Although he's a foodie, he's a hardworking one, willing to do his own cooking and prepare his own meals.
When Fang Rong had free time, she would make a three-point agreement with him: he would buy and wash the vegetables, while Fang Rong would cook and wash the dishes.
We'll clean the room together when we have free time, and we'll share the money we earn, saving it for the future.
Fang Hua agreed to everything. He didn't have many demands for life. As long as he could eat, drink, and sleep well, and Fang Rong could hug him, he didn't mind being a little tired. The conditions were now completely met.
With food, drink, shelter, and Fang Rong, there's nothing happier than this. So what if it's tiring?
Actually, he wasn't very tired. The instructors' training was no problem for him at all, because the training programs were designed based on the physical fitness and other conditions of elite soldiers. They certainly didn't expect that there would be a guy like Fang Hua who was both a mutant and a superhuman, and that he had more than one superhuman ability.
It's like one plus one equals two. The more superpowers he has, the higher the requirements for his physique. In other words, he can withstand these superpowers because his physique is already better than others. In addition, through his hard work and devouring his parents, his superpowers are even stronger. All of them are concentrated in one person, making them almost ten times stronger than others.
So he actually had it ten times easier than others. Of course, this is because the current instructors haven't realized this yet, so they haven't added any new training programs for him. Once they do realize this, Fang Hua won't be able to escape.
Of course, he is still very satisfied with his life so far. As long as he is with Fang Rong, no matter how hard or tiring it is, it is sweet.
"If it's delicious, then I'll serve it." Fang Rong took out a plate and scooped up the vegetables one by one. He also stir-fried some wood ear mushrooms. This time, Fang Hua didn't make a mistake in buying them. The stir-fried wood ear mushrooms with meat were also very delicious. However, he cut off the roots of the cabbage. He really couldn't cook. If he continued to cook, he would eventually be too poor to afford food.
There were two dishes and one soup in total, but no rice.
Fang Rong discovered that Fang Hua didn't like to eat. He would rather drink more soup than eat rice, especially when there was food. When there was no food, he would stop jumping around, but when there was food, he would start to be picky.
He prefers a bland diet; eating too much salt will turn his hair yellow. However, he is currently bald, with only some hair growing out at the ends.
I don't know if it's molting or because it ate too much salt, but the new hair that's growing back is a light yellowish-white, almost silvery.
While he was eating and looking down, Fang Rong patted his fur a couple of times. The outermost layer was silver, and the inside was yellow. It seemed that he really had molted.
The silver layer is his baby hair, which is naturally soft and fine. It's a little coarser now, but still within acceptable limits.
Because he often touched his head, Fang Rong was very concerned about his hair. If the newly grown hair was prickly, that would be really bad luck.
He would never be able to touch smooth, manageable hair again. He took some time to search online and found that there are also ways to cultivate smooth hair, such as washing your hair frequently and using a good quality shampoo, which can prevent Fang Hua from growing into a spiky head.
Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that there was a solution. She was afraid that she would be at a loss and could only watch helplessly as her hair, which she used to find so easy to touch, would no longer be able to touch.
"When you go grocery shopping tomorrow, please also buy a good bottle of shampoo, a really good one." He emphasized, "I'll wash your hair."
"Oh." His idea was so sudden that Fang Hua was taken aback.
"I'll buy some clothes while I'm at it." Fang Rong was a little worried. "Never mind, I'll go with you."
He was afraid that Fang Hua would be ripped off again, because Fang Hua was honest and would always hand over any leftovers from grocery shopping. These past two times, he not only didn't hand over any money, but also used the money in his personal terminal.
Because their personal computers are connected, Fang Hua receives text message notifications about how much he spends, and he can easily find out by checking.
That's why he was particularly worried about Fang Hua going out alone. What if he got sold out?
That's truly gone forever.
"Hmm." Fang Hua didn't actually care much about what he wore. He was quite happy wearing his military uniform. Because of the strict discipline in the army, he could no longer wear a skirt. His tail was tied up in his pants, which was very uncomfortable. So as soon as he got home, he couldn't help but take off his clothes.
What embarrassed Fang Rong the most was that he also liked to sleep naked. When he first moved here, he was not familiar with the place and did not dare to sleep naked. This was probably due to his instinctive, wild animal-like vigilance. Only after he got used to sleeping here did he start to take off his clothes, including his underwear, and sleep with his penis on.
When Fang Rong first discovered it, he froze because he had accidentally touched Fang Hua's buttocks. Later, Fang Hua pressed down on him as usual, but he kicked him down.
"Why aren't you even wearing underwear?" he asked, quite surprised.
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment after being hit for the first time, and said, "It doesn't feel good."
He never wears underwear under his skirts, or he cuts a hole in his underwear. When Fang Rong sees this, she thinks it's torn and sews it back up for him. Then he cuts it off again, and Fang Rong sews it back up for him again.
Fang Hua was too ashamed to say it, so she secretly hid her underwear. Recently, she had been exercising a lot and her underwear was worn out too much, so she had to change it almost every two days. As a result, she could no longer hide it, and Fang Rong sewed it up for her.
So he didn't want to wear underwear anymore. Actually, he didn't want to wear pants either, but the army was too strict. If you didn't tie your tie properly, you had to run ten extra laps, let alone not wearing pants.
One day, Fang Rong suddenly realized something and cursed himself for being nosy. The other person's body structure was different from his own, yet he insisted on forcing things. Actually, he couldn't be blamed entirely, because Fang Hua always kept things hidden, and over time Fang Rong forgot about it. So, whenever he had free time, he would check what Fang Hua needed.
The two most important things are hair and height. As long as the height is not greater than his and the hair is not too spiky, I'll be satisfied.
So other aspects were overlooked, and before they knew it, it had been sewn four or five times. No wonder Fang Hua wanted to hide his underwear.
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