The Martial Arts Students had no complaints about the ingredients handed out to them. Their only complaint was that after being steamed in the cafeteria, everything was tossed straight into a blender cup, utterly devoid of flavor.
Deng Hao wore a miserable expression as he looked at the blender cup in his hand, filled with over three liters of mush.
"Ugh."
He sighed, lifting the huge cup and putting it down, then putting it down and lifting it again, before looking at Jia Dong, who had already started drinking with gritted teeth.
"Tell me, life is already bitter enough every day, and then we have to eat this at noon. Training martial arts is so hard. If it's like this every day, I feel like my whole life is over."
Jia Dong did not answer him. Instead, Yao Leden, who had just finished blending, came over holding a cup of mush. Hearing this, she said:
"Be content. What's there to complain about? Never mind the effects—carbs, protein, dietary fiber, healthy fats. What more do you want, a bicycle? You've only been drinking it for a few days, and you can't take this or that. I've been drinking it for over a year."
She shook the cup in her hand, her face completely expressionless. It was not just that she had gotten used to it; there was also a faint air of death about her.
Never mind doing this for a year—after two months of this, anyone would want to die.
Fortunately, it was only lunch. They could still eat what they liked in the morning and evening.
"It won't be like this in university too, will it?" Deng Hao asked.
"That depends on what university you get into."
Yao Leden thought for a moment and said, "At the local Martial