louisehourcade Chapter 519 Another Solution
Chapter 519 Another Solution
At the C-level window, Anders stood in line with a tense expression.
The food displayed in the window was all leftovers from the previous day.
The rice was already hard and clumped together, with a dark yellow color and no heat.
If you sniff closely, you can detect a faint, sour smell, but it's not very noticeable.
Yes, you can eat it.
Next to it was a bucket of sour noodle soup. The noodles were swollen from soaking, the soup was cloudy, and there were a few specks of oil floating on the surface. It didn't look very appetizing, but it could barely be considered "soup".
Hideto Kuroki stood behind Anders, still reeking of the stench left from the proctology department.
He peeked into a bowl of leftover rice and frowned slightly.
When it was his turn, he said to the cafeteria lady behind the window, "Please give me a little less, thank you."
The aunt acted as if she hadn't heard him, scooped a full spoonful of leftover rice onto his plate, and then took a bowl of sour noodle soup and placed it in the empty space on the edge of the plate.
He then waved his hand, saying, "Hurry up, don't block the people behind you!"
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Finally, there's Grade D.
Park Chang-ho walked to the D-level window, glanced at it, and then bent over and gagged.
That was real, rotten, and moldy food.
Grayish-green mold spots crawled on the rice like moss.
A clump of thick, semi-fluid paste was covered with a layer of white fuzz.
The cafeteria lady first served him a spoonful of rice, then scooped out a large spoonful of a paste-like substance and slammed it onto his plate.
Park Chang-ho's face contorted for a moment, as if something in his stomach was churning up, but he blocked it with his jaw.
My eyes had already looked away, and I dared not look a second time, but my hands were still steadily holding the tray.
Park Chang-ho turned around with the plate in his hand and found that there were more than twenty people standing behind him—all of them were D-level.
The expressions on everyone's faces were identical, filled with torment, as if they were walking step by step toward the execution ground.
Park Chang-ho found a corner seat and sat down, staring at the plate for five seconds.
The discomfort in his stomach kept recurring, but he dared not resist it in the slightest.
He encouraged himself again and again, gritted his teeth and cleared his mind, finally picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.
His face contorted in an instant, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times, as if he were swallowing something with barbs.
Not far away, Hidetoshi Kuroki watched this scene quietly, a smile slowly spreading across his face, his eyes brimming with undisguised pleasure.
That felt so good!
Finally, someone can understand the suffering I've endured!
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Lin Feng slowly walked over, carrying a steak set meal.
On the plate, the filet mignon, seared to a crisp and fragrant perfection, has distinct muscle fibers and an enticing caramel-colored sheen on its surface, while a thick black pepper sauce slowly flows down the grain of the meat.
It is served alongside golden and crispy fried potato wedges, a refreshing green vegetable salad, and two soft-boiled fried eggs with the yolk slightly solidified on the surface.
The rich aroma of meat, mixed with the fragrance of milk and the savory flavor of sauce, spreads everywhere, making one's nose tingle.
The nearby chosen ones all looked up at the same time, their gazes following the movement of the plates from the window all the way to the table.
The crowd looked on with envy, swallowing sounds echoing in their throats, yet no one dared to make a move.
Rule 5 clearly defines the boundaries: those with high ratings are not allowed to give alms, and those with low ratings are prohibited from begging and robbing.
Lin Feng sat down at the table with Wasim, Evelyn, and Martha.
He set his plate down, glanced at the steak still steaming slightly in front of him, and then at the Grade A set meal on the plates of the three people next to him—pan-fried fish fillet, cream of mushroom soup, and vegetable salad.
While Grade A is already quite good, it's definitely not as good as Grade S freshly grilled steak.
Lin Feng felt a little guilty and opened his mouth, as if to say something.
Evelyn glanced at him and spoke in a flat tone:
"If you really feel bad about it, eat slowly and let us be jealous for a little longer."
Lin Feng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and picked up his knife and fork.
The blade sliced into the crispy, charred meat, and a little bit of juice seeped out.
He cut off a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Fragrant.
It smells really good.
But in this canteen, fragrance is both a luxury and a cruelty.
He chewed faster, wanting to finish as soon as possible so that this "cruelty" would end sooner.
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed down on the edge of his plate.
Lin Feng looked up.
A male ghost was standing in front of him.
He looked to be around forty years old, wearing a wrinkled white coat with dark red stains on the collar.
His face was long and thin, with high cheekbones, and his skin had a sickly grayish-white appearance.
A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, behind which were long, narrow eyes with cloudy, white pupils, like the eyes of two dead fish that had been boiled and cooled.
The most conspicuous thing was his name tag on his chest—it read "Surgery Resident Physician Liu," with a line of smaller print below that was worn away and illegible.
Dr. Liu stared at the half-eaten steak left on Lin Feng's plate, his Adam's apple bobbing, then he looked up at Lin Feng.
"Young man," his voice was hoarse, with a matter-of-fact tone, "can I have a piece of your steak?"
[Rule 2: Do not initiate conversation with anyone who is not the Chosen One. If someone strangely approaches you or asks for food, do not respond, do not make eye contact, and pretend you did not hear them.]
Lin Feng felt uneasy when he saw this rule (the rule affinity was issuing a warning).
In other words, when a strange creature asks for food, the strategy of "not responding, not making eye contact, and pretending not to hear" is wrong.
Lin Feng put down his knife and fork, trying his best to appear calm and polite.
"I'm sorry," he said, "the rules state that I cannot share food with anyone."
Dr. Liu frowned slightly.
He tilted his head, as if he hadn't heard clearly, or as if he had heard something ridiculous.
"Rules?" he repeated, his voice suddenly turning somber. "You're talking to me about rules?"
He leaned forward, his dead fish eyes fixed on Lin Feng, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Do you know what it means to refuse a doctor in this cafeteria?"
Lin Feng didn't say anything.
"Disrespect me," Dr. Liu said, emphasizing each word. "I am disrespectful to me."
He suddenly smiled, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.
"Then I'll eat you."
The cafeteria fell silent for a moment.
The strange creatures around them turned their heads, some laughing, some waiting, and some already swallowing their saliva—as if hoping to get a share of the spoils.
Under the table, Vassim's hand quietly reached into the gun magazine and silently pulled out the "Funeral Song" revolver.
Lin Feng caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and shook his head gently without making a sound.
Taking action in this strangely huddled dining hall, regardless of right or wrong, would be tantamount to igniting a racial conflict.
If the conflict between humanity and the supernatural were to erupt here, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He needs another solution.
Lin Feng raised his head, and a smile returned to his face.
It wasn't a fawning smile, nor a provocative one; it was a calm, confident smile.
He pulled a wad of dubious coins from his pocket, slowly waved it in his hand, and said loudly:
"I hate noisy meals. Whoever can let me finish this meal in peace, I'll give them ten thousand ghost coins!"