The next day, early in the morning, Gan Guoyang got up at his usual time just after 5 AM. Unfazed by any storm, he put on his sneakers, washed up, and went out for a run.
The neighborhood where Charles Barkley lived was quite nice; the guy used to be terrified of poverty, so he indulged himself as much as he could now that he had money.
After running for more than an hour and returning home, Gan Guoyang found that Barkley had already gotten up, but he was squatting in the bathroom and not coming out.
"Charles, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing... Probably... Ate too much last night..."
Last night, Gan Guoyang made burgers for Barkley, adding a bit of his stir-fry cooking skills while frying the patties. Barkley found them so delicious that he wolfed down 37 in one go.
From being clumsy at first, Gan Guoyang got very proficient at it, and then extremely irritated, thinking that if this kept up, he might as well open his own burger joint.
