Chapter 322
"Does anyone here know what kind of food the children in orphanages eat?"
"......."
No one answered.
Sophia's eyes flickered briefly, and Claire nodded. Now that I thought about it, Sophia had been raised as a spy from a young age. I’d never given it much thought before, but maybe she had spent some time in an orphanage. As for Claire, she had been in the same place as me, so she would understand immediately.
"The place I was in served thin porridge. It was heavily watered down and barely seasoned. There was hardly any taste, and there was almost nothing in it to chew."
"......."
As I spoke, I wondered if someone would interrupt me, but fortunately, no one did.
"And even that wasn’t in large amounts. Looking back now, it wasn’t really fit to be called food."
Not that porridge itself was unfit for consumption—but that porridge wasn’t something a person should have been given to eat. If anything, calling it porridge was a stretch. Food should at least contain something edible.
"We survived by sharing what little we had."
"No."
This time, someone did contradict me.