Coral

As expected, Zen woke up in the afternoon the next morning. Having spent the whole night reviewing clips and finalising the candidates for the new farming parties, nobody bothered him. The only person who enjoyed Zen’s cooking was Liu Feng, who wasn’t fussy about his food for a change. Zen made him a simple congee with chicken strips, eggs and spring onion garnish. He was missing the fried dough sticks, but they were good enough. Liu Feng enjoyed it with Chinese tea while Zen ate the same thing, nursing his throbbing skull.

“Did you put this list together yourself?” Damian asked. “It’s different from the screened candidates.”

While the girls brainstormed how to work a toaster, the boys in Party Godly Food quietly discussed the new plan to disband Party Prayer. Liu Feng didn’t know who assisted Zen with filtering and decision-making. However, it wasn’t a terrible composition. The style was very unlike Zen, and the intent