By the next afternoon, Shen Lu and her staff were hard at work washing and chopping radishes.
She had bought half a ton of daikon radishes to make spicy pickled radish and dried radish strips. The entire back kitchen reeked of the sharp scent of daikon.
Xiao Lang had a keen sense of smell, and he could smell the overpowering, sharp scent of radish even in his dorm room.
Simply deactivating his superpower wasn't enough. After a few tries, Xiao Lang surprisingly managed to teach himself how to block his sense of smell.
No longer smelling the pungent radish, Xiao Lang let out a long sigh of relief and resumed his training in the living room.
The weather was bad, so it wasn't good for exercising outside. Huo Qian had taught him a routine he could practice indoors, and Xiao Lang would do it whenever he had free time.
When he finished, he'd go out on the balcony for a bit to watch the woman digging in the yard.
