Fangzheng was not a retard. He usually surfed the Internet and one of the recent hot topics was precisely this 'suboptimal health'. He naturally knew that Li Fengxian was speaking nonsense, but he was feigning ignorance. He wanted to see what the woman was planning.
Fangzheng asked, "Eh? Might I ask, Patron, what part of suboptimal health do you focus in? And how should it be done?"
"Your problem is mainly because you have an excess of heat in you like animals have when they are in heat. You need to expel that heat." Li Fengxian was speaking in all seriousness, but her eyes were almost blazing with flames.
Fangzheng was taken aback. In heat? What the heck?
Li Fengxian immediately acted like a clairvoyant and esteemed worldly expert as she said, "Little Monk, let me ask you, do you have a tent pitched every morning with the pole seemingly being able to hold up the skies?
Fangzheng blushed and nodded slightly.
