"Smells so good." Mu Rufeng sniffed, and his stomach immediately began to growl.
"This is a good thing, a specialty of the Dead Sea, made from Black Spirit Fish and black shrimp paste."
"But remember, just drink a small bowl, that's enough. Don't drink too much. And by the way, you can't store this stuff in the Storage Space." Skinny Monkey advised.
"Okay." Mu Rufeng nodded.
The group of sixteen lined up in an orderly fashion.
Each of these abnormalities took a stone bowl from the long table and approached the prison guard.
The prison guard glanced at each person and then filled a large bowl to the brim.
Then the second person, the third person...
When it was Mu Rufeng's turn, he only received about one-third of a bowl.
Mu Rufeng looked at the meager amount and wanted to say something, but the prison guard spoke up: "Start eating first, come back for more if needed."
"Thank you." Mu Rufeng expressed his gratitude and walked towards Skinny Monkey.
