"Another serving of egg fried rice?"
"Young man, can you still eat more?"
"Don't make yourself sick!"
The restaurant owner poked his head out of the kitchen. Anyone running a restaurant had seen their share of big eaters, and with the promotion of [Body-Tempering Exercise], the ordinary people coming in to eat had bigger appetites by the day.
That was because practicing [Body-Tempering Exercise] required the body to burn large amounts of calories. Ordinary people had no access to high-end products like the Human Nutritional Supplement in their daily lives, so they could only get the nutrients their practice required from everyday food.
As far as the owner remembered, even workers doing physical labor could manage only two large bowls of noodles at most.
But Chen Jue?
After polishing off three bowls of noodles in an extremely short time, this guy had actually asked for fried rice, as though he were the reincarnation of a starving ghost. The owner was afraid he would eat himself sick!
Running a restaurant was not simply about making delicious food. He also had to consider his customers' food safety. If anything happened to someone eating at his restaurant, he would ultimately be the one paying compensation.
"Don't worry! I can definitely finish it. I won't waste any!" Chen Jue had probably noticed the owner's concerns. As he spoke, he lifted his short-sleeved shirt, exposing a flat, sharply defined belly without the slightest sign of bloating from overeating.
An ordinary person's stomach capacity was around 1,500 milliliters, while some competitive eaters with more expandable stomachs could hold 4,000 milliliters of food.
Those three large bowls of noodles had definitely totaled over four thousand milliliters, yet Chen Jue's belly showed no sign of swelling.
It was as though the food had gone from his mouth into