At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuan, rosy-cheeked and a bit awkward in her gait, served a bowl of noodles topped with strips of meat and egg to Li Ming, who was stretching his leg. Seeing that dinner was ready, Li Ming took his leg off the windowsill, washed his hands, and began to eat.
Zhang Yuan served another bowl of noodles. They sat together, each with a bowl in front of them, and started eating.
Zhang Yuan rested her leg on Li Ming's lap, admiring how his body looked so normal after dressing up, filled with admiration.
She profoundly experienced the tremendous strength Li Ming gained after becoming stronger.
"Will we continue punch training tomorrow?"
Zhang Yuan spooned a yolk from the bowl into Li Ming's mouth and quietly asked.
"No more punches. Tomorrow, we practice something else."
Li Ming took the yolk, chewed a few times and swallowed it, then took a large bite of noodles and quietly responded.
"What are you training, do you need my help?"
