Accept What Comes

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Chapter 2: Accept What Comes

"But it doesn't seem too bad. This chubby face shape isn't ugly. It's just that being fat ruins everything. If I lost weight, I'd probably look good. It's a good thing the facial features are relatively well-proportioned. If they were all crooked, then I'd really be hopeless."

In fact, Su Ming didn't know that it was precisely because this body weighed over 180 jin that it saved him. If it weren't so heavy, causing the ceiling of the storage room to collapse, he would have already become a hanged ghost.

After a long while, Su Ming walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He let out a soft sigh. Although his head still hurt a little, it was much better than before.

During the time he was unconscious, Su Ming had digested a lot of memories. While some were still unassimilated, they were no longer a major issue.

Thinking of this, Su Ming raised his head and scanned the furnishings in the room. The entire room was very nicely decorated, filled with all sorts of exquisite models and figurines.

Su Ming stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to the shelf. Displayed there were many figurines of beautiful female commanders in uniform, looking heroic and spirited.

Of course, there were also cool mechs and spaceship models.

The most eye-catching was a stunning, albeit a model, black star destroyer. It looked lifelike, exuding a dark luster all over, with clearly visible cannons and launch ports, making it incredibly cool.

This star destroyer was the Old Federation's strongest warship – the Grey Angel.

Su Ming touched his forehead and walked back to sit on the edge of the bed, a look of helplessness on his face. This body's lifelong dream since childhood was to join the army, pilot a mech, and meet an elegant and beautiful ship captain.

Alas, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Although he studied very hard since childhood, his talent was simply too poor, and his grades were only average.

Creeeak~

At this moment, the door opened, and a maid in a black uniform, with a few freckles on her face, opened the door.

Seeing Su Ming sitting on the edge of the bed, she said excitedly.

"Young Master, you're awake?"

Su Ming heard the maid's words, then turned his head towards the door and immediately recognized who it was.

This was Chen Hui, their family's maid, so he slowly nodded in response.

Seeing Su Ming respond, Chen Hui immediately rushed downstairs.

In the spacious and bright dining room, Zhao Ning had meticulously prepared a table full of sumptuous food, including fragrant roast chicken, greasy braised pork, and pork knuckles.

"Madam, Madam."

Chen Hui called out anxiously.

"What is it?"

Zhao Ning turned her head and asked Chen Hui, who was rushing downstairs.

"The Young Master is awake."

Chen Hui quickly reported to Zhao Ning.

"Awake? That's wonderful! I just made his favorite dishes. Hurry and take them to him."

Zhao Ning happily instructed.

"Okay."

Chen Hui immediately replied.

Just then, Su Ming walked down the spiral staircase and said to his delighted mother.

"No need, I'm down."

"My precious son, are you feeling better? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zhao Ning rushed forward, overjoyed.

"Much better."

Su Ming nodded slightly in reply.

Hearing this, Zhao Ning immediately pulled Su Ming to sit at the dining table and said with great concern.

"My dear son, you haven't eaten properly all day. You must be starving. These are all your favorites, eat more."

Su Ming's heart also felt warm upon hearing Zhao Ning's words. He could feel that she truly doted on her son.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at his new mother.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a form-fitting red dress, with fair skin and delicate features. There was a small beauty mark by her lips, and her demeanor exuded elegance.

"What is it?"

Zhao Ning asked curiously, seeing Su Ming staring at her.

"Nothing."

Su Ming shook his head, then shifted his gaze to the dining table.

He looked at the lavish spread of food with a slightly unnatural expression. It was all meat. This body was already fat enough; he definitely couldn't keep eating like this.

Seeing Su Ming sitting there motionless, staring at the table full of food without any reaction, Zhao Ning asked doubtfully.

"Son, these don't suit your appetite?"

"Uh, not really. Do you have any vegetables? I'd like something lighter."

Su Ming explained as much as he could, trying to make his words sound convincing.

Hearing Su Ming's words, Zhao Ning and Chen Hui were both stunned, unsure how to respond.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing their awkward expressions, Su Ming asked nervously.

"No problem, son. Whatever you want to eat, Mom will definitely satisfy you. I'll have someone book it at Mailons right away! I guarantee you'll have vegetables tomorrow morning?"

Zhao Ning immediately promised Su Ming.

"Book it? There's no need for that. Just buy some from the market. Ordinary vegetables are fine, no need to buy anything special."

Su Ming replied, taken aback.

"Son, have you forgotten? Vegetables are hard to come by; you need to book them."

Zhao Ning explained to Su Ming with concern.

Chen Hui, standing by, quickly comforted Zhao Ning.

"Madam, the young master never liked eating vegetables before, so it's normal he doesn't remember much about them."

Hearing their words, Su Ming suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have eaten many vegetables in his memories.

Of course, part of it was that he didn't like them, but also because they were a luxury.

Vegetables in this world seemed extraordinarily expensive, no different from luxury goods. Meat, on the other hand, was relatively cheap because it was all artificially farmed, with the feed used for raising the animals being processed from monster fat.

Seeing Su Ming silent for a long time, Zhao Ning thought he was unhappy and quickly coaxed him.

"Good son, just make do with this today. I'll make you vegetables tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll have some."

Su Ming then picked up a piece of meat and tasted it. It was indeed delicious, tender and flavorful, and didn't get stuck in his teeth.

So, he picked up a second piece, then a third.

Zhao Ning sat by, watching Su Ming eat with doting eyes.

However, when Su Ming was about to put the eighth piece of meat into his mouth, he suddenly stopped, staring at the meat on his chopsticks, thinking to himself.

What's going on? I've eaten so much already. I can't eat any more.

Su Ming's reason told him he couldn't continue eating.

But his 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, moving the meat away from his mouth. Yet, his body's instinct urged him to bring it back.

Thus, Su Ming held the meat, moving it back and forth near his mouth several times. In the end, however, he resolutely put the meat back down and stood up.

"Son, you're not eating anymore? Is it not to your taste? How about some dessert?"

Zhao Ning asked caringly.