“But it doesn’t seem all that bad. This chubby face is actually kind of decent, not ugly. It’s just that being fat ruins everything. If I slimmed down, I’d probably look good. It’s a good thing the facial features are well-proportioned. If they were crooked, it’d be a lost cause.”

In fact, Su Ming didn’t know that it was this body’s 180-plus pounds that had saved his life. If he hadn’t been so heavy, the storage room’s ceiling wouldn’t have collapsed, and he would have become a hanging ghost.

After a long while, Su Ming walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He let out a slow breath. Although his head still ached, it was much better than before.

During his time unconscious, Su Ming had digested a significant number of memories. While some were still unprocessed, it didn't matter much anymore.

With that thought, Su Ming looked up and surveyed the room's furnishings. The room was well-decorated and filled with all sorts of exquisite models and figurines.

Su Ming stood up from the bed and walked over to a shelf. On it were figurines of飒爽 female commanders in sharp uniforms, looking heroic and valiant.

Of course, there were also cool mecha and spaceship models.

The most striking among them was a stunning model of a black Juggernaut. Though just a model, its appearance was lifelike, its entire body gleaming with a漆黑 luster. The cannon barrels and launch ports were clearly visible, exuding an air of coolness.

And this Juggernaut was none other than the Old Federation's strongest ship, The Gray Angel.

Su Ming rubbed his forehead and returned to the bed, a look of helplessness on his face. This body’s dream since childhood was to join the military, pilot a mecha, and meet a beautiful and elegant ship captain.

Unfortunately, dreams were beautiful, but reality was harsh. Despite studying hard since he was young, his natural aptitude was simply too poor. His grades were only average.

Creak~

At that moment, the door opened. A maid in a black housekeeping uniform with a few freckles on her face opened the door.

Seeing Su Ming sitting on the edge of the bed, she exclaimed excitedly.

“Young Master, you’re awake?”

Hearing the maid’s words, Su Ming turned to look at the doorway and immediately recognized her.

This was their family’s maid, Chen Hui. He gave a slow nod in response.

Seeing Su Ming respond, Chen Hui rushed downstairs.

In the spacious and bright dining room, Zhao Ning had meticulously prepared a table full of sumptuous food. There was fragrant roast chicken, greasy braised pork, and pork knuckle.

“Madam, Madam,” Chen Hui called out urgently.

“What is it?” Zhao Ning turned to ask the hurried Chen Hui.

“The Young Master is awake,” Chen Hui quickly reported.

“Awake? That’s wonderful! I just made his favorite dishes. Quick, take them up to him,” Zhao Ning instructed happily.

“Yes, Madam,” Chen Hui immediately replied.

Just then, Su Ming descended the spiral staircase and said to his delighted mother.

“No need, I’m down.”

“My precious son, are you better? Do you feel unwell anywhere?” Zhao Ning rushed over to him joyfully.

“Much better,” Su Ming replied with a slight nod.

Hearing this, Zhao Ning immediately pulled Su Ming to the dining table and sat him down, saying with great heartache.

“My dear boy, you haven’t eaten properly for a day. You must be starving. These are all your favorites. Eat more.”

Su Ming’s heart warmed at Zhao Ning’s words. He could feel that she truly doted on her son.

He couldn’t help but take a closer look at his new mother.

She was 1.7 meters tall, wearing a form-fitting red dress. Her skin was fair, her features gentle, and there was a small beauty mark by the corner of her lips. Her every gesture exuded an air of nobility.

“What is it?” Zhao Ning asked curiously, noticing Su Ming staring at her.

“Nothing.”

Su Ming shook his head, then his gaze shifted to the dining table.

He looked at the lavish spread, his expression a bit unnatural. It was all meat. This body was already fat enough; he couldn't keep eating like this.

Seeing Su Ming sitting motionless, unresponsive to the table of food, Zhao Ning asked with confusion.

“Son, is this not to your liking?”

“Uh, I don’t have much of an appetite. Are there any vegetables? I’d like something lighter,” Su Ming explained, trying to make his words sound convincing.

Hearing Su Ming’s words, both Zhao Ning and Chen Hui were stunned, unsure how to respond.

“Is there a problem?” Su Ming asked, feeling a bit nervous at their unnatural expressions.

“No problem at all, son. Whatever you want to eat, Mom will satisfy you. I’ll have someone order from Melons right away! I guarantee you’ll have vegetables by tomorrow morning,” Zhao Ning immediately promised.

“Order? It doesn't have to be that much trouble. We can just buy some at the market. Regular vegetables will do, no need to buy the expensive ones,” Su Ming replied, astonished.

“Son, have you forgotten? Vegetables are hard to come by. We have to order them in advance,” Zhao Ning explained, her voice full of concern.

Chen Hui quickly comforted Zhao Ning. “Madam, the Young Master never liked vegetables before, so it’s normal for him not to remember these things.”

Hearing their words, Su Ming suddenly realized that, in his memory, he really hadn’t eaten many vegetables.

Of course, one reason was that he didn't like them, and another was that they were a luxury.

Vegetables in this world seemed to be incredibly expensive, no different from luxury goods. In contrast, meat was relatively cheap because it was all artificially farmed. The feed used was processed from the fat of monsters.

Seeing Su Ming remain silent, Zhao Ning thought he was unhappy and quickly coaxed him.

“Good boy, just make do for today. I’ll make you vegetables tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll have a little then.”

Su Ming picked up a piece of meat and tried it. It tasted surprisingly good—tender, flavorful, and not at all stringy.

So he picked up a second piece, then a third...

Zhao Ning sat beside him, watching him eat with a doting expression.

But as Su Ming brought the eighth piece of meat to his lips, he suddenly stopped. He stared at the meat on his chopsticks, chiding himself inwardly.

What’s going on? How did I eat so much? I can’t eat any more.

His rational mind warned him to stop.

But his body craved more. The hand holding the chopsticks instinctively wanted to bring the meat to his mouth.

Su Ming fought to control his hand, pulling the meat away from his lips. Yet, his body’s instinct tried to bring it back.

He held the piece of meat, moving it back and forth near his mouth several times. In the end, with a determined effort, he put the meat back down and stood up.

“Son, are you done eating? Was it not to your liking? How about some dessert?” Zhao Ning asked with concern.