Zhang Shan came back from his training. He saw that Wang Zheng was closing his eyes to rest and was not in a good condition. "What's wrong dude, are you sick?"
Wang Zheng opened his eyes and laughed. "I'm just hungry."
Zhang Shan stared blankly. "You are in luck. Since we are bros, I will whip something up for you to eat."
Wang Zheng was surprised, he had initially wanted to go out for food. "You know how to cook?"
"Don't make it sound so tacky. Cooking is an art. To become a Mr. Perfect, you would have to be capable of doing anything. And to conquer a woman, you would first have to conquer her stomach."