It was mealtime again. This time, there was neither rice nor side dishes, just a single, grayish bun the size of a fist. At a glance, it was clear the bun was made from coarse or stale grain.
Before the bun had even been set down, the three men lunged forward like starving tigers.
The guard was startled by the sudden commotion. Reflexively, he held the tray high and shouted, "Stop grabbing!"
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