At dusk, the dining table was once again covered with fish that reeked of fishiness. The eight players sat around it in the middle of the hall, silently eating with their bowls and chopsticks.
Liu Yuhan quickly piled seaweed into her bowl. It was the only dish she trusted and was willing to swallow.
Perhaps because there were fewer people competing, this time she managed to get nearly half a bowl. She silently put the rough, salty, fishy seaweed into her mouth, and out of the corner of her eye, saw Zhang Hongfeng hunched over his meal beside her.
The middle-aged man had worked all day and was starving. Now he kept picking up pieces of fish with his chopsticks and stuffing them into his mouth, chomping away with abandon.
He did not even have time to spit out the bones. After a few rough chews, he swallowed the meat and bones together, then reached for more, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
Liu Yuhan frowned slightly and tugged at the man's sleeve. "Uncle Zhang, stop eating. We don't even know what these fish turned into."
Zhang Hongfeng's movements paused for a moment, but his right hand still gripped his chopsticks tightly. "I'm so hungry. Just let me eat a little..."
"Uncle Zhang, if you're hungry, eat some seaweed." Liu Yuhan pushed her bowl in front of him. "We can leave tomorrow. Just hold on a little longer."
Zhang Hongfeng's cloudy eyes rolled halfway around before settling on the small bowl of seaweed. He tentatively picked up a strand with his chopsticks, held it in his mouth, and sucked on it. Then he spat it out with a couple of "ptooeys." "It doesn't taste good. Meat's better..."
This definitely wasn't normal! Liu Yuhan looked at the other players,