Otis's POV:
A Taste Like This ......
I could never be wrong, this taste was engraved in my mind.
This rough and tasteless taste, this sore throat when swallowing, this feeling that makes you want to turn your stomach.
It was the same taste that I remembered from those eight years when I was a slave, when I ate this food almost constantly, the bad, hard and rough black bread, the tasteless porridge made of scraps, but now I could taste it again for the first time in a long time!
The food of the Snow Pack is now almost the same as the food I used to eat as a slave!
Had their living conditions gotten this bad?
I looked at the porridge in my hand and something began to fluctuate inside me.
"Otis, if you can't eat it forget it, I remember there's a river at the bottom of the hill, I'll
