The male educated youths had already begun to stir, their shouts and accusations rising one after another.
Master Zhang, having emerged from the kitchen, looked rather disheveled, his apron stained with patches of grease.
"Master Zhang, how could you feed us rat meat!" one of the male youths stood up, his chopsticks clattering to the floor as he demanded an explanation. Other youths joined in, clamoring for an answer.
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