Agent #013 sighs. He stares at piles of bowls in front of him. Twenty bowls of rice. Fifty chicken skewers. One roasted duck. Braised fish. Few other side dishes.
He rubs his bulging body. He looks like a pregnant woman. Eight or nine months. Almost time to deliver the baby.
What am I doing here?
The agent couldn't help to curse the despicable author. This body belongs to a delicate shou. Number one beauty in cultivation world.
Until he got dumped. His ex-fiancee married a woman.
The heartbroken shou started stress eating.
Anyone who gained tremendous weight should have stopped eating.
This idiot shou kept on eating until his delicate frail body became a round sack of meat.
The Number one beauty becomes a mocking figure.
He could still be number one from behind. Doubt he could find anyone fatter than him among cultivators.
Agent #013 sighs again. He feels heavy. Because he is eighty kilograms heavier than his normal weight.
He has just recovered from a strange illness. His memories are a bit fuzzy.
He just reported back to duty. Now he has to act in this cannon fodder role.
The shameless gong will live a splendid life with his beautiful wife.
The shou would fail in everything he do in life. Nothing but a failure.
I won't have a loser life. One must live bravely even if it's without hope. Let's try to loose weight.
In this book world, his name is Gao Shuai. It means handsome guy. It could be think as a pun when his father named him.
Fortunately he is born with a handsome and delicate face.
He pinches his fatty cheeks. He used to be handsome. Now he is a round meatball.
The fat makes his beautiful eyes look smaller.
He keeps pinching his waist as if measuring a fat pig.
No more stress eating. Must work out.
He tries to jog and collapses on the floor.
Two male servants have to lift him up back to his feet again.
He tries to exercise a bit more. His stomach rumbles and he couldn't muster anymore strength.
At the end of the day, he ends up eating more delicious foods.
He burps and rubs his round belly.
I can't go on like this. I must loose weight.
He orders his maid, "Only ten bowls of rice for tomorrow. Three dishes."
"Young Master, are you sure? Madame will scold us if we let you suffer..."
The old woman, the true ruler of this house. His grandma.
After the harsh break up, she doted on him as usual. When he fell into stress eating, she hired a good chef to cook for him.
Like they said, endless pampering would hurt the child.
"I'm sure. If I don't loose weight I will get diabetic or cardiac heart arrest."
"What's that?"
"I will die."
"Eek! No, please don't die, Young Master. Madame will murder us all."
Gao Shuai nods his head. They said don't sit after eating. He decides to take a walk.
His cultivation is only in Qi refining level one. Far than adequate. The original grandson is too lazy to cultivate.
His future has been determined. He will marry a handsome guy from a strong clan.
"Foolish fellow. How could you trust your future to someone else?"
"You depend one a gold mountain, it would run out sooner or later. Depend on someone else, he or she would flee or die in the end. Depend on yourself is the correct answer."
He is contemplating while walking. He doesn't realize his body is sucking pure Qi during his walk.
Their family is small in members. He is the only grandson. They have been doing business with other cultivator families.
In short, it is a small filthy rich clan.
Gao Shuai is gasping for breath. He only walks a lap in his own courtyard.
"I'm going to die young..."
His mouth is gaping like a huge fish out of water.
His feet lost their strength and he collapses. His world goes dark.
It takes five guards with level five Qi refining to lift him up back to his bed.
Gao Shuai remains unconscious for a whole day. His tummy rumbles like a roaring dragon when he finally wakes up.
No, it's fragrant fried chicken offered under his nose. That is the culprit. His medicine.
His grandma offers the whole plate to him.
Gao Shuai only grabs two drumstick. He drools when he notices the pile of fried chickens on his dining table.
The numbers could easily feed ten hungry men.
Grandma orders, "Eat and get stronger."
The Chef is a talented food cultivator. He could refine foods and leaving less impurities in ingredients.
"Grandma, I'm too fat..."
"You don't have any fiance anymore. Cheer up and eat a little bit more. Just forget that ungrateful Li Ming."
The name brings severe pain to his heart. This character loves his ex too deeply.
"Grandma, don't mention him again."
"He is a blind man. You are number one beauty. How could he dump you and choose a horse face woman?"
Gao Shuai got choked. His maid immediately offers a cup of tea. He drinks it to ease his throat.
Grandma is being sarcastic about her. The one he married is number two beauty in cultivation world.
After Gao Shuai got fattened, she becomes number one beauty.
He eats three chicken wings. They are very fragrant. Better than Cola fried chicken in modern world.
He could feel Qi is swirling inside after he eats them.
His grandma is a busy woman.
She orders, "Don't waste foods. Eat them all."
"Okay."
Gao Shuai eats ten chicken wings with ten bowl of rice. There are ten bowls of rice and a mountain of chicken leftovers on table.
He orders, "Ah Xue, take them and share with other guards."
"Young Master, I don't dare..."
"This is my order. You could eat and share with other servants too."
His mansion has five guards and three servants.
"Thank you, Young Master."
To reduce weight, he can't stop eating drastically. Or he would bounce back. They call it's yo-yo effect.
He must reduce his food consumption little by little. Start by eating less meats and more veggies.
More exercise.
He checks on the book tag: Unrequited love. Tragedy. Yandere. Cultivators
He smirks. His previous books always got Danmei tag. It seems this book is in normal mode.
Stay away from ML. Reduce fat. Get healthy lifestyle.
That's his goal for now.
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