Na'er Seemed Even More Clingy!

Na'er shot Luo Ze an angry glare, then left the room without looking back.

"Wait for me, Na'er! What did I say wrong? Don't be mad!" Luo Ze hurried after her.

After completing the discharge procedures, Na'er walked out of the hospital, basked in the sunlight, and lazily stretched.

"Mmm! The air outside is still the best!" Na'er could not help sighing.

"Of course. How could the smell of hospital disinfectant compare to the fresh air outside?" Luo Ze replied.

"Hmph, I haven't forgiven you yet. Don't come talking to me!" Na'er turned around angrily.

"Then what a shame. I just used a Soul Tool to order a full tuna feast. It would be a waste not to eat it." Luo Ze smiled.

Upon hearing the words "full tuna feast," Na'er could not help swallowing. That was one of the finest delicacies from the deep sea.

Not only did it have top-tier sashimi texture, but even the soup made from it was said to be worth a fortune. A single bowl could sell for hundreds of thousands of Federal currency!

"Ahem. For the sake of the full tuna feast, I'll reluctantly forgive you. But you have to carry me there!" Na'er's face reddened slightly, though she still spoke haughtily.

"Sure thing. Princess, your carriage awaits!" Luo Ze crouched down happily.

Na'er did not stand on ceremony and climbed straight onto Luo Ze's back. His warm, comfortable back calmed her heart, yet made her increasingly reluctant to let go. Unconsciously, she clenched her fists.

"Brother," Na'er called softly.

"Mm, what's wrong?" Luo Ze responded.

"Nothing. If it isn't enough, can I order some more dishes?"

"Of course. Eat as much as you want. I can't guarantee anything else, but when it comes to food, Brother will absolutely make sure you're full!"

Na'er gave an "Mm," tears already misting her eyes. To keep Luo Ze from seeing the sadness in them, she casually found an excuse and told him to focus on the road and not look back.

Though Luo Ze did not understand, he did not ask further. He could feel Na'er trembling slightly on his back, as though she were desperately holding something in.

He wanted badly to turn around and look at her, but he had already promised Na'er, so he could not break that promise.

The two soon arrived at the restaurant. This time, Luo Ze did not choose an ordinary little eatery, but went straight to an upscale hotel.

Tuna was no ordinary fish. It was not something regular small restaurants could afford. To taste its delicacy, one had to make a reservation at a high-end hotel and pay a substantial deposit.

But Luo Ze did not need to worry about any of that. His uncle, Wang Mu, was the master of the Spirit Pagoda in Aolai City, a man of distinguished status and lofty position.

Luo Ze first contacted Wang Mu and explained that he wanted to borrow his name to reserve a tuna at a high-end hotel to celebrate Na'er's successful discharge.

"Sure. If you don't have enough money, call me on the Soul Guide Communicator. I'll go pay for you," Wang Mu readily agreed.

Inside the hotel, a waiter led Luo Ze and Na'er to a private room and asked them to wait a moment. The tuna would arrive shortly.

While they waited, Na'er excitedly leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the unique seaside scenery from above.

This hotel stood outside Aolai City, built beside the beach with the best view.

Travelers visiting from elsewhere would come straight to the hotel to rest and order several specialty dishes once they had grown tired and hungry from sightseeing.

Wealthier travelers, meanwhile, would choose private rooms, leisurely savoring seaside delicacies while enjoying the distinctive coastal scenery.

Taking advantage of the spare time, Luo Ze placed the Design Blueprint on the table and tried designing some basic mecha components using the foundational knowledge he had learned over the past few days.

With a solid foundation already in place, Luo Ze discovered that designing basic mecha parts seemed far easier than he had imagined.

The feeling was like eating and drinking in one smooth motion—so easy that it felt almost abnormal.

But Luo Ze did not let his guard down. He carefully checked it once, then designed the Formation Core again on another sheet of draft paper.

Only after confirming there were no mistakes did he breathe a sigh of relief and prepare to move on to the next design.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Na'er suddenly walked over.

"I'm trying to draw a Design Blueprint. This is a Formation Core. It can be inscribed onto a mecha or Battle Armor, and some of its effects are extension and resilience," Luo Ze answered seriously, completely failing to notice the resentment in Na'er's eyes.

"Oh, designing. Then do you remember what the two of us came here to do?"

"Of course I remember. I came to eat with you! Huh?!"

Only after saying it did Luo Ze suddenly realize that he seemed to have promised Na'er earlier that he would properly keep her company.

Yet out of habit, the moment he had free time, he had wanted to study design...

Realizing his mistake, Luo Ze's mind raced as he searched for a way to make it up to her.

"Forget it. Since I'm in a good mood today, I won't be angry. But tonight, you have to take a walk with me by the sea!" Na'er sighed helplessly.

"No problem!" Luo Ze quickly agreed.

Soon, the private room door opened. The head chef bowed respectfully to the two of them, the highest level of hospitality the hotel could offer.

"Honored guests, I am Xu Jun, the head chef of this establishment. Please allow me to introduce the three ways our hotel prepares tuna."

"They are sashimi, grilled tuna, and tuna soup. Each preparation has a different texture. Sashimi emphasizes the freshness of the ingredients, grilling focuses more on texture, while soup places greater emphasis on nutrition."

Faced with the tempting tuna before them, how could the two children have any spare attention for explanations or analysis? They were already staring fixedly at the food, unable to look away.

"Chef Xu, sorry to interrupt you, but could we start eating first? We're starving," Luo Ze said sheepishly, rubbing his stomach. Neither of them had eaten a bite since morning, and they could no longer endure their hunger.

"Mm-hmm! Hurry and serve it! I want the grilled one!" Na'er said excitedly.

Seeing this, Xu Jun bowed apologetically, then had the waiters bring the three differently prepared tuna dishes before them.

"Let's eat!"

Na'er first cut off a huge piece of tuna and put it onto her plate, then began eating in big bites without any concern for her appearance!

The fish was tender and delicate, fragrant and juicy. Though it had been marinated, it miraculously retained its fresh flavor.

This skill absolutely surpassed over ninety percent of the chefs in Eastsea City!

"Eat slowly, Na'er. No one's going to take it from you." Luo Ze looked at Na'er fondly, thoughtfully placing piece after piece of fish onto her plate.

He himself scooped up a spoonful of pale, tender fish soup, blew on it, and brought it to his mouth.

Both its appearance and flavor could be called fresh and delicious, the kind that left anyone who tasted it longing for more.

Although it tasted good, Luo Ze found it somewhat strange.

Of course, the strangeness did not lie in the fish soup, but in himself.

The instant he swallowed the fish soup, Luo Ze felt as though a force within his body was crashing against him, striking at his organs.