Upon hearing this sound, the prisoners who were still asleep hurriedly got up, picked up the unwashed bowls beside them, and crowded over. Strangely, these bowls that hadn't been washed for months seemed cleaner than ever.
The meal provisions in the Imperial Guard Office were not bad. In the mornings, they had rice porridge, the fragrance of which made mouths water.
A young servant ladled a spoonful of porridge per person without giving any extra, then hurried to the back to continue serving the others.
By the time he reached the last cell, the two inmates inside were still asleep. The servant was so enraged that his eyebrows twitched. Usually, when he knocked on the door, everyone would get up immediately. But who was this big shot that wanted him to call again?
"For fuck's sake! Are you eating or not?" The servant cursed and began to bang on the cell door with his iron ladle.
