stjorthotic Chapter 95: Did he also gain a huge amount of weight?
Chapter 95: Did he also gain a huge amount of weight?
Chapter 95: Did he also gain a huge amount of weight?
[Sorry for the break due to illness!]
is the day.
The lunch was still highly praised, far surpassing the Three Kingdoms Kill game.
As night fell and the lights in the canteen flickered in the autumn breeze, Wang Sheng pushed open the back door of window number 07, intending to go and check on things.
The air was filled with the aroma of spicy rabbit heads, mixed with the rich and savory flavor of pig's trotter soup.
Chen Mo and Lin Xiaowen were busy as bees.
"Mozi, turn the spiciness of the rabbit head a little lower. The chili peppers are a bit too strong today, and it's easy to get a sore throat."
Wang Sheng approached, glanced at the boiling red oil in the pot, and couldn't help but remind him.
He bent down and tasted the soup, his brow furrowing slightly. "Hmm, the Sichuan peppercorns are just right, but you could add a couple more slices of ginger to remove the fishy smell more thoroughly. Xiaowen, don't stir the syrup in the ice jelly too evenly; leave some layers so it'll be more delightful to eat."
Chen Mo nodded and wiped his sweat: "Master, I've got it. A few PE students just said that the rabbit heads were too spicy, and their throats felt like they were on fire when they went running on the track after eating them."
Lin Xiaowen chuckled, "Senior, your standards are too strict. We've already done a lot better by following your document. Our repeat customers have given us plenty of praise."
Wang Sheng smiled and didn't say much. He rolled up his sleeves and personally demonstrated several key steps to make the rabbit head flavorful and tender, and how to control the heat of the pig's trotter soup to make it full of collagen.
After working for about half an hour, the line outside the window grew longer and longer, and the shouts of students could be heard from time to time: "Boss, do you still have rabbit heads? Two, please!"
He patted them both on the shoulder: "Okay, that's all for tonight. You two stay put, I'm going to take a walk."
Thinking about how the lunch business at window number 05 is becoming more and more popular, and how busy they are from noon to afternoon every day, no matter how much food they prepare, they always sell out.
The popularity score on the system panel soared, and Dongpo pork and garlic vermicelli shrimp were snapped up as soon as they were launched.
He rubbed his lower back and walked towards the dormitory.
On the way back to the dormitory area, I passed the school's old-fashioned pharmacy.
The pharmacy was still open and brightly lit. Through the glass windows, you could see rows of neat medicine cabinets inside.
Against the wall near the entrance stands an old-fashioned weighing scale with a curved metal cover and conspicuous pointers. The white paint is somewhat faded, and a note with red lettering reads: Free Measurement.
Wang Sheng paused in his steps.
When was the last time you stepped on the scale?
It seems like it was before the physical fitness test last semester, to see if I needed to cram and run a couple more laps.
As far as I can remember, my weight has always been very "stable," just over 70 kilograms. Thanks to my youth and a fair amount of physical activity, although I haven't deliberately exercised, I've never worried about being "fat."
But recently————
He subconsciously touched his abdomen.
Before, when I lay down, I could vaguely see the shape of my ribs, but now when I press my palm against them, it seems—
Is there an extra layer of soft barrier?
Spending every day in the kitchen, the grease of Dongpo pork, the aroma of twice-cooked pork, the saliva fish, pig's trotters, and all sorts of tasting dishes—aren't they all calorie bombs?
Those athletes and dancers who were always talking about losing weight envied him for being able to eat delicious food right away, but the price of this "deliciousness" was that, by some strange twist of fate, he pushed open the door of the pharmacy.
"Oh, Mr. Wang? What a rare guest!" The pharmacist on duty recognized him; after all, window number 05 was quite famous now. "Where are you feeling unwell? Or should we stock up on some common medications for the cafeteria?"
"No, Auntie, I just want to weigh myself." Wang Sheng smiled, a little embarrassed.
"Take your measurements, it's free, feel free to take as many as you like," the auntie said enthusiastically, pointing to the scale by the door.
Wang Sheng stepped up.
The pointer first swung sharply to the right, then wobbled backward, and finally came to a shaky stop.
He looked down, his gaze falling on the scale.
81 kg.
He paused for a moment, wondering if he had misread it.
Get off the scale, then stand on it again.
The pointer wobbled, tracing almost the same path, before firmly pointing to 81kg.
Wang Sheng felt something in his head make a soft "buzzing" sound.
Last time I did a physical exam, I weighed exactly 70kg. It hasn't been that long.
All told, the window business only really took a month or two to boom. 81 minus 70 equals—eleven jin?!
Eleven pounds!
Not just one or two pounds, but a full eleven pounds of meat!
It grew onto my body quietly and steadily, without me even noticing.
He looked down and pinched his abdomen hard. What he felt was a clear, soft layer of fat, no longer firm muscle.
I lifted the hem of my shirt to take a look. Although it wasn't quite to the point of having a "swim ring," the once clear outline of my abdominal muscles had become blurred, turning into a slightly rounded flat surface.
Try it again after taking off your coat.
better than nothing.
! ! ! !
"How's it going, young man? Has the food in the cafeteria been too good lately?"
The aunt's teasing voice came over.
Wang Sheng put down the clothes and gave a somewhat stiff smile: "Yes—yes. Auntie, is this scale accurate?"
"Sure! The school hospital just came to the school last week, no problem!" the auntie laughed. "Young people, it's good to be a little chubby, it's a sign of good fortune! But if you really want to control it, don't eat too much oily food at night, and just exercise more."
"Thank you, Auntie," Wang Sheng said, and walked out of the pharmacy.
When the cool breeze blows on your face again, it no longer brings refreshment, but rather a sense of disorientation.
Eleven jin (approximately 4.5 kg).
He makes his own weight-loss meals and guides others on controlling their calorie intake. When he sees students struggling to control their appetites due to physical tests or performance requirements, he occasionally feels a sense of detachment, a feeling of "understanding but not being able to fully empathize."
Now, karma has caught up with them.
No, it's not retribution, it's stark reality—
No matter how good the cooking skills or how exquisite the taste, it cannot change the physical law that high-calorie foods will make people fat.
And he was the first to be affected.
Back in his dorm, he took a hot shower. As the water washed over his body, he was a little afraid to look closely at himself in the mirror.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a jumbled mess.
The menu for tomorrow's noon reservation includes Dongpo pork.
Premium pork belly, with its perfect balance of lean and fat, is blanched, then caramelized with sugar, and simmered in Shaoxing wine and soy sauce over low heat until the meat is tender and almost melts in your mouth. The fat is translucent and almost melts, while the lean meat absorbs the broth, becoming soft and flavorful. The result is a rich, dark sauce with a perfect balance of sweet and savory. With each bite, the sweetness of the fat and the rich aroma of the meat explode in your mouth.
He swallowed hard, then shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the images from his mind. He couldn't think about it anymore.
Starting tomorrow, no, starting with the next meal, he himself must also eat a low-fat diet.
Exquisite fourfold freshness?
Yes, that's it. Konjac noodles, minced chicken breast, soft tofu, pumpkin puree, and seasonal vegetables — low in calories, high in protein, and very filling.
The weight-loss meal plans produced by the system taste absolutely top-notch compared to others of their kind, but—
Can that compare to Dongpo pork?
For the first time, Wang Sheng felt a complex emotion, almost "hatred," towards his own craft.
The next day at noon, as usual, a long queue formed in front of window number 05.
Professor Liu and his chess friend Lao Zhang consistently rank among the top players.
"Boss Wang, I've made a reservation. One serving of Dongpo pork and one serving of steamed sea bass."
Professor Liu smiled broadly.
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