Mo Shangjun, who had been mentally prepared, glanced at the instructor standing at the door as soon as she entered. Without any hesitation, she sat down at the nearest dining table and began eating with her chopsticks.
With her leading the way, the other trainees gradually came to their senses. Seeing the instructor at the door staring at the timer, they were so frightened that they couldn't help but shudder. Any urge to complain was forcibly suppressed, and they quickly sat down to eat.
To be precise, they were wolfing down their food.
There's no way to eat slowly and chew thoroughly; those three minutes could only be used to shove food in, trying their best to swallow everything, or else they would be penalized.
No one had the leisure to speak.
For a moment, only the sounds of eating could be heard in the cafeteria.
The cooks stood at the entrance to the kitchen, watching how they devoured the food, and couldn't help but show schadenfreude smiles.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
