Charles Seymour took Sophie Wilson to the cafeteria. The two of them didn't buy anything immediately; instead, they walked around each food stall, everything looked rather delicious.
Of course, because it was specially prepared for them, the bidders, the regular food stalls didn't have many varieties.
The people at the training camp knew that these folks were used to various delicacies, worrying that they wouldn't like ordinary food; if they made too much, it'd go to waste if uneaten.
However, fortunately, there were still many options for stir-fried dishes.
There were no private rooms here, just the typical four-seater tables of a cafeteria, kept clean and tidy.
"Are all the tables four-seaters now?" Sophie Wilson asked curiously. "I thought they were those really big tables with several food bowls on them for everyone to grab from."
She had also seen training camp cafeterias on TV, which looked entirely different from this place.
