Looking at the manual in his hand, Fang Chen's eyes gradually brightened!
"Let's see if we can cultivate it!"
Upon realizing this, Fang Chen immediately began practicing according to the methods described in Hard Qigong.
He was very worried that this time it would be like the breath-holding exercise, where he would be unable to gather his breath.
"breathe......"
Following the instructions of the exercise, Fang Chen repeatedly practiced the meditation to promote digestion.
Time passes.
Before we knew it, the sky was already turning a pale white.
"Gurgle~~"
A muffled thud reached Fang Chen's ears.
Why am I so hungry?
Fang Chen pressed his stomach; at that moment, he felt very hungry.
I've never felt this hungry before!
what to do?
The nanny was a local resident and hadn't started work yet, so Fang Chen had to run to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and find fruit, ham, and other edible items inside.
Without thinking twice, Fang Chen took it out and stuffed it into his mouth.
After devouring five apples, three pears, and a bag of ham in a few bites, Fang Chen felt a little better in his stomach.
"I still feel hungry. Could it be that my hard qigong training is working?"
Fang Chen pressed his flat stomach and pondered.
But if it really works, why don't I see any effect and only feel hungry?
"Yurikin, get up, let's go out and find something to eat." Fang Chen felt increasingly hungry, as if the ham and fruit he had just eaten were completely inedible, with nothing in his stomach at all.
"Yes, Commander!"
Yurikin agreed, and at that moment, Yuriyin and Yuritie, who were sleeping next to him, also got up.
Fang Chen was about to call out to Li Wang, but seeing how soundly he was sleeping, he decided not to wake him.
The Ford sped along the main road and soon spotted a breakfast shop at the port.
At this point, Fang Chen was hungry, so he didn't care about the quality of the food.
Let's fill our stomachs first.
"Boss, give me 5 bowls of hot dry noodles! 5 bowls of fried sauce noodles! 10 fried eggs!" Fang Chen's voice rang out before he and Yurijin and the other two even entered Yang's Delicious Breakfast Shop.
"Okay!"
The owner was a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a friendly face. He quickly turned on the gas and went to cook the noodles.
The woman next to him took a rag and wiped the table in front of Fang Chen clean.
The shop is small, but very clean.
On the freezer in the middle was a black and white television set, which was showing the Hong Kong gambling king competition, in which a man named Ah Ku won first place.
"Master, would you like one breakfast first, and then more if it's not enough?" the hostess asked Yurikin while wiping the table.
Seeing that Yurikin ignored her, the hostess turned her gaze to Fang Chen.
Keep the change, please.
Fang Chen reluctantly took out a hundred-dollar Hong Kong dollar bill and placed it in front of the hostess. He saw a certain meaning in her eyes.
That is, the woman suspected that she had dined and dashed.
"Thank you, sir! I'll make sure you're full!" The woman took the money and said with a smile to the noodle maker. "Old Yang, hurry up and get the food ready, the customers are waiting!"
"I made a profit today!"
At this moment, the hostess was in a very good mood. She had thought he was a freeloader, but she didn't expect him to be a wealthy person who would give her 100 yuan for breakfast and not even ask for change.
'Here I am!'
Old Yang brought out four bowls of noodles in a flurry of activity.
Yurikin and the others sat there, not eating the noodles, but instead pushing them all in front of Fang Chen.
Fang Chen didn't stand on ceremony and started eating the noodles right away.
Slurp! ~~~
Fang Chen ate a bowl of noodles in less than two minutes, and his stomach was still rumbling.
He immediately picked up the second bowl and continued eating.
The third bowl...
The fourth bowl...