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Old Factory Street, A Yang Bathhouse.

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

After exercising and taking a shower, he felt comfortable all over.

His pores seemed to be breathing deeply, bringing a very pleasant mood.

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

Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, quite admiring himself.

He was indeed a handsome young man.

It's just…

He looked more energetic, but why did his hair seem to be thinning again?

“With my current physique and vigorous metabolism, shouldn’t it grow more than it falls out?”

Fang Cheng was lost in thought, then shook the idea away.

Then he picked up the bag containing his change of clothes and walked outside.

At the entrance of the bathhouse, several middle-aged women were chatting as usual.

Only today, their voices seemed particularly low.

They whispered to each other, looking surprised and alarmed, like underground party members making contact.

They didn't even notice anyone walking past.

Fang Cheng quietly passed by them, avoiding being subjected to another “stare-off”.

After leaving the bathhouse, he went to his favorite steamed bun shop to buy breakfast.

He even bought a double portion, twenty large beef-filled buns and four bags of soy milk.

This amount of food stunned the owner.

Fang Cheng excused himself by saying he was buying it for his colleagues.

Since increasing both Strength and Agility to 20 points during his morning exercise, his stomach had been rumbling, gastric acid churning, and saliva constantly secreting.

He felt as if he had forgotten to eat for several days, and suddenly woke up one day, becoming extremely hungry and thirsty.

After running home, he simply took out the remaining pork leg from the refrigerator, some to boil, some to stir-fry.

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

He ate everything he could eat, his belly was already full, but he still felt unsatisfied.

It seemed that the digestive abilities of various organs in his body were operating at full capacity in a short period of time, in urgent need of a constant supply of nutrients.

Fortunately, he had mastered the skill of “Gourmet”.

It could speed up food digestion and promote nutrient absorption.

Therefore, he completed an efficient exercise of his gastrointestinal function, increasing his experience points by a full 30 points.

Fang Cheng now recalled.

When his physique attribute broke through 20 points before, he had never been this exaggeratedly hungry.

“It seems… it’s best not to break through two attributes at the same time in the future, it consumes too much of the body.”

Attribute points and potential activation were the same.

According to Fang Cheng's understanding, it was not creating something from nothing, but mainly derived from some kind of life energy hidden inside his body.

If borrowing Master Lin's words, it was 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 get sick.

Therefore, Master Lin always advised every customer who came to see a doctor to pay attention to dietary supplements.

These neighbors were a little dazed when they first saw him, and if he hadn't taken the initiative to greet them, they almost wouldn't have recognized him.

Fang Cheng smiled and walked lightly.

He actually liked his current living environment quite a bit.

When he was a child, because his identity as a “murderer's family member” was exposed, he was often criticized and subjected to various forms of cold violence.

His mother took him to move constantly, living in no fixed place, and he had always lacked this sense of peace and stability.

The population in the Old Factory Street area was complex, and no one cared so much about your original identity.

Climbing up to the 9th floor and entering the slightly dim corridor passage.

Fang Cheng was just about to take out his key and open the iron door of his home.

A gentle calling voice suddenly came.

“Brother Cheng, wait a moment!”

Looking back, it was Zhou Xiumei who opened her own iron gate and ran out in small steps.

She was holding a thermal lunch box in her hand, holding a pair of chopsticks, and presenting it in front of him as if offering a treasure.

There were six small and exquisite shumai in the lunch box, with a crystal-clear skin so thin that even the meat filling could be seen.

“Did you make this?”

Fang Cheng looked at Zhou Xiumei with surprise.

From childhood to adulthood, he didn't know that this girl actually knew how to cook, and the dishes she made looked so good.

“I just learned it.”

Zhou Xiumei nodded a little shyly.

Then she used chopsticks to pick up a shumai and handed it to his mouth:

“Brother Cheng, try my craftsmanship.”

Unable to refuse her kindness, Fang Cheng reluctantly bit into the shumai and took a bite.

“Is it delicious?”

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

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Fang Cheng chewed slowly and then gave a serious evaluation: “Not bad, it has half of my skill.”

“Ah?”

Zhou Xiumei's small mouth immediately opened into an O shape when she heard the words.

“What are you doing with that expression?”

Fang Cheng was slightly speechless:

“I have expert-level cooking skills, you are very good to be able to reach this level at a young age.”

“Oh.”

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

After Fang Cheng swallowed the entire shumai, he turned to ask her:

“What day is it today, why did you think of making snacks?”

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

“My dad told me that the security has not been good recently, and told me not to go to the night market to set up a stall at night.”

“So, I thought about practicing my cooking skills, and in the future, I can set up a breakfast stall on Old Factory Street, and I can earn more living expenses.”

“So, you are using me as a guinea pig in the laboratory?”

Fang Cheng heard the words and immediately made a look of sudden realization.

Zhou Xiumei gently bit her shell teeth, revealing a shy smile.

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 murders have occurred in our nearby blocks this month.”

“Don’t worry, my working hours are relatively free now, and I rarely work the night shift anymore.”

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

“Then I won’t disturb your work.”

Zhou Xiumei said quickly, and hesitated to glance at the lunch box in her hand: “This…”

Fang Cheng smiled and took it from her hand:

“Such delicious shumai can’t be bought outside with a lantern, of course I have to take it for lunch.”

Hearing these words, Zhou Xiumei's bright eyes instantly lit up, revealing a sincere smile.

Back home.

Fang Cheng first washed the clothes and pants he had taken off, and hung them on the clothesline in the corridor.

Then, he finished all the buns and soy milk he bought from the breakfast stall.

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

“Awesome!”

He felt that the best thing to do now was to go to the club for a sparring class and beat up the employer.

Digest the food and strengthen the stomach.

However, he had just taken sick leave yesterday, and today was also a Friday rest day, so there were no courses arranged for the time being.

Moreover, he had more important things to do.

After tidying up the desk, looking at the box of shumai made by Zhou Xiumei himself, Fang Cheng showed a smile.

Then he hid the lunch box in his shoulder bag.

Then he put a can of health-preserving Guiyuan tea, which was actually wolfberry tea, that he bought from Master Lin into his bag as well.

After preparing everything, he planned to go out.

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

He had encountered too many things recently, and his body had also changed a lot.

Fang Cheng had to learn more about the knowledge of human physiological structure.