The people put the things down and turned to leave. At that time, nearly a hundred people in the room rushed forward. Some of them blocked the way of these guys, who kicked them away in disgust.
People here were from different countries, and their habits were different. Nevertheless, to all of them, as long as there was food, it was better than anything.
The few steamed buns and vegetable soup were quickly gone. Some strong people could grab more, and some weak people couldn't grab anything. They could only watch others eat like wolves.
Jacob was greatly impressed by the scene. He felt like he was in a refugee camp.
Maybe, if Fletcher succeeded, those people who survived by luck would really live like this.
"Here you are."
Just as Jacob was in a daze, a small man who was not very tall came up to him. He handed Jacob a half of a steamed bun.
"You're Chinese?" Jacob was a little surprised.