Mission successful!
Even He Minhong's Leakage Rate had skyrocketed, reaching an astonishing 110%!
It hadn't shot up quickly, though.
It had climbed slowly, bit by bit.
Her Leakage Rate had started at 100%, then crept up to 101%... 102%... 105%... before finally reaching 110%.
But it soon dropped back to 105%.
It oscillated up and down several times before finally settling at a Leakage Rate of 110%.
The teary-eyed He Minhong remained in Song Chuan's arms, drifting off to sleep under his comforting embrace.
Even in her sleep, her little mouth hung open, drooling all over Song Chuan.
Song Chuan held her close, his back.
He was busy calculating the System's rewards.
Stir-Fry Secret Manual: You will master the culinary arts at a grandmaster level.
Every dish you stir-fry will be infused with the most exquisite flavor.
No one can refuse your stir-fried delicacies.
This reward made Song Chuan think of something.
Zhu Zhe suffered from anorexia.
Could the dishes he stir-fried using the Secret Manual cure her condition?
Song Chuan still believed...
Zhu Zhe's anorexia was better addressed by finding a boyfriend.
She must have been particularly eager to consume the nutritional supplements that women covet, which is why she lost interest in food.
After flipping through the Secret Manual for a while longer, the techniques were also imprinted into Song Chuan's memory.
While He Minhong, cradled in his arms, was still asleep,
Song Chuan continued to circulate his Internal Energy for a full cycle.
Unlike other rewards, the Internal Energy Manual required self-study and practice.
Otherwise, it would go to waste.
There were three main methods for cultivating Internal Energy:
First, breathing exercises, which is what Song Chuan was currently practicing.
Second, standing meditation, a technique commonly taught to Shaolin Temple disciples.
During standing meditation, one must lift the crown of the head upward while the tailbone sinks downward, maintaining a straight spine.
Simultaneously, the body should remain relaxed, breathing natural, and the fingertips should form a ball-like shape, as if holding an orb.
Standing meditation can also be combined with abdominal breathing, where the Lower Dantian gradually expands during inhalation and slowly contracts during exhalation, rotating clockwise.
The third method is seated cultivation, forming the Taiji Seal.
Sit cross-legged.
Place the hands in the Taiji Seal position in front of the Lower Dantian.
Touch the tongue to the roof of the mouth, breathing naturally through the nose.
During this process, Song Chuan slowly opened and closed his hands, the movements as slow as possible to cultivate his sensitivity to Qi.
Regardless of the cultivation method, the core principle remained the same: using the human body as a vessel to absorb the true Qi of heaven and earth, transforming it into one's own Internal Energy.
As Song Chuan practiced the Internal Energy Manual, his body grew increasingly hot—a natural reaction to cultivating Internal Energy.
He wasn't the only one feeling this.
He Minhong, who was lying on top of Song Chuan, also felt something. She felt increasingly full and uncomfortable, and she opened her eyes.
Suddenly seeing the drool stains from her sleep all over Song Chuan's body, He Minhong was deeply embarrassed.
"Brother Song Chuan..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I made you and your sofa dirty. It wasn't on purpose."
"It's okay. Brother doesn't mind getting dirty."
Patting He Minhong's head, Song Chuan comforted her. "By the way, I didn't wake you up while you were sleeping."
"Zhu Zhe kept calling you. You should call her back quickly."
"It's almost lunchtime. She asked me to tell you to come downstairs for lunch. I was too upset earlier and forgot to mention it. Brother Song Chuan, let's go upstairs."
"Brother Song Chuan has been comforting you for so long. Are you happy now?"
He Minhong wrapped her arms around Song Chuan's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You cheered me up long ago!"
"I'm getting hungry too. Let's go upstairs to eat."
But it felt so comfortable in Song Chuan's arms, she really wanted to carry him upstairs like this.
He Minhong didn't want to pull herself out of the warmth of her feelings for Song Chuan at all.
She couldn't help herself!
"Brother Song Chuan, I don't want to leave you... I can't bear to..."
"Me neither."
After lingering on the sofa for a while longer, they finally had to let go of each other.
But after all this fuss,
He Minhong clung to Song Chuan even more tightly. They held hands as they entered the elevator, as if they had completely forgotten Song Chuan had a girlfriend.
They arrived at the 22nd floor—
the floor where He Minhong lived with her roommates.
The long corridor echoed with only the sound of their footsteps.
He Minhong led Song Chuan to a door and knocked.
From behind the door, they could hear the sound of hurried footsteps.
When the door opened, Zhu Zhe stood in the doorway, wearing slippers and an apron, her hands still glistening with water droplets. She had likely just been washing vegetables. The kitchen echoed with the intermittent sound of running water.
"Finally here!"
"Honghong, how long did it take you to go call someone? If you don't come up soon, the food will get cold."
After Zhu Zhe stepped aside, they entered the apartment. He Minhong glanced at the kitchen and huffed, "There's still one dish left to stir-fry."
"Waiting upstairs or downstairs is the same," Zhu Zhe said.
"Exactly. You always have to have the last word."
Too lazy to argue, Zhu Zhe turned to Song Chuan and said, "Song Chuan, please have a seat. Help yourself to the fruit on the coffee table. I'll go stir-fry the last dish."
With that, she turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
Song Chuan entered the living room and looked around.
His own apartment was a two-bedroom, one-living room arrangement.
But Zhu Zhe and the others' place was much larger, which made sense for four girls sharing it.
Just looking around, it seemed to stretch endlessly.
Four pairs of doors lined the hallway, each pair corresponding to a room.
Only one door remained tightly shut.
The others stood open.
Hearing the commotion in the living room, Yu Chuhui emerged from one of the rooms and gestured for Song Chuan to sit down.
"Don't be shy, make yourself comfortable."
"There were originally four of us sharing this place, but one roommate works so much she rarely comes home."
"Stop standing around, sit down."
"Yeah, Brother Song Chuan, let's sit down."
He Minhong looped her arm through his and pulled him onto the sofa.
Yu Chuhui sat on his other side, her enthusiasm palpable. "Thanks to you yesterday, my hand feels much better today."
"But for some reason, the back of my hand is still a little itchy."
"Is it itchy? How itchy?"
"It feels like ants are gnawing at it."
Hearing this, Song Chuan felt something was wrong. He reached out to Yu Chuhui.
"Here, let me take a look and see what's going on."
Yu Chuhui had been wanting him to do this, but she was too embarrassed to ask directly.
Now that Song Chuan had offered, she obediently placed her hand in his, allowing him to support her small wrist.
After examining it carefully, Song Chuan asked, "Did you get water on it yesterday?"
"No, I didn't even take a bath yesterday."
"Impossible. This is inflammation caused by water contact. You definitely got water on it."
"Think carefully. Did you touch water or not?"
Hearing Song Chuan's firm tone, Yu Chuhui panicked. She racked her brain.
"I..."
Before she could speak, He Minhong, who was nearby, quickly interjected, "I know!"
"She told me yesterday that since the injury is on the back of her hand, it doesn't affect her ability to use her fingers to touch water."
"I told her I'd help her, but she refused!"
Song Chuan chuckled softly, suddenly understanding why Yu Chuhui had been touching the water with her finger.
"Little Yu Chuhui, I warned you a thousand times not to touch water these past few days."
"There, I've done it. It's already inflamed."
Yu Chuhui was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a hole. She glared at He Minhong, her eyes burning with resentment.
*He Minhong, you're such a blabbermouth!*
"Good thing I noticed in time."
"Some anti-inflammatory medicine should fix it."
"I'll have Xiao Li bring it over later."
She was already mortified that Song Chuan had to help with her injury. Now she had to trouble him even more.
Yu Chuhui quickly waved her hands. "No, no, it's fine."
"Dr. Song, let's add each other on WeChat. I can pick up the medicine after you've prescribed it."
"Alright then."
As soon as they exchanged contact information, He Minhong shot Yu Chuhui another glare.
Fortunately, Zhu Zhe arrived with platters of delicious food, interrupting the awkward moment.
"Come on, let's eat!"
Zhu Zhe truly lived up to the ideal of a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Every dish on the table was a testament to her culinary skill.
As the steaming dishes were served, the entire living room filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food, making everyone's stomachs rumble with hunger.
Seated at the table, Song Chuan picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth.
He chewed slowly.
The flavors lingered on his lips and tongue.
Absolutely delicious.
"Dr. Song, how does it taste?" Zhu Zhe asked cautiously, sitting beside him.
"It's wonderful. Your cooking is excellent."
Zhu Zhe's lips curved slightly, a hint of satisfaction blooming in her heart.
She picked up a mouthful of meat with her chopsticks and offered it to Song Chuan's bowl.
"If you like it, eat more."
The others at the table began eating, but Zhu Zhe seemed to have no appetite.
She barely touched the food, casually pushing a few mouthfuls around her bowl. Once everyone else finished, she rose to clear the table.
Watching Zhu Zhe busying herself in the kitchen, Yu Chuhui sighed.
"Poor Sister Zhu," Yu Chuhui said.
He Minhong shrugged it off. "What's so pitiful about her? She's still the hotel manager and makes way more than I do."
"She didn't even have to work overtime on a Saturday, but I did, and the editor chewed me out."
"He Minhong, you're so heartless! Sister Zhu treats you so well, and you didn't even notice she was feeling unwell?"
"Unwell? Where was she unwell? She looked fine to me."
"Didn't you see she barely ate anything? You're so heartless!"
If there hadn't been guests present, Yu Chuhui would have loved to start a real argument with He Minhong.
Meanwhile, in Song Chuan's eyes, the Leakage Rate above the two women's heads kept rising.
**Ding**
Detected a bindable Leakage Rate Female Lead in your vicinity.
**Female Lead**: Zhu Zhe
**Age**: 26
**Bind?**
Song Chuan: "Bind."
Congratulations! You have bound the Leakage Rate Female Lead Zhu Zhe. The System is now assigning a new task.
**Task 1**: Using dietary therapy, help Zhu Zhe treat her anorexia through her digestive tract (Three Stars)
**Mission Two: Suggest a drinking session and pretend to be drunk to stay overnight in Ye Zhenzhen's room on the 22nd floor (Four Stars)**
**Mission Three: Yu Chuhui and He Minhong will frequently use their finger fascia guns to massage localized areas in the evening. Experience their massage services. (Three Stars)**
**This mission is mandatory, assigned by the System. No exceptions.**
**All tasks must be completed.**
**Please complete the tasks in order. Do not change the sequence.**
*Tsk!*
Three tasks at once?!
Song Chuan sighed. At least these tasks weren't particularly challenging.
"He Minhong, didn't you see Sister Zhu working alone in the kitchen?"
"Go help her quickly."
Being ordered around, He Minhong was clearly displeased and started arguing. "Why don't you go? Why me?"
"Can't you see my hand is injured?"
"Song Chuan just told me not to touch water."
"I don't care. If you don't go, I won't either."
"..."
The two bickered back and forth, but He Minhong was simply too lazy to move and had no intention of helping.
Wanting to complete his task, Song Chuan immediately offered, "How about I go?"
"You can't possibly do that, you're a guest..."
Before Yu Chuhui could react, Song Chuan had already risen and walked into the kitchen.
Since Brother Song Chuan had gotten up, He Minhong felt too embarrassed to remain seated. She hurried after him.
"Brother Song Chuan, I'll come with you to help Sister Zhu."
He reached out and patted her head.
Song Chuan smiled. "That's a good girl. Go sit back down."
"I know you hate moving the most, so let Brother Song Chuan do the work."
Hearing these familiar words, He Minhong's cheeks flushed slightly.
She truly disliked moving.
All that coming and going was too tiring.
It didn't suit a scholar's dignity at all.
Since Brother Song Chuan was willing to help Sister Zhu, she returned to the sofa to continue bickering with Yu Chuhui.
As soon as Song Chuan entered the kitchen, Zhu Zhe, who was washing dishes, looked up at him.
"You... why are you in here?"
"I saw you were struggling to manage alone, so I came to help."
Rolling up his sleeves, Song Chuan walked over to her and began scrubbing the plates.
"This... you're the guest..."
Zhu Zhe didn't know how to describe the feeling.
A man willing to share in household chores...
It could drive a woman wild with desire!
Especially seeing Song Chuan's long, slender fingers as he scrubbed the plates, Zhu Zhe bit her teeth hard, her mind drifting off somewhere else entirely.
"Did you watch Mukbang before eating?"
The screen of the phone in Zhu Zhe's pocket remained lit up, displaying the Mukbang page.
Zhu Zhe nodded shyly. "Mm-hmm."
"Didn't you tell me that watching Mukbang would stimulate my appetite and make me want to eat immediately?"
"But after watching the video, I finally worked up some interest. The moment I saw the food, my appetite vanished completely."
Leaving Song Chuan to scrub the plates alone felt wrong.
Zhu Zhe came over to help him.
The gushing water immediately washed away the grime on the plates.
The two were nearly done scrubbing.
Only a few plates remained in the sink, and the faucet continued to drip.
"Actually, I have a method."
"It can cure your anorexia."
Zhu Zhe looked puzzled. "Then why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"Ahem... I'm sorry... I didn't think of this..."
"What is this method?"
"Whatever those mukbang streamers eat, you eat too. The stimulation to your esophagus will stimulate your appetite."
Zhu Zhe's face flushed slightly. "I... I don't even have a boyfriend... I probably can't eat the same things they do..."
"You don't need a boyfriend."
"I can help you with the treatment."
"R-really?"
"Really."
Seeing Song Chuan's earnest expression, Zhu Zhe's heart pounded. She slowly crouched down...
"Then... I'll start tasting..."
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