60: Chapter 60 Desire for Food

Chapter 60 Gourmet, Desire

Jiuchang Street, Ayang Bathhouse.

Fang Cheng put on his clothes and pants, stood in front of the sink, and adjusted his hairstyle in the mirror.

After working out and taking another shower, his whole body felt comfortable everywhere.

Every pore on his body seemed to be breathing deeply, and his mood was extremely joyful along with it.

This effect was not much worse than enjoying the service of a gold-medal technician.

Looking at his appearance in the mirror, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, quite appreciative.

He truly was a handsome young man.

However...

He looked more spirited, but why did his hair seem to have thinned out a bit more?

"With my current Physique and strong metabolism, shouldn't it grow more than it falls out?"

Fang Cheng let his mind wander, then quickly shook off the thought.

He then picked up the bag containing his change of clothes and walked outside.

At the entrance of the bathroom, several aunties were sitting around chatting as usual.

Only today, their voices sounded exceptionally low.

They whispered to each other, their expressions startled and jittery, looking like underground party members meeting up.

When someone walked up close, they didn't even notice.

Fang Cheng quietly passed by their side, avoiding experiencing the "gaze of attention" once again.

After walking out of the bathroom, he came to the steamed bun shop he frequented to buy breakfast.

He even bought a double portion on purpose, twenty large beef-stuffed steamed buns and four bags of soy milk.

Such an appetite startled the boss into a daze.

Fang Cheng made an excuse that he was bringing it along for a colleague.

During morning exercise, ever since adding both Strength and Agility to 20 points, his stomach had started rumbling constantly, stomach acid churning, and saliva constantly secreting.

His whole person felt as if he had forgotten to eat for several consecutive days, and suddenly woke up one day, becoming exceptionally starved and unbearable.

After running back home, he simply took out all the remaining pork leg meat in the refrigerator, boiling what needed boiling and stir-frying what needed stir-frying.

Two 900ml bottles of milk were also drunk in one go.

Everything that could be eaten was eaten, and his belly was already bloated, yet there was still a feeling of unfulfillment.

It seemed that the digestive capacity of all organs in his body was operating at full load for a short time, urgently needing a continuous supply of nutrients.

Fortunately, he had mastered the skill of "Gourmet".

It could speed up food digestion and promote the absorption rate of nutrients.

Thus, it also completed an efficient exercise of gastrointestinal function, boosting as much as 30 points of experience value.

Fang Cheng recalled now.

Previously when his Physique attribute broke through 20 points, he had never been this exaggeratedly hungry.

"It seems... it is best not to break through two attributes at the same time in the future, the consumption on the body is too great."

Attribute point allocation was the same as Potential Activation.

According to Fang Cheng's understanding, it was not something created out of nothing, but mainly originated from a certain life energy hidden inside his own body.

If borrowing Master Lin's saying, that would be Qi and blood.

The more abundant the Qi and blood in the human body, the stronger the body, and the less likely it was to fall ill.

Therefore, Master Lin always advised every customer who came for treatment to pay attention to dietary supplements in daily life.

It would be best if they bought more health and tonic products in his medical clinic.

"Auntie Chen.", "Uncle Zhang."

Walking in the stairwell, Fang Cheng greeted the neighbors coming from the opposite direction from time to time.

Perhaps due to long-term fitness, his image and temperament had changed quite a bit.

Catching sight of him at first glance, these neighbors were a bit dazed, and if he hadn't taken the initiative to greet them, they almost wouldn't have recognized him.

Fang Cheng wore a smile with light steps.

He actually quite liked his current living environment.

When he was little, because the identity of being the "family member of a murder demon" was exposed, he was often pointed at and criticized, suffering all kinds of cold-violence treatment.

His mother kept moving him around, having no fixed abode, always lacking this feeling of peace and stability.

The population in this area of Jiuchang Street was complex, and instead, no one cared so much about your original identity.

Climbing to the 9th floor, he stepped into the slightly dim corridor passage.

Fang Cheng had just prepared to take out his key to open the iron door of his home.

A soft calling voice suddenly came over.

"Brother Cheng, wait a minute!"

Looking back, it turned out to be Zhou Xiumei pulling open her own iron gate and running out in small steps.

Seeing her holding an insulated lunch box in her hand and a pair of chopsticks, she delivered it to him as if presenting a treasure.

Inside the lunch box were six exquisite and small shaomai, their skins crystal clear and so thin that even the meat filling could be seen.

"Did you make this?"

Fang Cheng looked at Zhou Xiumei with quite a bit of surprise.

Growing up, he never knew this girl actually understood Culinary Arts, and the food she made had such a good presentation.

"I just learned it."

Zhou Xiumei nodded somewhat bashfully.

Then she picked up a shaomai with chopsticks and delivered it to his mouth:

"Brother Cheng, try how my skills are."

Unable to refuse such warm hospitality, Fang Cheng reluctantly bit into the shaomai and tasted a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

Zhou Xiumei looked at Fang Cheng, her eyes full of anticipation.

Without a single error, look at each one!

After chewing carefully for a bit, Fang Cheng gave a serious evaluation: "Not bad, it has half of my skills."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Zhou Xiumei's small mouth instantly opened into an O shape.

"What is with that expression of yours?"

Fang Cheng was slightly speechless:

"I have expert-level Culinary Arts after all, for someone as young as you to reach this level is considered very good."

"Oh."

Zhou Xiumei pouted, her face still carrying a trace of disappointment.

After swallowing the entire shaomai, Fang Cheng turned to ask her:

"What day is it today, how did you think of making dim sum to eat?"

Zhou Xiumei's expression became slightly solemn, and she explained in a low voice:

"My dad told me that public security is not very good recently, and asked me not to go to the night market to set up a stall at night."

"So, I figured I might as well practice my Culinary Arts, and set up a breakfast stall in Jiuchang Street in the future to earn some more living expenses."

"So you were treating me as a laboratory guinea pig?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng instantly put on a look of sudden realization.

Zhou Xiumei gently bit her pearly whites, revealing a trace of bashful, shallow smiles.

Suddenly thinking of something, she then asked with concern:

"Brother Cheng, you must pay attention to safety when you come back at night, my dad said that several homicide cases have happened in our nearby neighborhood this month."

"Rest assured, my working hours are relatively free now, and I rarely work night shifts anymore."

The two stood in the corridor and chatted casually for a few sentences.

"Then I won't disturb your work."

Zhou Xiumei quickly said, and hesitantly glanced at the lunch box in her hand: "This..."

Fang Cheng smiled and took it from her hand:

"Such delicious shaomai can't be bought anywhere even with a lantern, of course I have to take it for lunch."

Hearing these words, Zhou Xiumei's bright eyes instantly flashed, revealing a heartfelt smile.

Returning home.

Fang Cheng first washed the changed clothes and pants clean, and hung them on the corridor's clothesline.

Then, he wiped out all the steamed buns and soy milk bought from the breakfast stall.

With a large amount of food in his stomach, Fang Cheng burped with satisfaction.

"Awesome!"

He felt that the most suitable thing to do right now was to go to the club for a sparring lesson and beat up his employer a bit.

To aid digestion and strengthen the stomach.

However, he had just canceled his sick leave yesterday, and today was Friday's rotation leave, so no classes were arranged temporarily.

Moreover, he had more important things to do.

After cleaning up the tabletop, looking at the box of shaomai personally made by Zhou Xiumei, Fang Cheng revealed a trace of a smile.

He then hid the lunch box in his messenger bag.

Then he also put a can of health-preserving Guiyuan tea bought from Master Lin, which was actually wolfberry tea, into the bag.

Getting everything ready, he intended to go out.

Today's main task was to go to the library to study.

He had encountered too many things recently, and his bodily changes were also huge.

Fang Cheng must thoroughly understand knowledge regarding human physiological structures.