Holden endured all the discomfort and put the food into Mitchel's mouth. When Mitchel ate it, he felt more uncomfortable. It was as if thousands of ants were crawling all over his body.

He looked at Mitchel with a stiff face and said, "Tell me after you swallow it."

Mitchel nodded calmly and chewed slowly. Even if the food in his mouth was only mashed potato, he chewed it more than thirty times.

His face was expressionless. He couldn't tell what the mashed potato tasted like, but he didn't want another bite of it.

While watching Mitchel chew, Holden was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected Mitchel to eat like this. Soon, he urged impatiently, “Hurry up."