Chapter 18 1/2

Next-door foodie classmate Liu caught a whiff of abalone porridge from the balcony and heard the voice of a stranger. Unable to resist gossip, Liu messaged Jiang Li, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

Liu had briefly considered pursuing Jiang Li, but a cold reception had discouraged him. They say, “To capture someone’s heart, start with their stomach,” but all attempts at feeding were rejected.

How could Jiang Li, who only drinks nutritional supplements, suddenly buy abalone to cook for Alpha? Unless this Alpha is his savior, he couldn’t imagine anyone deserving such treatment.

But a savior would invite you to a restaurant, not cook in the dorm and buy canned abalone on a whim.

It’s probably a boyfriend.

So, the top student Jiang also has a love life?

Jiang Li replied with a sigh, “No.”

Liu, looking at the quick response, contemplated the philosophical implications of unrequited love.

– “Do you have a boyfriend?”

– “No.”

– “Do you have a boyfriend?”

– “Not really.”

He didn’t name names, but Jiang Li’s response of “Not really” was too accurately focused on a certain Alpha!

The unromantic Jiang Li should have just said “No,” without an object to associate with the denial.

“It’s not now, but sooner or later,” Liu philosophically pondered.

Jiang Li finished a bowl of porridge, lifted the pot, tilted it, scooped up the remaining porridge, and pushed it in front of Cen Lang.

Cen Lang agreed to clean up, reluctantly accepting Jiang Li’s hospitality.

The second bowl felt indigestible.

Cen Lang thought about Jiang Li’s cooking process—meeting at the administrative building was coincidental, staying for dinner was impromptu, ingredients were newly bought, canned abalone just opened, and the cooking process was observed by him. Jiang Li was also eating the same food… In short, it couldn’t be poisoned.

So why did he feel a bit uneasy?

It couldn’t be from being full, right?

Huh? Maybe he ate too much.

Cen Lang usually ate until 70% full unless a mission made it inconvenient to eat for a few days, then he would drink four or five tubes of nutritional supplements before leaving.

Drinking nutritional supplements didn’t feel like anything, just like drinking water, but it was best to drink one tube at a time, exhausting physical strength before drinking another, to avoid stomach damage.

The taste doesn’t improve; it’s just to prevent soldiers from unknowingly drinking too much.

By the way, how did that nurse drink twenty tubes? Cleaning couldn’t be that strenuous. If we consider three meals a day, it’s three tubes or more per meal.

One tube at a time?

Cen Lang consulted Jiang Li, “Can you take digestive pills if you drink too much nutritional supplement?”

Jiang Li was puzzled, “Why would you drink too much?”

Cen Lang: “In the military, three tubes or more are considered excessive.”

Jiang Li: “Does anyone really drink three tubes at once, considering how bad it tastes?”

Cen Lang, seeing his genuine confusion, realized he probably hadn’t flaunted nutritional supplements like this, and said, “Sometimes, during missions, there’s no choice.”

Jiang Li: “Let me ask my classmates in the logistics food institute. If you guys often face this situation, it’s better to suggest they provide a stomach-protecting medicine.”

Cen Lang seized the opportunity, “Can you give me a piece of paper? I’ll leave a suggestion to be dropped in the mailbox of the logistics institute later.”

Jiang Li, suspicious, wondered why anyone still used physical letters in this day and age.

He opened his notebook and wait… he seemed to have left a piece of paper to remind Cen Lang in the dungeon.

Did Cen Lang want to see his handwriting and the paper?

Jiang Li closed the notebook, suddenly enlightened, “I seem to have an unused envelope.”

Cen Lang: “Any piece of paper will do.”

“Using an envelope is more formal.” Jiang Li squatted down, took out one professional book after another from the pocket of his desk, and found a thick book on “Genetics.”

Ha Qiu… Jiang Li sneezed, taking out a white envelope with a faint floral pattern.

Cen Lang: “…”

In fact, this was when Li Ruiyun and Jiang Li attended genetics class together. Li Ruiyun didn’t bring a book but remembered writing a love letter to his girlfriend in class. When he took it out, the professor’s stern gaze swept over, and Li Ruiyun quickly hid behind Jiang Li’s book.