Although Chu Ling was sweating and panting, she rushed to Song Ziling, who was sitting on the ground and said, "Brother Ziling, you can hold on for a while!"

He now understood Niang's intention. My mother should have wanted Brother Ziling to lose her body. Brother Ziling is indeed too fat now. She is fat. Although she looks strong, it is not a good thing.

"I can't run anymore, I can't run anymore." His legs are now like they are filled with lead.

"Mom, just spare me! I can't even breathe." He felt it was difficult to breathe when he ran.

"Do you know why you can't breathe?" Chen Wan squatted on the ground and looked at Song Ziling and asked.

Song Ziling said: "I'm tired."

"Fart" Chen Wan pointed to Song Ziling's belly and said, "It's because you are too fat. Fatty is not a good thing. It will affect your body, make your body dull, and cause you to suffer from many chronic diseases. Therefore, you must reduce this body as soon as possible."

Song Ziling felt that his mother was scaring him. After gaining weight, he made him feel a little dull, but he had never heard anyone say that fatness would make people sick.

"But, I really can't run."

Chen Wan rolled her eyes, stood up, and said ruthlessly: "Then don't eat this morning or evening. However, if you run three more laps, I will let Qiuju make delicious pickled fish for you to eat. The pickled fish is very, very delicious, and you can't even eat it outside!"

Don’t Song Ziling like to eat this? So she tempted him with delicious food.

Chu Ling looked at Song Ziling and said, "Brother Ziling, the pickled fish is really delicious, I want to eat it too. Brother Ziling, you can run three more laps and we can eat the pickled fish together."

"It's really delicious?" Song Ziling swallowed, hesitating.

Chu Ling nodded and said, "It's very, very delicious."

Song Ziling stood up, took a breath, and said nothing, gritted his teeth and continued to run. In order to have food to eat, he ran three more laps for pickled fish.

After running down five laps, Chen Wan and Ling'er's clothes were half wet with sweat, and Song Ziling was as if she had been fished out of water.

Back at Qiushiyuan, the three of them took a shower before starting to have breakfast.

Breakfast is very simple, just boiled eggs with porridge and a few fried side dishes, all of which are low-calorie.

Song Ziling, who had run five laps, was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back and he didn't pick it. After drinking three bowls of porridge and eating two boiled eggs, he went to school with his own bookcase.

After Song Ziling left, Chen Wan drew a jar in the room. She wanted to cooperate with Murong Li to sell kimchi separately, so this kimchi jar was naturally indispensable. She drew several pieces of paper and finally drew a jar of favorites. In fact, this jar was just a small jar of kimchi that is very common in her hometown, but it was not in this era.

After drawing the jar, Chen Wan also drew a commercial pattern for anti-counterfeiting. She decided to name her kimchi brand Chen Ganma, so her anti-counterfeiting trademark is the three words "Meow-Type Chen Ganma" and a cute version of panda.

After drawing, she handed the drawings to Qiuju and asked her to give to the vendors who had customized large jars before. She asked him if he could burn small jars on a large scale, and if he could also print the anti-counterfeiting trademark on the jars when they were burning them. If so, they would cooperate for a long time.
Chapter completed!