With the first bite, his spirit was uplifted.
The terrible taste made it truly hard to swallow.
But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the three leaders staring at him, steeled himself, and swallowed.
This bowl.
Took him ten whole minutes to eat.
He put the empty bowl down, feeling relieved.
Dirk Carter pointed at his bowl and said, "Secretary Eames, no rush, there's more, take your time eating."
"Secretary General Carter, I'm full..."
"What do you mean you're full? This bowl of slop can't have much in it. Another bowl!"
This time, Dirk Carter's expression turned a bit stern.
Frederick Eames had a guilty conscience and didn't dare defy him, he could only pick it up again.
After finishing the second bowl.
He wiped his mouth, bravely suppressed the turmoil in his stomach, and belched.
Lane Quincy asked, "Comrade Eames, do you want more? I still have some..."
"No need, really no need, I'm full, truly full..."
Frederick Eames waved his hand repeatedly as he spoke.
