At Liu San's call, Ye Chen squeezed forward with him. The food in the prison was rationed, so those who arrived last might have nothing to eat. The food inside the prison was a complete mess, the rice was like thin porridge, and there were vegetables, radishes, pumpkins...
Want to eat meat? No problem, you could secretly give the prison guards some money, or during festivals, everyone would get a piece of braised pork. Or when senior officials visited, everyone's bowl would be topped with a layer of meat, which looked quite good.
It was Ye Chen's first time here and, with Liu San's help, he had barely managed to get a meal. He sat down at the dining table with his tray. Everyone was eating with their heads down; no one dared to look up. More than ten prison guards stood around holding batons, with guns hung around their waists. Anyone who dared to cause trouble would be beaten up. These people had been beaten countless times.
