When she woke up, it was still the police who delivered her food.
Ming Mei's meals were now much better than the first one, she could tell; these must have been cooked by a top chef, served in ordinary food boxes. They looked like average meals, but one taste and it was clear, definitely not from some small, cheap restaurant.
Ming Mei didn't care who sent the food, she just picked up her chopsticks and ate, offhandedly asking, "Has anyone died in here?"
The police officer hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the truth, "This... well... indeed, someone did die."
"How did they die?"
"Drug overdose."
"Oh..."
Ming Mei continued to eat her meal, bite by bite. During the dozens of hours she had been there, she always enjoyed her meals, no matter how unpalatable the food was, she could always make it taste delicious.
