She plated it into four bowls.
She took one for herself and walked to a clean table. She pointed to the other three bowls on the counter.
"If you want it, wash your hands first," she commanded without looking back.
There was a scramble. The three lazy men practically fought each other to get to the water basin. Moments later, they were sitting around the counter, shoving spoonfuls of rice into their mouths.
"Oh my god!" The Steward moaned. "The texture! The rice is chewy but soft! The egg is fluffy! What is this sorcery?!"
"I haven't eaten real food in ten years," the second man cried, actual tears streaming down his face. "The Fasting Pills... they taste like chalk... I forgot what happiness was!"
Ji'an ate her own portion calmly. She knew she had them in her pocket by now.
"Steward," Ji'an said between bites.
"Yes, Boss! Anything, Boss!" The Steward, formerly the tyrant of the kitchen, had surrendered completely.
