Wang Linchi looked at the food dropped down from the passageway and upon closer inspection, it looked like a blob of mush, leaving him somewhat at a loss.
"What the hell is this stuff?" he muttered, sniffing it. The smell shot straight from his nostrils to the top of his head, and his entire face turned green.
"Holy crap, is this really edible?" Wang Linchi couldn't help but complain.
"I mean, can't they offer something with some color, aroma, and flavor instead of this mixed-up mush?"
"Even if this mush was once some kind of delicacy, mixing it up together ruins it."
Wang Linchi understood that something must have happened to lead to his captivity, something undoubtedly related to him.
And the people who've confined him might know quite a bit about him.
"I'm sorry, it's not allowed by the regulations," a middle-aged man's voice came over.
"Oh, that's really too bad," Wang Linchi responded, not caring much about what the blob actually was, and downed it in one go.
