It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that the training for the little girl and the others came to a halt.

Xiao Feng stood on the steps, shielding his eyes from the piercing sunlight, and remarked, "Time is really fleeting, like a white horse galloping past, gone in an instant. Just a blink, and the whole morning is over."

Du Qingyue: "..."

The little girl: "..."

Jiang Yixin: "..."

Lone Wolf: "..."

The four of them collectively and powerlessly retorted, fleeting?

Didn't it feel really long?

At least for the four undergoing training, it was as if time crawled by, with every minute and second dragging on painfully.

"Let's eat first." Xiao Feng said plainly, "Overall, your performance this morning was very unsatisfactory to me. I don't want to see you like this again in the afternoon."

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling as if Xiao Feng had become a different person, losing his usual frivolity and becoming harsh and serious.

In fact, everyone was getting to know each other over the course of the morning, and Xiao Feng subtly adjusted himself until he truly transformed into a stern drill instructor.

Lunch wasn't particularly lavish, just four dishes and a soup on the table.

The little girl and the others dragged their weary bodies to the table, their eyes lighting up like ravenous wolves spotting stray sheep.

"Dig in! Dig in!" The little girl hurriedly picked up her chopsticks, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she cried out in pain.

"Clatter!"

The chopsticks fell onto the table.

This was a normal reaction after high-intensity physical exertion; any excessive movement caused intense muscle soreness.

Similar to when Wei Shuai and others underwent special training, they prepared only spoon-eatable food in the cafeteria to avoid the chopsticks issue.

"Brother Xiao Feng, I seem to have lost control of my hands and can't hold the chopsticks," the little girl looked pitifully at Xiao Feng, her big watery eyes eliciting compassion.

Nevertheless, Xiao Feng remained unmoved: "Can't hold chopsticks? Then go hungry."

Saying that, he looked at Lone Wolf, who was almost drooling, "Don't hold back, we're all friends here. Dig in if you're hungry."

"Haha, then I won't hold back." Lone Wolf rubbed his hands as if embarrassed, but acted earnestly, picking up a rib and eating it with his hands.

Du Qingyue stood up, using her left hand to steady her right as she picked up food—because using just one hand made her arm tremble uncontrollably.

She had been the earliest to know about the day's training and had mentally prepared herself, yet the grueling training still greatly exceeded her expectations.

However, Du Qingyue was inherently competitive; she wouldn't complain when even the little girl didn't, so she silently gave her all to complete Xiao Feng's tasks.

Of course, there was another consideration here.

Du Qingyue didn't want to be the first person Xiao Feng would "let off the hook," as it might cause the others to have thoughts, and even among friends, basic human courtesy should be maintained.

"This dish, something seems off with the taste, doesn't it?" Halfway through eating, Jiang Yixin finally had a chance to savor the food and quickly sensed something amiss.

"It tastes a bit like herbal medicine." Du Qingyue echoed.

Xiao Feng nodded, "Right, I didn't want the leftover herbs from your foot soak last night to go to waste, so I mixed them into the dishes."

At these words, the little girl, Jiang Yixin, and Lone Wolf were instantly stunned, as if petrified, their expressions changing instantly.

Du Qingyue rolled her eyes at Xiao Feng, explaining, "Don't listen to his nonsense; I didn't soak my feet last night at all."

Their expressions then eased slightly, yet they found Xiao Feng more and more "detestable," not only tiring them out all morning but not even letting them eat in peace. Did he have no conscience?

"Actually, we owe these dishes to Qingyue—the dishes contain fibers from a millennium ginseng. Don't you feel a lot less tired already?" Xiao Feng said.

"What's this got to do with Qingyue?" asked Jiang Yixin, puzzled.

Lone Wolf, who had been eating in silence, swallowed his mouthful of rice and said, "The millennium ginseng was gifted by a fat guy named Wang Lubo when my sister-in-law got injured. That guy was really fat; I was shocked the first time I saw him."

"Wang Lubo?" Jiang Yixin seemed to realize something; as the assistant to the president of Lanyue Group, she knew Du Linlang had signed an agreement with someone, and the other party on that contract was Wang Lubo.

She had also heard some things about Wang Lubo's relationship with Xiao Feng...

After hearing Xiao Feng's explanation, everyone stretched out their limbs and indeed felt less fatigued, proving the remarkable effect of the millennium ginseng.

"I've heard that ginseng over two hundred years old is rare these days, yet Wang Lubo managed to get a millennium one; he's something else." Jiang Yixin remarked casually.

"To be more precise, it's his family that's something else. In the case of the millennium ginseng, Fat Bo was just a delivery man." The little girl said listlessly, her slender legs swinging under the table as she rubbed her stomach and burped.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yixin asked.

"Can't you even figure that out?" The little girl scoffed, "What school did you graduate from to have such low cultural knowledge?"

"You!" Jiang Yixin slammed her chopsticks on the table, yet too exhausted from the morning's activities to argue further with the little girl, turned to Du Qingyue instead.

Du Qingyue answered, "Wang Lubo's grandfather spent a lot of money to get that ginseng, and Wang Lubo sneaked it out from home."

"Snuck it out?" Jiang Yixin was astonished, clearly not expecting the ginseng's origin to be like this.

"Tsk!" The little girl shook her head, "If you're dissatisfied with its origins, you can spit it out. No one's holding a knife to your neck to make you eat it."

Unable to hold back anymore, Jiang Yixin erupted, "Are you done yet?"

"Not yet!" The little girl retorted without backing down, "Just last night, two whole bags of snacks I bought disappeared. Fat Bo stole his grandfather's ginseng—are you cool with that? Then what's your deal with always stealing my snacks?"

"How dare you talk!" Jiang Yixin said angrily, "If you didn't hide my cosmetics, would I take your snacks?"

"Just correcting you, taking without permission is stealing; you were stealing, not taking."

"Ha, did you inform me in advance when hiding my cosmetics?"

Watching their argument intensify, Lone Wolf gazed blankly at Xiao Feng, "Boss, you've got it tough!"

"..." Xiao Feng sighed softly inside, feeling impressed by the drama between the little girl and Jiang Yixin.

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