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Stepping into the cafeteria, a wave of antiquity and simplicity washed over me. The space was relatively spacious, yet the interior was furnished in a way that bordered on shabby.
The walls were painted in the most ordinary shade of grayish-white, and time had taken its toll; many areas were mottled and peeling, revealing the rough brick structure beneath, as if silently narrating stories of the past.
Above, several dim yellow fluorescent lights hung listlessly from the ceiling. Their light seemed weak in the slightly empty cafeteria, barely illuminating the area below. Dust and cobwebs clung to the fixtures, clearly untouched for quite some time.
The floor was laid with concrete, still relatively intact but riddled with fine cracks due to years of neglect. Occasionally, small patches of unknown grass would sprout from these fissures, seemingly striving for survival in this austere environment.
Scattered throughout the cafeteria were tables and chairs of the oldest wooden style. Their surfaces were marred with scratches and stains, and some chairs wobbled precariously as if they might collapse at any moment. The arrangement of tables and chairs was haphazard, tilted at odd angles across the room; some even lacked legs and were propped up with bricks to maintain balance.
In one corner stood a makeshift recycling area for utensils, consisting merely of a few battered plastic bins and a rusty metal rack. The paint on the rack had long since peeled away, exposing a dark red metal riddled with rust.
Near the kitchen side was a small window that Ye Wumeng guessed must be where food was served. The windowsill was a heavily worn slab of marble, marked with deep scratches. The surrounding walls had become damp from long exposure to steam, showing faint water stains.
On that simple marble slab were several oddly colored dishes arranged in large metal basins.
At the front of the serving area stood a burly man wielding a large iron ladle, his expression unfriendly as he eyed Ye Wumeng and his companions. A name tag on his chest displayed his name.
Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.
Actually, I had eaten before setting out; now I felt a bit queasy at the thought of food.
Forget it; I might as well eat something.
Ye Wumeng casually found a seat and closed his eyes to meditate. He had an abundance of supplies in storage; there was no need to endure this discomfort.
"Hmph, how can you be the leader if you’re not eating?" A deep voice reached Ye Wumeng's ears. He opened his eyelids slightly to see Bo Shuo standing right in front of him.
In his hands, he held a large iron bowl filled with colorful dishes atop a generous serving of rice.
"How I manage my affairs is none of your business," Ye Wumeng shot him a glance before closing his eyes again to feign sleep.
"Hmph, can you really lead like this? Even if you don’t eat today, you can’t just stop eating altogether! I’m waiting for you to be proven wrong."
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Bo Shuo, accompanied by his teammates, stormed off to a spot far from Ye Wumeng's table and buried himself in his meal.
"Captain, why don't you eat a bit? It may not look appetizing, but you still need to eat something," Taozi said, holding two small bowls, while Lei Huo and Wen Xi looked on with worried expressions.
Ye Wumeng glanced at Taozi, who directly handed one of the bowls to him. With no choice, Ye Wumeng reluctantly accepted it.
Is this what they call eating bitterly? He placed the small bowl in front of him, took out a spoon, and brought a bite to his mouth. Seeing this, Taozi and the others finally relaxed a bit.
To be honest, it was really hard to swallow, but Ye Wumeng maintained a neutral expression. After all, he had eaten far worse before; this didn’t even register on his scale of terrible meals. However, having to eat this every day would surely drive anyone mad.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Ye Wumeng quickly finished the bowl in front of him. The others watched in astonishment as he closed his eyes again.
Wait, did he really finish that in less than a minute?
In the distance, Bo Shuo was still mentally preparing himself and gaped at Ye Wumeng, while Taozi and the others wore equally surprised expressions.
Behind the counter, the uncle with the giant spoon nearly had his eyes pop out in disbelief as he watched Ye Wumeng with an incredulous look on his face.
Honestly, even he couldn’t eat that fast. He had originally come to see the expressions of these first-time diners as they tackled this meal. Who would have thought that someone like Ye Wumeng would emerge?
He quickly dashed from the kitchen to the dining area and approached Ye Wumeng with wide eyes, still in disbelief. "How did you do that?"
Hearing the voice, Ye Wumeng lifted his eyelids again and saw it was the man from the kitchen known as Uncle Wanjie.
"What do you mean how did I do it?"
"I mean how can you eat so fast? Do you have no sense of taste? Or were you starving for days just to challenge my Hellish Cuisine?"
"Hellish Cuisine?" Ye Wumeng scanned the faces of those around him. Everyone looked distressed; some were struggling to swallow their food and nearly gagged from the acidity rising in their stomachs.
Is it really that bad?
"No, it’s just normal food. Wait a minute—do you think this is bad too?"
Ye Wumeng seemed to have grasped a blind spot as he looked at the chef standing before him.
"Well, the thing is, almost no one here knows how to cook. I'm the only one who barely understands some recipes. In the past, we did send chefs over, but they couldn't stand the environment here," he said, scratching his head and glancing at Ye Wumeng with an embarrassed expression.
"Is that really the reason?" Ye Wumeng blinked rapidly, suddenly struck by an idea.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a can of Fresh Meat, placing it on the table before opening it.
As soon as he popped the lid, the rich aroma of meat wafted out, quickly filling the entire restaurant. The members of the Hellish Cuisine team paused mid-bite, their nostrils flaring as they sought out the source of the intense meaty scent in the air.
"Try this," Ye Wumeng said, pushing the can toward Wan Jie. A sudden thought sparked in his mind.
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