Fire Red Food Stall.
Chen Feng and Qin Zhen sat opposite each other, and they had already downed a can of beer each before the kebabs arrived.
Then they looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Qin Zhen wiped his mouth with his hand and said with a smile, "You've gotten fatter, I almost didn't recognize you back at the station. How much do you weigh now?"
"About 170," Chen Feng admitted frankly, "I have gained some weight, but I shouldn't be considered too fat."
Qin Zhen shook his head, "You're only 1.78 meters tall and weigh 170. You're already considered severely obese. Let me tell you, you better start losing weight soon, or else when you're in your fifties or sixties, you'll definitely be plagued with illnesses."
"Fuck! You're cursing me," Chen Feng laughed and cursed.
"I'm just telling it as it is. Trust me, I wouldn't harm you."
"Alright, alright, I will lose weight. Eat less and exercise more, I get it."
