Chapter 2311 - 1920: How to Make a Fat-Burning Meal_2

Chapter 2311: Chapter 1920: How to Make a Fat-Burning Meal_2

"Your figure is well-maintained."

Upon hearing this, Lun Jing and Wu Lan fell silent.

Lun Jing looked down at her protruding belly.

Her previous waistline was sixty-eight centimeters, not particularly slim, but it was still a graceful figure for a normal person. With her tall stature, she looked stunning in a cheongsam!

Otherwise, how could she have caught the attention of that certain someone while taking care of Xiaochuan in the hospital?

Even though it didn’t end up happening, can we just say her personal charm is substantial or not?

But now?

Everyone knows that she is a prosperous and happily married woman. Romance is a thing of the past.

Don’t underestimate middle-aged men; they also favor graceful figures!

If someone else had said this, she would have thought they were jesting, but the Daoist Masters’ serious looks...

Lun Jing slowly swallowed her food and took a deep breath: "Daoist Master, before New Year this year, I was five foot seven and weighed 130 pounds."

Daoist Qingyun was somewhat unclear about the boundaries of height and weight, but for a man, five foot seven and weighing 130 pounds seems pretty slim, right?

He furrowed his brows: "And now?"

Lun Jing smiled slightly: "Now I weigh 150 pounds."

Round, prosperous, looking particularly blessed.

She can’t fit into any of her old clothes anymore.

In her current state of fullness, she doesn’t even mention her waistline.

Hiss—Daoist Qingyun and Daoist Wuwei took a sharp breath: This shouldn’t be!

The environment here is good, even the air feels different, being in such a setting long-term should slightly improve physical constitution and even accelerate metabolism.

Unless one indulges excessively like them, how could someone gain weight so quickly?

He voiced his question and even thoughtfully added: "The air around you appears to flow smoothly, and you don’t seem like someone who is struggling with illness."

This time, Lun Jing remained silent.

Ultimately, it was Lun Chuan who explained: "Daoist Master, this... Who can control themselves here!"

At Lao Song’s place, aside from eating less, there’s hardly any way to lose weight.

"My mom used to eat just one bowl per meal."

He formed a half-circle with his thumb and index finger to illustrate: "About this big."

But at Lao Song’s, while people don’t count each other’s portions, besides the pile of lobster shells in front of everyone, each person at least eats two bowls of lobster noodles, right?

And they now use big bowls for fried rice too.

Not just Lun Jing, even the young Daoist Wuwei couldn’t resist! Even with superb metabolism, it’s hard to withstand eating like this three or four times a day.

Daoist Qingyun was heartbroken from the shattered dream:

"But I clearly saw you eating a diet salad..."

This... Mentioning it, Lun Jing blushed a bit.

She initially wanted to lose weight and even earned some money from celebrity diet meals.

But the special salad dressing made by the Seventh Uncle is delicious too! Even the lettuce here is fresh and sweet, making eating them more enjoyable.

Plus, Lun Chuan also tried several sauce recipes—salty, sweet, savory, spicy—covering every taste.

When watching TV with cravings, she mixed a bowl of lettuce and braised beef, feeling both refreshing and calorie-free...

It just became a habit.

Every afternoon, she enjoys a bowl slowly, satisfying her cravings while preoccupying her stomach (little did she know her appetite grew instead).

For Lun Jing, it’s like snacking on sunflower seeds.

But snacking on sunflower seeds doesn’t make people gain that much weight!

Lun Jing swore: Once the sunflowers are cut down in autumn, she would stop eating salad like that!

They hadn’t even turned to diet salads yet, but already the Daoist Masters confronted her, leaving her feeling deeply ashamed inside.

Daoist Qingyun listened silently, expressionless.

Daoist Wuwei stared at his rice bowl, belly full, heart uneasy.

Some were troubled, some were suffering, but Vice President Lu, who managed to get into Lao Song’s dinner party, exuded pure joy.

He wasn’t good at eating spicy food, but after being overwhelmed by the spicy crayfish, he now enjoyed the mildly spicy fried rice while drinking water non-stop.

Now, his tummy was both full and bloated, leaving him regretful: It’s just spice, a bit of pain... endure it, why drink water?

Now he barely ate a bowl less than others!

As for gaining weight...

He wiped the sweat off his head and face, puzzled:

"Can you really continue living here? Once you return and eat your usual meals, you’ll naturally slim down, right?"

Why worry so much now? Isn’t this like worrying over a loan?

Well, what an eye-opener! Everyone realizes how absurd this situation is!

Just speaking of the trouble is painful!

Who would eat fruit treated with growth agents after having flat peaches?

Daoist Qingyun had already considered a thin and bone-showing retirement.

He glanced at Daoist Wuwei, whispering: "Did you buy a ticket? Maybe don’t buy one? My image isn’t good now; you could say I’m outside for spiritual cultivation for a year or more, and I’ll return when I’ve slimmed down."

The people at the Daoist Temple should understand, right?

Daoist Wuwei was cold-faced: "I’m not the one urging you. If the management from our Daoist Temple comes knocking, it has nothing to do with us little Daoists."

It’s like Journey to the West, with Immortal Zhenyuan in charge; who would care about Ming Yue and Qing Feng?

Though he wasn’t influential enough to ask Boss Song to give him a villa or something, he could help manage his master’s villa for sure.

Two acres of land!

Wouldn’t they need a young lad to mow the lawn or something?

In conclusion, Daoist Wuwei was very confident.

Daoist Qingyun’s dream of avoiding labor shattered; he stared at the remaining fried rice at the bottom of his bowl, finally breaking down—

Enough, let it be; let’s finish tonight’s meal first.

The matter of losing weight, we’ll deal with tomorrow.