Make-Up Lesson Time

Three hours later, dinner was over.

"What a healthy meal. It's been a while since I've eaten so comfortably."

After finishing his steak and salad, Old Man Luo set down his knife and fork. Just as he habitually took out his thermos of protein powder, he noticed a cup of freshly squeezed mixed juice placed at his side.

It was as though someone had precisely calculated his weight and energy expenditure. The calories, sugar, fiber, even the ratio of pulp—everything was flawless.

As for the taste... it perfectly catered to his tough-guy palate, with no additives whatsoever!

His brows rose. He picked up the cup and drained it in one gulp, exhaling in satisfaction. "Exquisite, Mr. Fang. It makes me want to do a few sets of anaerobic exercise to relax."

"Then I'll prepare a late-night snack later. There's a dedicated area in the basement, so please feel free to use it." Uncle Fang smiled faintly. After replacing the dishes and serving tea, he turned and went into the kitchen.

"I miscalculated."

The old man lowered his head and rubbed his stomach. Today's intake had somehow exceeded the limit without him noticing. Truly terrifying.

As he examined the student before him and the student's student, he couldn't help shaking his head. "With someone like that around, no wonder you two have been fed fat like pigs."

He wiped his mouth, set down the napkin in his hand, and finally looked up at Huai Shi and the person beside him... Yuan Yuan.

"This little girl is the student you took in?" He glanced at Yuan Yuan's hands and frame, then nodded casually. "She looks passable. Her level is still lacking, though."

As for Lin Zhongxiaowu, he did not even spare him a glance.

Lin Zhongxiaowu did not dare feel angry. He