"So he asked Commander Yi for over ten tons of graphite to eat...?"
"No way, even if he has pica... he couldn't possibly eat through ten tons, right?!"
They had now assumed that Wang Ye had pica. Aside from this, they couldn't think of anything that could explain Wang Ye's current behavior.
In reality, among Earth's seven billion people, those with pica aren't rare; some love eating oil, some enjoy sand, some prefer raw rice... Of course, there should also be people who love graphite, but most people don't know this.
And Wang Ye might just be one of them.
"Maybe... he just wants to stockpile some food? After all, he's in great shape, with a large appetite, so these ten-plus tons might just be his annual consumption."
"Makes sense."
As the two discussed, a man at the back interrupted:
"No... it seems like he's eating way too much..."
They turned their heads and saw Wang Ye still continuously stuffing large chunks of graphite into his mouth.
