Nan Wants to Change Careers

"Such an appetite? Could she be the reincarnation of some legendary starving ghost?" the maid thought. But she still went to the kitchen.

When the kitchen chefs heard there was more, they had nothing to say. Just one word: Cook!

Zhou Yang looked at the food left for Nan and made a rough estimate. He figured she had probably had enough, so he no longer needed to restrain himself.

The table? What was a table? Was it important? Zhou Yang walked straight to the doorway and started doing push-ups, moving around a little to digest his food while waiting for dish after dish to be prepared.

When the maid brought out the dishes, Zhou Yang took them directly from her hands, drew in a breath, and blew hard on them before pouring them straight into his mouth.

Only then did the maid notice that, despite eating so much, Zhou Yang's stomach had not grown at all. She no longer cared why he could eat so much. What she wanted to know was how much he had to eat before his stomach would finally bulge.

After roughly three rounds, Zhou Yang's belly finally swelled up. He stopped eating, since a bloated stomach would affect his training.

"Nan, time to eat!"

"Okay!"

When Nan came to the table and saw the plates piled before Zhou Yang, her eyelid twitched twice.

I thought I had already overestimated him. I never expected he'd been holding himself back the whole time. With an appetite like this, how much money will we have to spend in the future?!! Nan seemed to envision a future where money flowed away like water.

"Nan, why are you looking at me? Eat! Look, I saved this for you."

Zhou Yang pushed a large bowl toward her as though presenting a treasure. Seeing the dazzling variety of food inside, Nan began eating slowly and gracefully, carrying herself with the air of an elder sister. After all, she had been eating here for over half a month.

Looking at the half bowl left in front of her, Zhou Yang was somewhat dissatisfied. He earnestly urged, "How about eating a little more?"

"I really can't eat anymore." Indeed, Nan had eaten more today than on any previous day, since she had exercised far more than before.

Zhou Yang had his own reasons for persuading her. He remembered that the Crown Princess in the original anime had been an especially big eater, and supposedly that was why she had such a good figure. Naturally, Zhou Yang wanted his wife to be like that too!

But seeing Nan's resolute refusal, Zhou Yang did not continue trying to persuade her. It would be worse if she ate herself sick, wouldn't it?

Just as the maid was about to take away the plate of leftovers, Zhou Yang poured them straight into his mouth. As he did, he said, "Food is made from people's sweat. We can't waste it."

After eating, Nan and Zhou Yang returned to the inner courtyard. Just as Zhou Yang was about to take a post-meal walk, Nan suddenly stopped him.

"Zhou Yang, why did you eat so much today?"

"Well... hadn't I gone too long without eating?"

"Have you been suppressing your appetite this whole time?"

Just as Zhou Yang was about to deny it, Nan said directly, "I know you have. You must never have eaten your fill when you were with me before." Nan suddenly lowered her head. Zhou Yang thought she was blaming herself and was about to tell her it was not like that, when she suddenly raised her head.

"Zhou Yang, from now on, let's rent a boat and make a living catching seafood. We really can't afford food expenses like this! I calculated it carefully. Once your plan is put into action, fishermen will become very profitable. More importantly, you'll be able to eat your fill." Like a little housekeeper, Nan raised her fingers and began counting.

"Uh... actually, being a ninja pays pretty well too."

"Pays well? My ass! You already owe five hundred thousand before even becoming a ninja. Five hundred thousand! I could live my whole life on five hundred thousand."

Miss Nan, shouldn't you...? I never thought you'd be such a money grubber! But wasn't she not in charge of finances in Akatsuki? Zhou Yang was puzzled. But on second thought, he felt it was only natural. The world she had seen was limited to this much. Perhaps things would get better after she graduated from the academy.

"It's fine. We can pay it back by doing a few missions."

"A few? Didn't the teacher say you have to do fifty?"

"Uh... didn't you hear? This mission of mine is a trap with terrible value for money. A C-rank mission is practically equivalent to a B-rank one. So once I become a ninja, it'll be like I can take B-rank missions. The pay should be at least five times higher, right?"

"Wouldn't you still need to take ten?"

"I'm telling you this, but don't tell anyone else." Zhou Yang suddenly leaned closer as he spoke.

Nan did not reject this intimacy at all and simply asked, "Do you have another secret?"

"I once accidentally entered an underground bounty office."

"Oh? And then?"

"Do you know how much Hanzo's head is worth? One hundred million! A full one hundred million!"

"Gasp... you aren't thinking of..." Nan made a throat-slitting gesture.

No, I'm just using it as an example. What's with that excited expression? Zhou Yang was speechless.

"Miss Nan, I'm only making an analogy. You don't need to take it so seriously!"

Nan had no objection to that form of address. Zhou Yang did suddenly call her that sometimes, and since she really was older than him, she did not think much of it.

"You mean we can take other missions?"

"Exactly! Think about it. Hanzo is worth one hundred million. Some slightly famous chunin must be worth hundreds of thousands, right? When you calculate it like that... isn't that enough?"

"Mm, then that's settled. We'll get rich from this in the future." Nan nodded solemnly, even laying out a plan for their future line of work.

Zhou Yang immediately covered Nan's mouth. "No, no. Just think about this kind of thing privately. It isn't honorable to begin with, and most of those missions are done by wandering ninjas and rogue ninjas. Respectable people like us wouldn't stoop to doing them, understand?"

"Understood. We wouldn't stoop to doing them." Though Nan said that, her eyes darted elsewhere. Only she knew what that meant.

"Wait, what did you say? That kid Zhou Yang said I'm only worth one hundred million? Which idiot put a bounty on me? Is he crazy? That Sarutobi fellow is worth five hundred million, and I'm only worth one hundred million?"

The ANBU kneeling below thought, Sir, isn't that the wrong thing to focus on? But he did not dare say it, much less ask.

"Alright, you may leave. Don't tell me about such things in the future. It's a waste of time."

"Yes!" With that simple response, the ninja vanished.

"Sigh, I had hoped to hear some plan for governing the country from Zhou Yang, but that brat won't even talk about it when he's alone with his wife. Now... sigh, I'm afraid I'll have to bleed heavily again." Although Hanzo had designated Zhou Yang as his future successor, who knew whether Zhou Yang would tell him anything for free? He might even extort something from him. That was why Hanzo had sent people to watch them, hoping to obtain something for free. They were still young anyway and could not do anything embarrassing.

After eating a huge amount of food, Zhou Yang discovered something: the production of qi within his body had accelerated. Could food contain qi too? But since this was the first time it had happened, Zhou Yang was not entirely certain. Still, according to the saying that all things possessed qi, the idea was not wrong.