Huo Yuan leisurely finished his meal, putting down his bowl and chopsticks. Seeing this, the prison guard immediately brought in freshly washed fruits and tea, placing them on the small table. He then collected the leftovers from Huo Yuan's meal, conveniently tossing them into the nearby cell.
Seeing this, the waiting prisoners immediately turned red-eyed, scrambling for the scraps. Some even started to fight for them. The stronger ones managed to grab some, while the weaker and meeker inmates could only squat helplessly in the corners, salivating as they watched the others eat.
Huo Yuan glanced at these pitiful souls, shook his head, and pulled out an ingot of silver from his bag. He then said to the prison guard, "Go buy some roasted chickens for them to eat."
"Thank you, Young Master Huo, thank you, Young Master Huo…."