Soon, Oink came out of the kitchen with two piping hot bowls of meat soup. He walked all the way to the table where Feng Bujue and Passing Rain were seated and placed the bowls on the table. He opened his mouth to say, "Of these two bowls, one is human meat soup and the other pork soup."
His eyes lingered on the two's faces for a while. "Pick one each, the person that selects the pork soup will leave this place alive, while the other… will enter the freezer and become the ingredient for my next soup."
Oink's mountain-like body cast a shadow by blocking the light that came from the kitchen. In the dim environment, the layer of oil on the surface of the soups practically glistened. That, combined with the aroma, made them as alluring as they could be.
"Another warning, do not leave a drop of the soup behind, and do not vomit any out, or both of you will enter the freezer together," Oink added.
