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... cold food.
It was said to be a table, but it was actually a small, broken table about the size of a basket.
The dishes were cold, with a layer of congealed oil floating on top, and everything imaginable in the ingredients, like the leftovers pieced together.
The soup was also insipid, yet a film of oil still floated on its surface.
Calling it soup was a stretch; it was more like dishwater.
Is this drinkable? Is this meal edible?
Even for ordinary ...
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