"Let him in and go get yourself a bowl of porridge."
"Thank you, sir." The man bowed respectfully. He carefully avoided the soldiers as he walked to the porridge shed, his eyes fixed greedily on the porridge in the pot shimmering with oil.
The person in charge of cooking the porridge didn't say another word and directly filled a full large bowl.
"Eat over there, and if it's not enough, you can have another bowl."
"Thank you, sir," the man repeated as he took the bowl. Not caring about anything else, he immediately took a bite.
It was scalding hot, yet the saltiness couldn't be masked. Upon savoring it, he could even detect the faint texture of fish meat.
Not to mention the slight fishy taste that opened up his long-dulled taste buds, making him feel as if he had never eaten anything as delicious as this before.
A bowl went down, and a warm rush rose, invigorating his body that had been famished for so long.
