It was a clay jar with a grey base and a black base. It looked a little old, and the meat inside was already beginning to roll violently. The white and delicate meat was wisps and wisps, but they were very thin and not big. The smell of the meat came to my face, and I was more certain that it was not chicken.
There was a pair of chopsticks just beside me. I immediately picked up a piece of them, which was very slippery and almost impossible to hold. But I managed to take it out. I hesitated for a moment while holding the meat. What would happen if I ate it? I moved the chopsticks to my mouth hesitantly, but I couldn't eat it at all. So I decided to take the chopsticks back and see if there was anyone behind me. However, I suddenly felt that there was someone behind me. I put the meat back
