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Chapter 62: Chapter 60: The Desire for Gourmet Food
Old Factory Street, A yang Bathhouse.
Fang Cheng put on his clothes and stood in front of the sink, arranging his hair in the mirror.
After working out, taking another shower made him feel comfortable all over.
Every pore in his body seemed to be breathing heavily, and his mood was also very pleasant.
This effect was almost as good as enjoying the service of a Gold Medal Technician.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Cheng nodded slightly in appreciation.
He was indeed a handsome young man.
However...
As he looked more spirited, why did it seem like he had less hair?
"With my current Constitution, with such vigorous metabolism, shouldn’t hair be growing more than shedding?"
Fang Cheng pondered this, then quickly dismissed the thought.
He then picked up the bag with his change of clothes and walked out.
At the entrance of the bathhouse, a few aunties sat chatting as usual.
But today, their voices were particularly low.
They whispered to each other, looking shocked and secretive, like underground party members meeting.
People walked by without them noticing.
Fang Cheng silently passed by them, avoiding another round of "focused greetings".
After leaving the bathhouse, he went to the steamed bun shop he often visited to buy breakfast.
He even bought a double portion, twenty beef-filled large buns and four bags of soy milk. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Such an appetite startled the owner.
Fang Cheng excused it as buying for a colleague.
While exercising in the morning, ever since he increased his Strength and agility to 20 points, his stomach kept growling, acid churning, and saliva continuously secreting.
It felt like he had forgotten to eat for several days and suddenly realized it, becoming exceptionally hungry and thirsty.
After running home, he simply took out the remaining pork leg from the fridge, cooked some and fried some.
Two bottles of 900ml milk were also gulped down.
He ate all he could, and though his stomach was stretched, he still felt dissatisfied.
It seemed like his body’s organs were operating at full load for a short time, urgently needing continuous nutritional supplements.
Fortunately, he mastered the Cooking Skill.
This skill could speed up digestion and enhance the absorption rate of nutrients.
This also allowed him to effectively exercise his stomach function, gaining as much as 30 Experience Points.
Fang Cheng reflected now.
When his Constitution attribute had previously broken through 20 points, he had never felt so ridiculously hungry.
"It seems... it’s better not to break through two attributes at the same time in the future, it’s too taxing on the body."
Attributes and Potential Activation are the same.
According to Fang Cheng’s understanding, they don’t come out of nowhere but mainly come from some kind of Life Energy hidden inside his own body.
If to use Master Lin’s words, it would be called Inner Qi.
The more abundant the Inner Qi in the human body, the healthier and less prone to illness the body is.
Hence, Master Lin always advises each of his patients to pay attention to dietary nourishment.
And it is best to buy more nourishing health products in his clinic.
"Aunt Chen." "Uncle Zhang."
Fang Cheng walked in the stairwell, greeting the neighbors he encountered.
Perhaps because of long-term fitness, his appearance and temperament had changed a lot.
These neighbors were a bit dazed at first sight, and if it were not for his greeting, they almost couldn’t recognize him.
Fang Cheng had a smile on his face and a light step.
He actually liked his current living environment.
As a child, because his identity as a "Murderer’s family" was exposed, he often faced criticism and various kinds of cold violence.
His mother took him to move from place to place constantly, often lacking this kind of peaceful and stable feeling.
The population in the Old Factory Street area was diverse, which meant no one cared much about your past identity.
Reaching the 9th floor, he stepped into the slightly dim corridor.
Just as Fang Cheng was about to take out his keys to unlock the iron door of his home.
A soft voice suddenly called out.
"Brother Cheng, wait a moment!"
Turning back, it was Zhou Xiu Mei opening her own iron gate and running out.
She held a thermal lunch box in her hands, with a pair of chopsticks, presenting it as if offering a treasure.
Inside the lunch box were six exquisite shumai, with skins so translucent and thin that even the meat filling was visible.
"Did you make these?"
Fang Cheng looked at Zhou Xiumei with surprise.
Ever since childhood, he had never known this girl to understand cooking, let alone make dishes that looked so appealing.
"I just learned."
Zhou Xiumei nodded slightly, somewhat embarrassed.
She then picked up a shumai with chopsticks and held it to his mouth:
"Brother Cheng, try my cooking skills."
Unable to refuse the cordial gesture, Fang Cheng reluctantly bit into the shumai and tasted it.
"Is it good?"
Zhou Xiumei looked at Fang Cheng, her eyes full of hope.
After chewing carefully and swallowing slowly, Fang Cheng seriously commented, "Not bad, it’s half as good as mine."
"Ah?"
Zhou Xiumei’s mouth immediately formed an O shape upon hearing this.
"Why that expression?"
Fang Cheng slightly exasperated:
"I possess expert-level Cooking Skill, and for you to achieve this level at such a young age is really quite good."
"Oh."
Zhou Xiumei pouted slightly, her face still showing a hint of disappointment.
After swallowing the whole shumai, Fang Cheng then asked her:
"What’s the occasion today? Why did you think of making snacks?"
Zhou Xiumei’s expression became a bit serious as she explained in a low voice:
"My dad told me that the security has been bad recently, advising me not to go out to the night market with a stall."
"So, I thought I might as well practice my cooking skills and set up a breakfast stall on Old Factory Street to earn some living expenses."
"So, you were using me as a lab rat, huh?"
Fang Cheng reacted with an enlightened expression.
Zhou Xiumei slightly bit her lip, showing a shy smile.
Suddenly thinking of something, she then spoke concernedly:
"Brother Cheng, you must be careful when you come back at night. My dad said that several murder incidents have occurred in our neighborhood this month."
"Don’t worry, I now have more flexible working hours and rarely work night shifts."
The two stood in the hallway, chatting casually.
"Then I won’t disturb you while you’re working."
Zhou Xiumei hurriedly spoke, then hesitated while looking at the lunch box in her hand: "This..."
Fang Cheng smiled and took it from her hands:
"Such delicious shumai can’t be found even with a lantern outside, of course, I’ll take it for lunch."
Hearing this, Zhou Xiumei’s eyes instantly brightened, showing a sincere smile.
Back at home.
Fang Cheng first washed his changed clothes and hung them on the corridor’s clothesline.
Next, he finished off all the buns and soy milk he bought from the breakfast stall.
After eating a lot, Fang Cheng burped contentedly.
"Awesome!"
It felt like the best thing to do now was to go to the club for a training session and throw a few punches on the employer.
To digest a bit, strengthen the stomach.
But he just returned from sick leave yesterday, and today being Friday, it was his turn to take a day off; no classes have been scheduled.
Besides, he had more important things to do.
After cleaning up the desk, looking at the box of shumai Zhou Xiumei had made, Fang Cheng smiled slightly.
He then tucked the lunch box inside his bag.
Next, he placed a can of Nourishing Returning Tea, which was actually wolfberry tea, bought from Master Lin into the bag as well.
All set, he prepared to leave.
Today’s main task was to go to the library and study.
Having encountered many things recently, there had been significant changes to his body.
Fang Cheng felt he must understand more about the physiology of the human body.
