throwing the plate into the bucket, the old lady looked at the man with the buzz cut and asked hoarsely, "Son, is my cooking not tasty?"
The crew-haired man smiled uneasily and said, "It's delicious. What's wrong?"
"Then why waste food? You should know that these are precious."
"You know those people who used to eat food with their hands stained with blood, and then gobbled it up."
The man with a crew cut laughed dryly twice and was about to speak when the old woman reached out from his pocket and took out an eyeball.
"This is a blessing for us who are at the bottom of the food chain." The old woman murmured.
The crew-haired man didn't panic. He explained, "It's precisely because it's so rare that I keep some in my pocket for when food is scarce."
"Auntie, I value food more than any of them!"
He explained calmly, but the drop of sweat on his forehead revealed his inner thoughts at the moment.
“Hardworking people will not be short of food, because I am responsible for it.”
The old woman put her eyeballs into her mouth, and her dark eye sockets turned to the man with the crew cut: "Also, I saw a lie in your eyes. That seems to be your true thoughts."
"People who truly desire to cherish their food don't have the same look as you do, kid."
The man with a crew cut's face twitched twice, he moved his seat slightly, and quietly hid one hand in his pocket. There seemed to be a cold light surging in the depths of his eyes.
The other players looked at him with a mixture of indifference, curiosity, and schadenfreude in their eyes.
Surprisingly, after saying this, the old lady did not take any further action. She just said, "Child, don't do this next time."
After the voice fell, he carried the iron bucket to the next row of seats.
The man with a crew cut was stunned.
Just a few words?
Qin Nuo, who was sitting in the last seat, was also a little confused.
Fang Ye said, "Watch carefully."
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