The portion for each dish wasn't huge, but it was still more than enough for a full meal.
And on top of that, there were so many dishes, plus a soup.
The table in front of Wen Ying was packed with food. When the others saw her meal, they were all dumbstruck.
Why!
By what right?!
Why were they eating pig slop!
No, it was even worse than pig slop!
Yet this woman was eating such a fine meal!
Sweet and sour pork ribs!
Sweet and sour tenderloin!
Spicy prawns!
Chilled preserved eggs!
Seaweed and egg drop soup!
Then they looked at their own plates: a mass of something pitch-black and unidentifiable, occasionally streaked with blood.
And they had to finish it all, no leftovers allowed!
Someone had once refused to eat it, terrified they were eating... *that* kind of meat.
He'd had his neck snapped on the spot.
A bloody lesson, indeed.
But what right did this human have?
Just because she was good-looking or a psycho?
