"Brother Fu, you're eating more and more lately!" Little Trumpet sat next to him, staring in awe.
"Don't talk while eating."
Fu Qingjun didn't pay much attention, as ever since his second hair transformation, his appetite indeed became terrifying. After all, maintaining the daily functions of his brain required a huge consumption!
Moreover, with his brain spewing ideas like crazy recently, the consumption was even greater.
If he didn't eat more, how would he replenish nutrients?
In the last few days, he discovered that the noodle shop downstairs was part of his own business group.
The business seemed vast, but they were dirt poor because they had dozens of relentless eating machines to feed every day, which left even himself feeling alarmed.
"Of course, now I eat the most."
Fu Qingjun thought his own appetite was normal, and he changed into the second-generation black silk net stocking muscles.
