Chapter 328 Worse Than Dog Food

• Moments later, the waiter followed Mr. Hart’s orders and brought over several big basins of leftovers—scraps from other tables all dumped together. A half fish with bones, cloudy rice soup, and a lump of congealed noodles. This wasn’t a meal for people. It was slop fit for pigs.
• Lillian Wood stared at the basins and finally snapped, yelling at Mr. Hart,
• “You’re making me eat this? Is this even food for people? A dog wouldn’t touch it!”