"Though it doesn't seem too bad. This chubby face isn't bad-looking, and the features are fairly decent. Still, being fat ruins everything. I'd probably look pretty good if I slimmed down. It's lucky these facial features are relatively well-proportioned. If they were crooked and lopsided, I'd really be beyond saving."
In fact, Su Ming did not know that it was precisely because this body weighed over 180 pounds that he had survived. If it had not been so heavy, causing the utility room's suspended ceiling to collapse under the strain, he would have become a hanged ghost by now.
After a long while, Su Ming walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He slowly exhaled. Although his head still hurt a little, it was much better than before.
During the time he had been unconscious, Su Ming had digested quite a bit of the memories. There were still some he had not fully processed, but they were no longer a problem.
Thinking of this, Su Ming raised his head and looked around at the furnishings in the room. The entire room was decorated beautifully, and all kinds of exquisite models and figurines were displayed throughout it.
Su Ming stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the shelves. Displayed on them were figurines of beautiful, heroic female commanders dressed in military uniforms.
Of course, there were also sleek mechas and models of starships.
The most eye-catching of all was an imposing black Star Destroyer model. Although it was only a model, it looked incredibly lifelike. Its entire body gleamed with a deep black sheen, and its gun barrels and launch ports were clearly visible. It looked extremely cool.
This Star Destroyer was none other than the Old Federation's strongest warship—the Grey Angel.
Rubbing his forehead, Su Ming returned to the edge of the bed and sat down with an exasperated look on his face. Ever since childhood, this body's dream had been to join the military, pilot a mecha, and meet an elegant and beautiful lady captain.
Unfortunately, ideals were beautiful, while reality was harsh. Although he had studied extremely hard since childhood, his talent was simply too poor, and his grades could only be considered mediocre.
Creak~
At that moment, the door opened, and a maid in a black uniform, with a few freckles on her face, opened it.
When she saw Su Ming sitting on the edge of the bed, she said excitedly,
"Young Master, you're awake?"
Hearing the maid's voice, Su Ming turned his head toward the doorway and recognized her at a glance.
She was their family's maid, Chen Hui, so he slowly nodded in response.
Seeing Su Ming respond to her, Chen Hui immediately hurried downstairs.
In the spacious, brightly lit dining room, Zhao Ning had carefully prepared a table laden with sumptuous food. There was fragrant roast chicken, as well as greasy braised chunks of meat and pork knuckles.
"Madam, Madam!"
Chen Hui called out urgently.
"What is it?"
Zhao Ning turned her head and asked when she saw Chen Hui hurrying downstairs.
"Young Master is awake."
Chen Hui quickly reported it to Zhao Ning.
"Awake? That's wonderful! I just made all his favorite foods. Hurry and take them up to him."
Zhao Ning gave the order, overjoyed.
"Yes, Madam."
Chen Hui immediately acknowledged her.
Just then, Su Ming came down the spiral staircase and said to his delighted mother,
"No need. I'm already here."
"My precious son, you're feeling better? Is anything still uncomfortable?"
Zhao Ning rushed over to him, elated.
"Much better."
Su Ming gave a slight nod.
Hearing this, Zhao Ning immediately took Su Ming to the dining table and sat him down, saying with great concern,
"Precious son, you haven't eaten properly all day. You must be starving. These are all your favorite foods, so eat more."
Hearing Zhao Ning's words, Su Ming felt warm inside. He could sense that she truly loved her son.
He could not help taking a careful look at his new mother.
She was 1.7 meters tall and wore a fitted red dress. Her skin was fair, her features soft and beautiful, and there was a tiny beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. Even her every movement revealed an air of nobility.
"What is it?"
Seeing Su Ming staring at her, Zhao Ning asked curiously.
"It's nothing."
Su Ming shook his head, then shifted his gaze to the dining table.
Looking at the sumptuous spread, Su Ming seemed somewhat uneasy. It was all meat. This body was already fat enough, so he definitely could not keep eating like this.
Seeing Su Ming sitting there motionless and showing no reaction to the food covering the table, Zhao Ning asked doubtfully,
"Son, is this not to your taste?"
"Um, I'm not really in the mood for it. Do we have any vegetables? I'd like something lighter."
Su Ming tried his best to explain, making his words sound convincing.
Zhao Ning and Chen Hui both froze when they heard this, seemingly unsure how to respond.
"Is there a problem?"
Seeing their unnatural expressions, Su Ming asked somewhat nervously.
"No problem. Whatever you want to eat, your mother will satisfy you. I'll have someone reserve some at Mailons right now! I guarantee you'll be able to eat vegetables tomorrow morning."
Zhao Ning immediately promised Su Ming.
"Reserve some? There's no need to go to so much trouble. Just buy some at the market. Ordinary vegetables are fine; there's no need to specially get anything expensive."
Su Ming replied in astonishment.
"Son, have you forgotten? Vegetables are very difficult to obtain. You can only get them by placing an order."
Zhao Ning explained sympathetically.
Chen Hui hurriedly comforted Zhao Ning from the side.
"Madam, Young Master didn't like vegetables before, so it's normal that he doesn't remember much about them."
Hearing them, Su Ming suddenly realized that he really did not seem to have eaten many vegetables in his memories.
Of course, part of the reason was that he simply did not like them. Another reason was that they were a luxury.
Vegetables in this world seemed to be extraordinarily expensive, no different from luxury goods. Meat, on the other hand, was relatively cheap because it was artificially farmed. The feed used to raise the livestock was made by extracting and processing monster fat.
Seeing Su Ming remain silent for so long, Zhao Ning assumed he was unhappy and hurriedly coaxed him.
"Good son, just make do with what you have today. I'll make you vegetables tomorrow."
"All right, then I'll eat a little."
Su Ming picked up a piece of meat and tasted it. The flavor was surprisingly good—fragrant, tender, and delicious, without getting stuck between his teeth.
He then picked up a second piece, followed by a third.
Zhao Ning sat to the side, watching Su Ming eat with an indulgent smile.
But when Su Ming put the eighth piece of meat into his mouth, he suddenly stopped. His eyes fixed on the meat held by his chopsticks, and he complained inwardly,
"What's going on? How did I eat so much? I can't eat any more."
Su Ming's rational mind warned him that he could not continue eating.
However, Su Ming's body desperately craved more. The hand holding the chopsticks instinctively wanted to bring the meat to his mouth.
Su Ming struggled to control his hand, pulling the meat away just as it was about to enter his mouth. Yet his body's instincts tried to bring it back again.
Thus, Su Ming held the meat by his mouth and moved it back and forth several times. In the end, he ruthlessly put it down and stood up.
"Son, you're not eating anymore? Is this not to your taste? How about some dessert instead?"
Zhao Ning asked with concern.
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