Yang Yi had his first lunch on the job in the guards' break room.
Being able to dine with the guards in prison was indeed a rare privilege, and to share a meal with them, chatting so merrily that they were reluctant to leave for home by the end of their shift—this was Yang Yi's special talent.
The amiable and friendly guards, the leisurely work, tasks completed beyond expectations—all seemed perfect, except for one thing.
It was that Yang Yi realized his tolerance for slop had decreased.
After nearly two years in prison, Yang Yi had finally grown accustomed to—the term should not be "accustomed," rather "habituated to"—the prison food; but after eating with the guards, his long-dormant sense of taste had returned.
