Honk, honk, honk! She really had meant well. Why did these people read so much into it?
Huahua: [But Old Chen really was lucky. Although he ate less back then, he couldn't stand that pretty boy stealing his wife and resolved to become more handsome than him. So he guzzled congee, never touched a single big steamed bun or flatbread, and even gave up his favorite pork belly. He lost twenty jin in a month!]
Jiang Shuyue: [That's some willpower. If I had to live on congee, I wouldn't last two days.]
Huahua: [I'm not saying drinking congee was impressive. Drinking half a pot was impressive! One bowl for him was half a pot for us-mung bean and millet, red bean and Job's tears. Steward Chen firmly believed that as long as he ate just one kind of food, he would slim down eventually!]
Jiang Shuyue burst out laughing, while Steward Chen dared not turn around.
He was terrified of giving himself away and letting her discover that other people could hear her thoughts.
Jiang Shuyue laughed like a honking goose: [Honk, honk, honk! With a weight-loss method like that, he really is a fucking genius!]
Huahua sighed too: [I don't know whether to call it good luck or a strong constitution. He swallowed two pots of congee, three jin of lean meat, and half a jin of vegetables a day, yet somehow still lost weight. He's even in fairly good health now. Anyone else would've developed problems long ago, wouldn't they?]
Jiang Shuyue muttered under her breath, "Did the mineral stone turn him into an alien? If an ordinary person ate like that, even if they didn't become a little sugar man, wouldn't their stomach burst?"
Quite a few servants looked at him curiously.
Among them were young maids