Just as Lin Qiye and the others were pinching their noses and eating raw meat, a tantalizing aroma suddenly wafted through the cafeteria. Everyone perked up and turned to look in unison.
Old Sun dragged over a large tray piled high with dishes and quickly made his way to the Mask Squad's table.
"Braised pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, ants climbing a tree, steamed perch... Damn! This is incredible!" Vortex swallowed hard at the sight of the feast, his eyes practically glowing.
"Hehe, it's not often you little brats come back, so of course I had to make you something good." Old Sun wiped his callused hands on his apron and grinned.
"Thank you, Old Sun."
"Thank you, Old Sun!"
The other members thanked him as well, then picked up their chopsticks and dug in with cheerful chatter.
Gulp—!
In the quiet hall, the sounds of swallowing rose one after another. Even the recruits who had barely managed to stomach the plain steamed buns earlier found themselves unable to eat another bite after smelling that aroma.
More than two hundred pairs of starving eyes stared fixedly at the Mask Squad's round table, as if they might rush over and snatch the food away at any moment.
King Mask glanced at them, then silently placed Yiyuan from his waist onto the table...
Then he lowered his head and continued eating.
"I refuse to accept this! Why do they get to eat and drink so well while we can only gnaw on buns and eat raw meat?!" one recruit finally grumbled.
"Hmph." Old Sun's expression darkened as he replied irritably, "Once you little brats walk out of this camp, when you come back someday, I'll make you a whole table of dishes like this too!"
Just then, King Mask seemed to remember