Lost

Jiang Cheng didn't stop them. He knew that without using the Door, the Fatty had the size advantage and wouldn't be at a disadvantage. Sure enough, Huai Yi chased him for ages but still couldn't catch him.

The Fatty looked rather slow, but he was surprisingly nimble.

After they'd had enough, the two of them sat together on the sofa again. The Fatty prattled on about how the toothpaste Huai Yi had bought last time was no good, and how his tooth had been hurting for days, so he'd been eating less. Huai Yi called him out, saying, "Oh, shut up. I saw you sneaking onto the bathroom scale while I was asleep yesterday. You're seven pounds heavier than before."

Seven pounds in six days!

The Fatty immediately leaped up in protest. "You're making that up! I didn't even get up to use the bathroom at 12:40 this morning!" He added that Huai Yi must have seen a ghost.

Near noon, the Fatty cooked everyone a bowl of instant noodles—the new Old Tan pickled cabbage flavor. Jiang Cheng was busy looking things up on the computer and didn't get a chance to eat.

The Fatty fretted that the noodles would go soggy if they didn't eat them soon. Huai Yi had just finished his own bowl, so he hurriedly took Jiang Cheng's and set it in front of himself, grinning. "I can help. I love this flavor. It's the best."

"Go ahead and eat." Jiang Cheng didn't even glance at the two gluttons. After Huai Yi had drunk all the broth and settled comfortably on the sofa beside the Fatty, Jiang Cheng finally said, "I'll fry myself a steak in a bit."

Jiang Cheng stared at the computer screen, browsing the latest news.

At first glance, nothing seemed wrong. But