Qian Zhijie was concentrating on eating the meat slices when he saw Zhang Xiaobin take out the rabbit head and paused.
"What do you mean? You don't know I can't eat this today?"
Zhang Xiaobin didn't mind, arranging the rabbit head and then standing up to close the door, "I know, I'm not asking you to eat, I'm eating it myself."
Just now, a fellow patient took out a private stash from their pot, saying this thing can't be seen by medical staff, otherwise it will be confiscated.
Zhang Xiaobin locked the door, "Wait for a bit, I'll make you rice noodles, these are really tasty, the noodles were just made by the boss."
The patients all sat up from their beds, each holding a portion of Fuding Meat Slices, watching and discussing their eating experiences.
"These meat slices are alright, sweet and tasty, the key is the texture is good, how is it made?"
"Seems like some powder was added, maybe starch or something, not bad, not bad."
