Chapter 290 - 280 Where did it go wrong
Lu Yun suddenly realized that she was being scorned for walking too slowly and missing the meal. She couldn’t help but chuckle, "Then let’s hurry up."
As she picked up the pace, she felt an urge to laugh and asked Wen Shan, "Aren’t you also just arrived today? How do you know about this so well?"
"People who practice martial arts always have big appetites, and it’s probably the same for the guards here. If you’re even a little slow when eating, you’re likely not to get enough. So during meal times, if you don’t scramble, you go hungry," Wen Shan shared her lesson.
Even Su Qiaoling, who usually didn’t show much expression, couldn’t help but laugh after hearing this.
Lu Yun suddenly became intrigued and stopped admiring the scenery, recalling that Shitou once complained about being too absorbed in his research at the institute and missing meal times, ending up with nothing to eat in the cafeteria. She remembered he didn’t wait for himself to make plain noodles to eat.
She chuckled, also finding it odd, "If there’s not enough food, why not just make more?"
"You’ll understand once you see it. For those with high metabolisms, their stomachs are like bottomless pits that never think there’s too much food, no matter how much they put down. Where we’re from, most people can finish a large bowl of rice in less than a minute, and they can eat three or four bowls in one meal. If we’re having steamed buns or dumplings, each person at least needs a dozen or so. Not only can they eat a lot, but they’re also fast," Wen Shan explained with a heavy laugh in her eyes, "And despite eating like that every day, everyone still remains skinny as a rail, and it’s a mystery where all the food goes."
Lu Yun was astounded at the thought of that scene. Of course, she believed Wen Shan wouldn’t lie to her, "Do the women eat that much as well?"
"Pretty much the same," Wen Shan nodded.
"Makes sense, based on your training intensity, it’s normal to eat more. Definitely not the same as us regular girls. But Shitou did tell me about something once. It was during his military training at the start of university, when one of his classmates threw a half-eaten bun straight into the swill bucket.