Chen Lin opened one eye and smiled lazily. "You're only seeing the perks, not the pain! I worked my ass off in Wucheng for a whole week. What's wrong with taking a break now that I'm back?"
Amused by his shameless self-righteousness, Su Mei stopped teasing him and got straight to the point. "Seriously, what weight-loss medicine did you give Zhao Jie? He got up this morning and went practically crazy with excitement. He lost a full ten pounds overnight! That's incredible! He'd been stuck at two hundred and twenty pounds for years!"
Chen Lin chuckled and put on a mysterious air. "It's a secret! An ancestral recipe. I only found it among some old belongings a few days ago!"
"Yeah, right." Su Mei rolled her eyes at him, speechless. I've never done anything to you, so why are you treating me like an idiot?
Still, she didn't press him. Smart people knew better than to pry.
A trace of embarrassment crossed her face, and she asked hesitantly, "Um... do you have any more of that weight-loss medicine?"
She rubbed her flat stomach and said with some frustration, "I've been eating staff meals here every day lately, and the food's so good that my appetite has grown. Once I get home, I can't help eating a late-night snack every night. In less than a week, I've gained three or four pounds. Could you... sell me a bottle?"
Chen Lin thought for a moment. There were still more than a dozen Body-Sculpting Pills in his Storage Ring. Aside from setting a few aside for Song Qiuya to have their ingredients analyzed, he also needed to save some for his second uncle, his second aunt, and Xiaoyue. There were indeed a few to spare.
"All right! I'll give it to you tomorrow!"