AWB Chapter 225 [Empire] The Canteen's Porridge
Chapter 225 [Empire] The Canteen's Porridge
Back at the dorm, I looked at this rather shabby room, but I wasn't too moved. I didn't have much luggage, as almost all my daily necessities were in the space.
This was a six-person dorm, small and simply furnished. It consisted of nothing more than a bed, devoid of any extraneous decorations. The bed looked a bit worn, with visible cracks and what appeared to be damage at the corners.
The dormitory was filled with a faint, stale air. The walls were covered in a patchwork of marks, leaving traces of time unknown. The floor was plain cement, devoid of any decorative tiles.
I walked over to my bed and put my backpack down.
This dormitory is already full with me in it, but the others haven't come back yet, so I'm the only one here now.
Looking at the bedding belongings of other roommates, they looked very simple and obviously well-used. Some of the bedding had faded in color and the fabrics were a bit worn.
Is it really a school where the annual tuition cost does not exceed three figures?
At dinner time, I went to the cafeteria and saw food that cost even less than the cheapest nutrient solution.
It was meat. The dishes were very appetizing, with vibrant colors and a fragrant aroma. Students lined up in an orderly fashion in front of a row of windows filled with food.
As the team moved forward, I finally arrived at the window.
The uncle who served the food paused for a moment on my clothes. He frowned slightly, a hint of doubt and hesitation in his eyes. He shook his head gently, and then said to me in a firm tone: "Child, you can't get food here. Go to the second floor to eat."
My eyes widened, my face filled with surprise: "Why, uncle?"
The uncle didn't say anything more, just waved his hand and told me to go to the second floor quickly. Then, he stopped looking at me and continued to serve food to other students.
I slowly walked up to the second floor. The scene here was completely different from the first. Before my eyes were all sorts of neatly arranged nutrient solutions and expensive dishes. The prices of these foods were similar to those outside the school, and clearly beyond the reach of the average student.
The entire second-floor dining area was serene, with only a handful of students. Those dining there were clearly better-dressed than their classmates downstairs. They wore exquisite attire, some even sporting small accessories, and chatted quietly while dining elegantly.
However, there were also a few people on the second floor who looked like they came from ordinary families. They sat quietly in a corner, holding a bowl of porridge in their hands.
I glanced at the food window and saw that the food was probably the cheapest on this floor.
No matter how cheap the porridge was, it was still two orders of magnitude cheaper than the meat and vegetables downstairs. I didn't understand why the uncle downstairs had to rush me upstairs. I also couldn't understand why they had to come upstairs to drink this porridge.
I made a bowl of porridge and took a bite. The taste was really enough to make my scalp tingle.
An indescribable, strange taste spread in my mouth. I frowned slightly, trying hard to resist the urge to spit it out. The texture of this paste was also very strange, sticky, like a thick layer of glue in my mouth. I'm afraid I won't be able to clean this used bowl without applying two coats of dish soap...
I suppressed my discomfort and took another sip, trying to identify what was in the paste, but apart from the unbearable taste, I couldn't identify anything.