"One bowl of cornmeal porridge per person! Line up properly!"
The head chef of the prison cafeteria shouted loudly, holding a ladle.
In these times, being able to have a bowl of steaming hot cornmeal porridge was already a luxury. Forget about the impoverished families—Wang Yunxiao and his brothers couldn't even guarantee a meal of cornmeal this time last year.
When people are starved to the point of desperation, even corncobs become edible.
It's not that the Special Service Bureau couldn't provide better food. The issue was that this was a bottomless pit. Hundreds of people eating cornmeal three times a day—no one knew how long this was sustainable.
You couldn't buy grain even if you had money.
A while ago, the grain warehouse outside the city flooded, followed by incidents of grain theft and stockpiling. The grain reserve in Tianmen City had already dipped below the critical threshold.
