Having learned about the game of rat-telephone Han Yu felt scammed.
'I'm the one that's supposed to be scamming others...' he thought before his stomach rumbled again.
"Come on now, eat. You should eat food at the right times. It's necessary for growing children you know?" Li Mei nagged him on.
Han Yu stared at the bubbling pot with the solemn resignation of a man attending his own funeral.
He sniffed. The aroma was deceptively appetizing—rich, earthy, and with a subtle kick of herbs that whispered, "You might survive this."
His stomach had other opinions. It roared again, more forceful this time, like an angry spirit demanding sacrifice.
With trembling hands, Han Yu picked up the offered bowl.
"You… sure it's safe?" he asked.
Li Mei gave a smile that was entirely too confident. "Han Yu, I'm at least 78% sure it won't kill you."