At noon, Zhang Anmin once again felt full of energy after eating the remaining steamed buns and leftover dishes from home, as well as drinking the milk, which he bought with his pocket money.
He drank a cup of coffee he made for himself. He added four cups of milk, poured them in a thermos pot and secretly added two red dates to drink while walking downstairs.
Zhang Anmin did not want to be a doctor who persuaded people to live a healthy life every day, yet stayed up late himself. Neither did he want to be a doctor who scoffed at a patient being fat but could not control his own weight.
He still had a twenty-seven years mortgage to pay for his house in his hometown, so he had to exercise well.
"Honk.
"Honk, honk."
The big white goose's cry traveled from the fountain.
The corner of Zhang Anmin's mouth curled up and showed a smile. As he turned his foot around, he walked toward the direction of the fountain.
