Beisitian roughly figured out what kind of people the other party had brought, contemplating what special characteristics the adults among them might have—whether they were for mediation or served some other purpose.
After the meal, the other party quickly returned, and Beisitian had no choice but to lie back down on the bed, pretending to be unable to move.
Those people entered with incense, and upon smelling it, Beisitian realized she could move.
The driver placed a paper package on the table and said, "Eat."
It was half a roast chicken.
Beisitian glanced at the half roast chicken but didn't move. The driver ignored her, locked the door again, and left.
Beisitian waited quietly for a moment, and once she confirmed that the other party had truly left, she examined the powder and found no poison or anything harmful, which reassured her to start eating.
When you're hungry, anything tastes delicious, especially this type of food with regional flair.
