Colin was full of curiosity about the food in this world.
After squeezing into the crowd and queuing for over ten minutes, he finally got a piece of bread.
It was black, the size of a palm, slightly heavy, and holding it felt like grappling with a hard clump of earth.
"Make way, move to the back, don't block the way here," a soldier distributing bread barked out.
Colin didn't mind, and he stepped a few paces away from the crowd, amid envious glances. Driven by intense curiosity, he pinched off a small piece of the foul-smelling bread and put it in his mouth.
Instantly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his body quivered a little, and a thought emerged in his heart—why didn't he bring Li Ming along?
Such unique Other World cuisine, not having someone to share it with on the spot was indeed one of life's great regrets.
The bread in his mouth spread as it was broken down by saliva...
