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Chapter 135 A Carefully Cooked Breakfast

When the unique wake-up bell rang, most of the prisoners did not want to get out of bed, and even found it difficult to open their eyelids. The stiff bed that they had disliked so much last night, and the mattress space that was as thin as cardboard, now seemed like heaven.

At this moment, the devilish voice in the loudspeaker began to sound again.

"My fellow prisoners, with all due respect, you may be able to afford the deduction for staying in bed, but you may not be able to withstand the subsequent chain reactions. This includes missing roll call, missing this morning's labor, not having your upgrade time reduced for three days, and the malnutrition caused by missing meals."

"One more thing. The door will only open when all the people in the room have made their beds and are dressed. Otherwise, the door will only open automatically after breakfast time."

"Or, you can choose to continue sleeping together - good luck everyone."

Listening to the broadcast, the few prisoners who were still conscious remembered what the prison guard had said to them last night.

“It is important to abide by the prison schedule, whether it is roll call or labor.”

"Oh my god! Hurry up, hurry up! If you miss roll call, you'll have wasted the whole day here!"

About half a minute later, the prison became lively. The prisoners who were awakened by the broadcast pulled their accomplices out of bed, and some even started shouting and slapping each other in the face.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, you damn it, wake up!"

"Stop hitting me, idiot! Nader won't wake up if you hit him again!"

"Why are you, a judge, so harsh?"

"What? You can't even fold a quilt? Just fold it casually!"

The sky was still dark, but the prison suddenly became bustling with activity. Wherever the guards went, the prisoners bustled about in a frenzy of activity. This vibrant, thriving atmosphere felt less like a prison and more like a subway during rush hour.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The bell rang over the radio. It was six o'clock, and the bell rang six times. After the bell stopped, the voice of the prison guard rang outside the cell.

"I'm too lazy to bang on the iron door with a baton. Actually, the prison's punishment for you mainly comes in the form of fines and extra sentences. If you don't want to be dragged out of bed one morning and told you're bankrupt, think about the prison training you took before—everyone line up in thirty seconds! Get out of the cell!"

Maroni, wearing an orange prison uniform, touched his cool bald head, which they shaved before going to prison to prevent them from hiding small blades or other sharp objects inside, and also avoid some hygiene problems.

For the first time in his life, he was included in the crowd, even though he was Sal Maroni. He was powerful and wealthy, he was ruthless, decisive, and had connections, but after changing into the prison uniform, he blended into the crowd of prisoners wearing the same orange uniforms in the prison, and no longer felt conspicuous.

"Neeley Spencer?"

"arrive."

"Josh Hammond."

"arrive."

"Salvatore Vincent Maroni."

"Here." He subconsciously answered the guard's roll call, and then clenched his fists angrily. He was very dissatisfied with his state of abiding by the rules, and felt a kind of shame of being trained.

A moment later, the roll call was completed and the prison guards led them to the cafeteria - but in the eyes of most people, this scene reminded them of sheep being herded by a shepherd.

Everything here made them feel extremely uncomfortable. They had long been accustomed to the extravagant, free and unrestrained life outside the prison. At this time, even the slightest restraint could make them feel strongly dissatisfied.

"Good morning, friends."

When all the prisoners lined up to get their meals, a familiar voice rang out over the radio. Most of the prisoners did not react, but when Maroni heard the voice, his hair stood on end and his face showed panic. At this moment, he began to doubt for the first time whether he could walk out of the prison alive.

"I'm your chef this morning. Or rather, I'll be your chef for three meals a day from now on. You may or may not have recognized me, but it doesn't matter. Just remember one thing—from now on, there will be no other chefs in this prison besides me, so please enjoy your meal. The food standard today will be the standard of food served in this cafeteria forever."

Maroni listened to Ma Zhaodi's words on the radio with a trembling voice, feeling a mixture of joy and worry. Joy, knowing Ma Zhaodi's cooking skills were definitely not bad; worry, knowing that it was Ma Zhaodi speaking on the radio, so while his cooking might not be fatal, his presence was.

With this mood, he went to the window to get his meal, and then sat down at his seat in the cafeteria.

And then what happened next?

Maroni, sitting at his workstation, looked confused. He knocked his head painfully, feeling that his brain was churning like his stomach acid.

There is a bitter taste in the mouth and a burning sensation in the throat.

How did you get to your workstation?

I seem to have forgotten what I had for breakfast this morning.

No, it’s not that he forgot, but his brain automatically blurred the memory of breakfast in order to protect him.

"Morning. I ate in the morning."

He held his head and searched his mind with all his might, finally remembering the painful memory.

The orange-yellow paste is corn paste.

"I've meticulously researched and cooked this cornmeal. It looks like ten, and it actually tastes like ten, too. The texture is still ten when it goes down your throat, but it's made from 100% pure, authentic corn. Make no mistake, this is a ten-flavor cornmeal! To create this flavor, I've dedicated several days to researching, and I guarantee you'll be delighted!"

The colorful sticky liquid in the cup is juice.

"Pineapple, watermelon, apple, bitter melon, milk, soy sauce, salt, MSG, spicy soup. Just like the corn paste, this is also a delicious juice I carefully prepared. There are no inedible condiments in it. Every fruit is guaranteed fresh, and every condiment is guaranteed to be hygienic. The ingredients inside are absolutely healthy and nutritious. You don't have to worry about the hygiene quality of the kitchen."

I can't tell what it's made of, it's toast.

"This staple bread is not made by me, so it's nothing new. Don't worry, it tastes perfectly fine. It's exactly the same as all the bread you usually eat. Maybe it will become your favorite food."

"But there is one thing I want to tell you. This bread is made from insect powder."

(End of this chapter)