"Then...if I remember correctly, Miss Chu Moyin mentioned that Miss Chu Shangli seems to be good at cooking?"
"Hmm..." Chu Shangli pondered for a moment and nodded: "Very good at cooking, and also very good at-"
"You're also good at eating, right?" Ying Meng smiled. "That's only natural—most people who are good at cooking like to eat. Just like I love sports—even though I don't enjoy fighting, I do enjoy admiring muscles and strength."
"Um--"
Chu Shangli was a little bit unable to keep up with Ying Meng's train of thought——
She really didn't know how Ying Meng instantly shifted from muscles, strength and beauty to cooking.
"So, Miss Chu Shangli, do you prefer nutritious meals or low-calorie meals?"
“…”
Chu Shangli was slightly stunned——
"Why are you not talking?"
"No—you're probably one of the few people I've seen who differentiates between nutritious meals and low-calorie meals—"
"Huh? That's a bit ignorant of you. If you want to exercise, you definitely don't have to eat low-calorie foods. You have to ensure protein intake and try to avoid fat. But calories have nothing to do with it. Isn't this common sense?"
"Indeed, I think it's common sense, but it seems there are always people who equate a nutritious meal with a low calorie count. They think the lower the calorie count, the more nutritious it is..."
"You're talking about those who love to lose weight, right? Those who love to exercise rarely have such bizarre ideas—" Ying Meng paused and said, "Since Miss Chu Shangli would say such a thing, you really do prefer low-calorie foods, right?"
"Of course not—I prefer..." Chu Shangli considered his words: "I prefer to curl up on the sofa like a potato, licking the oil that flows from the potato chips to my fingertips—"
"Haha, that's an unhealthy way to eat—it's best not to eat that when you're working out. But, if you don't want to be a bodybuilder or something like that, it's not a big deal—"
"You're the one—didn't you just mention 'low-calorie meals' with a disdainful tone? Why do you seem to be disdainful of calories now?"
"From the beginning, I asked you to choose between nutritious meals and low-calorie meals, not between high-calorie junk food with no nutrition and nutritious meals—"
"Then I don't want to choose any of them. I just want to choose delicious food..."
"It really sounds like the answer of a foodie." Ying Meng let out a light breath and pushed open a door on the left.
Behind the door on the left is the lounge—but the lounge has a cooking table.
Various ingredients are placed on the workbench.
"What? You don't want me to cook a meal for you before I've even finished my tour, do you?"
"Of course not—you're the guest. If you're the guest and you want to do it, I don't mind, but forcing guests to cook is not allowed. We need to have some hospitality spirit."
Ying Meng took a broccoli head from the workbench and asked, "If I force you to choose a nutritious meal, which do you think is more nutritious: vegetable porridge, bird's nest and white fungus soup, or various vegetables and chunks of meat?"
"It's strange to compare vegetables and meat together—different vegetables have different nutritional values. But at least I know that bird's nest and white fungus soup is not very nutritious—"
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