"Hey, old man..."
"Really sick?"
Hearing his voice suddenly deep and changed, Xia Qing chuckled under the skywell at Shu Restaurant, "You should exercise more, or you'll break down at critical moments like this. To become a Lin Chef, a Dragon Chef, your physique must be extraordinary!"
"I'm in good shape!"
Xia Yu protested, meanwhile cursing under his breath—whatever that plague technique was, it was totally unreasonable!
"Not bad?"
The old man teased, "You're relying on... those so-called gourmet cells? The exercise I'm talking about is improving oneself, as the saying goes, 'Nature flourishes with vigor, and a gentleman should strive for self-improvement incessantly.' Self-improvement is much more reliable than any external factor."
"Let's not talk about that!"
