Howard scanned over the food placed in front of him, muttering to himself as he pointed with the bone staff in his hand, "The gods today want to eat roasted mutton leg..."
Howard licked his lips and muttered again, "The gods also want to eat roasted chicken."
Immediately, Howard's gaze fell on a plate of seemingly well-seasoned meat slices, unable to look away for a long time. Finally, the raised bone staff chose a plate of bananas.
He glanced longingly at the plate of meat slices while constantly comforting himself, "Mum said we can't always eat meat; eating more fruits is good for the body."
"Um...I won't eat meat...I'll eat fruits, I'll eat fruits."
In the end, Howard reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
The ritual seemed to have ended, and Howard climbed down from the platform, holding the three plates in front of him, gnawing as he squeezed into the crowd, "Make way, make way..."
