Feng Ling. "…I can't eat that much."
Nanheng indifferently glanced at her, "Just eat as much as you can. Look how skinny you are. If you can't even eat a few portions of food, how much room for improvement can you expect from your physical fitness?"
Feng Ling: "…"
But it couldn't be expected for her to change from a boy of about 50 kilograms to a fatty of 90 kilograms.
The lobby manager was surprised that Mr. Li actually took care of this brat so much that he didn't dare to talk anymore. He just turned around and instructed the waiters to welcome these big shots in.
At the same time, the lobby manager also smiled at Feng Ling: "Master Feng, in addition to steak and pork bone rice, our hotel also has other more high-end food, like air-transported seafood or …"
