158. You Kids Have Good Taste
The enticing aroma of fried steaks drifted across the dining table, but no one dared touch them, nor did anyone dare answer Carl.
Facing the steak placed before him, Drey unconsciously swallowed—he could no longer remember the last time he had smelled the scent of real food, but in this situation, the aroma only became a form of torture.
None of them knew what Carl intended to do, nor why she had brought them food.
Were they going to die?
Did KK want them to eat this meal before dying, or had she poisoned the food and expected them to quietly go die?
Chaotic thoughts swirled through their minds, only making their bodies stiffer.
Yet Carl did not care that they were trembling with fear and gave her no answer.
Since they did not intend to chat during dinner, then they would not chat.
After all, not talking while eating was also good manners.
"Eat," she urged calmly. "It won't taste good once it gets cold."
Is there really poison in this?
Am stared at the steak before him, fragrant with sizzling fat, then looked at the fresh-smelling fruit juice.
He knew he had no right to refuse, because if KK wanted to make a move, they would die no matter what they did.
If this was destined to be a feast leading to death, then it was not bad to taste real steak and freshly squeezed juice at the end of his life.
For a street kid, perhaps that ending was already worth it.
Real food he had never tasted in his entire life.
Who would have thought he would get to taste it before dying?
Am was still the first to move.
If someone had to die, then he should still be