Who the hell is that, eating so well? Are they even going to let us eat?
Others couldn't see, but the prisoners in the cells opposite Fang Xiaoyu could see clearly through the glass. Liu Pang, in particular, had his eyes wide open.
The aroma of those expensive dishes kept drilling into his nostrils. He loved food and was a seasoned foodie. Most of the spirit stones he earned in the past were spent on eating. It could be said that there wasn't a famous dish in the entire Five Elements Hall area that he hadn't tried.
Without tasting, just by looking at the dishes on Fang Xiaoyu's table, he knew what they tasted like. He even knew how they were made.
Looking at the delicacies opposite and then at his own plate, Liu Pang instantly felt that what was on his plate was fit for pigs.
He hadn't thought it was that unpalatable before, but without comparison, there was no harm.
How could he eat this? The guard opposite, please, be a human.
After a fierce internal struggle, Little Pang's dignity lost to his appetite.
"Alas,大哥, the guard over there."
Little Pang's head was almost stuffed out of the small window. Wan Lei looked back and saw that chubby face with a fawning smile, startling him.
"What?"
"Do you have any more of that dish? Can you give me one?"
"Scram."
Wan Lei glared at him impatiently.
Who are you, sir? Are we familiar? Why should I give it to you? Do you know how much this dish costs?
"Brother, brother, please, give me one. I'll buy it with money."
"Do you even have money, you idiot? Your storage bag is still locked in the office."
Wan Lei rolled his eyes impatiently.
"I'll pay you back when I get out, okay?"
Wan Lei finally got up, which made Little Pang very happy. But then, Wan Lei directly closed the small window.
"Too brutal..."
Little Pang ate the food on his plate, then looked at the delicious dishes opposite. He felt that every bite was torture.
"Is this some new form of torture? Showing off affection, and then tempting me with delicacies. Hmm, this must be a poisonous scheme by the guard to force me to confess. I can't fall for it. Hmm, Liu Pang, you can do it."
Little Pang swallowed a mouthful of food fiercely.
In the afternoon, Wan Lei came to deliver food again. This time, it was a new selection.
Phoenix tail shark fin, red plum pearl fragrance, kung pao wild rabbit, bean paste bun, milk sauce corner, auspicious dragon double flight, Buddha's hand gold roll, golden thread crispy sparrow, ruyi roll. Scallop sea cucumber, stir-fried pearl chicken, milk sauce fish slices.
Extremely rich, with everything available.
After heating as usual, Wan Lei handed the dishes to Fang Xiaoyu. Immediately, the wails of the prisoners in the tenth row echoed.
"Too brutal."
"Is there any humanity left? Are they going to let people eat?"
"What are they eating over there? Can we at least take a look if we can't eat it..."
The crowd's appetite was whetted by the food. Little Pang, in particular, was staring intently at the dishes on the opposite table. After a moment, he kicked his plate away.
I'm not eating it anymore!
It's too infuriating!
Listening to the howling outside, Fang Xiaoyu felt that his food tasted even better. After all, comparison leads to a sense of superiority...
Before getting off work in the evening, Wan Lei came to deliver dinner.
Dinner was also very rich.
Dried sea cucumber, dragon beard noodles, mountain delicacies with刺龙芽, lotus root tofu, red bean congee.
Magpie presenting plum, butterfly shrimp roll, ginger sauce fish slices, five-spice young pigeon, sweet and sour lotus root, pickled cauliflower, imperial bird's nest, stewed deer tendon in casserole, shredded chicken with fungus, osmanthus fish strips.
There were over a dozen dishes, so many that Fang Xiaoyu's small table couldn't hold them all.
Fang Xiaoyu ate with relish inside, Wan Lei watched from outside with happiness and satisfaction, and Little Pang, with his face pressed against the small window, was so hungry he wanted to cry.
"Brother, give me a bite..."
"Scram!"
...
For the next few days, Wan Lei would leave early every morning to buy the best meals from various restaurants, enough for Sister Xiaoyu to eat for the day. He would then pack them and bring them to the prison to give to her when it was mealtime.
Meanwhile, the prisoners in the tenth row saw their appetites visibly decrease. Some couldn't even swallow a bite.
This surprised the people in the cafeteria, who didn't know why.
Every mealtime, Little Pang would pester Wan Lei for food, tirelessly. If it weren't for the prison's explicit rule against hitting people, Wan Lei would have definitely beaten him.
Annoying, why is he shouting?
A week later, before getting off work in the evening, Wan Lei collected the leftover food from Sister Xiaoyu.
"Don't bring these tomorrow. I'm tired of them."
"Then what do you want to eat?"
"Hot pot."
"Okay."
The next morning, Wan Lei went to buy a copper pot, hot pot base, and various meatballs, fresh meat, and vegetables.
When it was time for breakfast, he directly set up the pot in the prison corridor. While cooking the ingredients, he took out the cooked food and placed it on a plate, handing it over.
The plate also contained sesame oil, minced garlic, and sesame paste...
The aroma of hot pot was even more intense, sweeping through all the cells like a storm.
The terrifying destructive power of hot pot fragrance far surpassed other stir-fried dishes, as it could be kept warm and the aroma would keep rising.
Clear broth hot pot in the morning, spicy hot pot at noon, and mushroom soup hot pot at night...
Thus, the day passed with Xiaoyu eating with relish, the crowd wailing, and Little Pang begging incessantly.
By the time it was dinner, Little Pang hadn't even managed to get a bite of hot pot...
Returning to his cave dwelling that night, Wan Lei thought it over. He felt that eating hot pot all day might not be healthy, and Sister Xiaoyu might get tired of it easily. He decided to switch to barbecue the next day.
So, the next morning, Wan Lei went to buy a barbecue grill, meat skewers, iron skewers, cumin powder, salt, chili powder, and pepper powder...
Arriving at the prison, after distributing the food, Wan Lei set up his station. He first placed the barbecue grill, then put in charcoal, lit it, and placed various meat skewers and vegetables on it. He brushed oil and sprinkled seasonings, busy and happy.
As everyone knows, the destructive power of barbecue aroma is comparable only to hot pot. Once the smell wafted out, the wailing in the cells was unprecedented.
Little Pang was going crazy. He looked at the glistening meat skewers on the barbecue grill outside, smelled the soul-stirring aroma, and swallowed hard.
"Brother... my good guard brother, I beg you, little brother kowtows to you. Give me one skewer, even just one is fine."
"Scram."
Wan Lei's answer remained concise and clear.
"Brother, my good brother, I beg you. I'll agree to anything you want. Give me a bite, just one bite..."
"I told you, aren't you annoying? I'm not making this for you. If you want to eat, ask someone else to send it to you."
He was reluctant to give even a single bite of this to anyone else, as it was for Sister Xiaoyu.
Hearing this, a fierce look appeared in Little Pang's eyes, and he finally made a decision that went against his ancestral teachings.
"I'll confess, I'll confess everything. Give me a skewer, just one skewer!!!"