Yuna pushed a serving cart out from behind the counter, bringing with her a pungent fishy smell. It wasn't exactly nauseating, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. It reminded Qi Si of the salted-fish factory he'd visited years ago.
In his memory, the dark room had been crammed full of fish carcasses as far as the eye could see. He'd always suspected he was one of those rotting corpses himself—a truly unpleasant memory.
The smell was impossible to ignore. The players all held their breath and fell silent, looking toward Yuna. She, however, seemed oblivious. Smiling, she pushed the cart to the table in the middle of the hall, gripped the edges of the plates with her pale hands, and set the blackened dishes down one by one.
Qi Si went over to take a look. Nearly all ten dishes were fish: dried salted fish, steamed fish, crispy fried fish, fish soup... There was only one dish of seaweed that could barely count as a vegetarian option, but it was sprinkled with bits of wax-yellow meat, making it hard to stomach.
For a moment, Qi Si found himself missing Miss Anna. They were both NPCs, so how could their taste in food be so different?
Under the players' watchful eyes, Yuna arranged fifteen sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, then swayed back behind the counter.
The players vaguely remembered that just before they appeared on the island, they'd seen a group of ghostly figures jump into the sea. Some of them had even grown fish tails. Now, faced with a whole table of fish dishes, they couldn't help making connections.
A few cautious players even backed away, trying to escape the fishy smell enveloping them.
Lu Li stared silently at the dishes on the table.
As if he'd made