Chapter 440: Triple Spirits (3)_2

A moment later, he placed a plate in front of the wooden crate's opening and chuckled, "Eat it while it's hot. This time it's not red-hot charcoal, it's actually edible."

Then he turned and left the room.

Zhuang Wenjing's stomach had been growling non-stop, and upon hearing the man leave, she immediately threw herself down at the opening of the crate, extending her arm out.

But she soon hesitated. Although she touched the plate, she didn't dare to get close to the center of the plate.

The location where the food was placed was a blind spot from her view, but her palm could feel the warmth emanating from the plate.

Zhuang Wenjing gently prodded it with her index finger, creating an indentation. It wasn't hot, nor was it hard; it seemed to be edible.

She hastily grabbed it, the sticky substance adhering to her hand, and immediately a strange, foul smell wafted into her nostrils.