Thanks to LOU, the leader.
Three hours later, dinner ended.
"Really healthy, it's rare to eat so heartily."
After finishing the steak and salad, Luo Lao put down the knife and fork. Habitually, he reached for his protein powder thermos, but saw a freshly blended juice placed beside him.
It was as if it had been precisely measured for his weight and consumption — calories, sugars, fiber, and even fruit pulp proportion, everything was flawless.
As for the taste... it fully catered to his tough-guy palate, with no additives!
He raised his eyebrows, picked up the glass, and drank it all in one go, enjoying it: "So exquisite, Mr. Fang, makes me want to do a few sets of anaerobic exercises to relax."
"I'll prepare a supper later; there's a specific area in the basement at your disposal," Uncle Fang smiled slightly, exchanged the plates, offered tea, and turned into the kitchen.
"Miscalculated."
