Gu Xia swallowed her saliva involuntarily.
She really was a foodie, practically at gourmet level back in City G.
Yu Xiuli, Lu You, all the snacks they couldn't find, she could.
"What's going on here? Is this my last meal before death?"
Looking at a dozen fragrant dishes on the table, Gu Xia really couldn't resist.
A long table filled with aromatic dishes, especially the white rice.
It made Gu Xia think about it day and night. Ever since the mission, she mostly ate compressed biscuits.
Eating too much of that stuff made her taste buds numb.
And as a true North native, rice was a staple for all three meals a day.
That craving for rice, perhaps only those who love it can understand.
"You should eat first."
The person who brought her in said quietly, glancing at Gu Xia.
