"In other words, if you don't want to spend twenty out of twenty-four hours a day eating," Yang Qi continued, "those nutrition bars that taste like chewing soap...will be your main energy supply in the future."

"Well...it's not that I can't eat nutrition bars, but can't I ask them to make some other flavors?" Wang Xiyi said helplessly, "If worse comes to worst, I'll have to eat these with hotpot sauce."

"The nutrition bars I gave you today are still trial versions. There should be various flavors in the future," Yang Qi said, "If that doesn't work, I can get them to send you a truck of military-standard energy bars. Those have been developed over many years, and the taste is relatively more acceptable. It's just that, compared to the specially made nutrition bars, the energy per unit volume is still a bit too low... I roughly calculated that you'd have to eat around 120 a day to feel full."

"..." Wang Xiyi pouted, saying nothing.

"Speaking of which, besides eating, is there no other way to replenish energy?" Sun Hang suddenly had a thought, "I forgot if I read it in a novel or saw it in a movie, but there was an evil dragon that could absorb energy by bathing in lava... So could Mr. Wang...?"

"You said it yourself, that's from a novel or movie. In reality, energy conversion is a very complex process, and Night Slayer retains most of the human body structure, so she can only absorb energy in a human way... But we could indeed take this as a research topic and conduct further studies. I'll write a report later and submit it to the professor, about the energy absorption methods of special infectees..."

"Stop, stop... you said you weren't going to work overtime tonight, so why are you thinking of adding more work for yourself?" Sun Hang quickly said, "If you keep talking, are you going to hurry back to the lab after dinner to bury yourself in work all night?"

Yang Qi paused for a moment. She had to admit the thought had indeed crossed her mind.

"In the field of psychology, workaholics have already been identified as having a psychological disorder... Mr. Yang, you don't want your researchers to know you're a psycho, right?" Sun Hang teased.

"Mr. Yang?" Yang Lian, who was slurping noodles, looked up, "Sis, you've been promoted to director?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Yang Qi waved her hand.

"Your sister's authority level is probably already higher than most 'directors' in the lab," Sun Hang shrugged, "In a few days, you'll probably have to call her Director Yang."

"Do you still not know who the authority actually belongs to?" Yang Qi glared at Sun Hang, took his empty bowl, and served him another bowl of noodles.

"Mr. Yang, get me a bowl too!" Wang Xiyi used her tail to pull a chair over and sat down, speaking up.

"Speaking of which, your tail is pretty handy." Sun Hang glanced at the dragon tail snaking through the gap in the chair back—the black scales covering it looked incredibly smooth, and if you covered Mr. Wang's body, it would look just like an adult Amazonian anaconda.

The only difference was probably that when Mr. Wang's tail moved, the scales rubbed against each other, making a slight metallic sound.

"Yeah, it was a bit awkward at first," Wang Xiyi nodded, "But after using it a few times, it became second nature... It feels just like having a third arm."

After speaking, Wang Xiyi stretched her tail towards the fridge not far away, the pointed tip hooking the fridge door handle gently to open the refrigerator.

"Hey, where's my precious bottle?" Wang Xiyi froze, getting up and rushing to the fridge, completely forgetting her tail was stretched through the chair's back gap, dragging the whole chair after her and instantly disassembling the rather sturdy wooden chair.

Only then did everyone realize that her tail wasn't just an extra limb; it was also an incredibly deadly weapon.

Wang Xiyi leaned against the fridge, rummaging through the bottles and jars for a long time before suddenly turning her head, "Where's that 15-year-old liquor? Did you drink it?!"

"I didn't!" Sun Hang raised three fingers, "Heavens above, I swear to the moon and stars! That 15-year-old liquor, to me, isn't even as good as a fizzy drink!"

"Tch, no taste." Wang Xiyi scoffed, continuing to rummage through the fridge.

"The 15-year-old liquor you're talking about... is it in a small white porcelain bottle?" Zhong Ling suddenly asked.

"Yes!" Wang Xiyi nodded vigorously, "Little sister, have you seen it?"

"I used it as cooking wine. It's in the kitchen; there should be a little left..." Zhong Ling said, a bit embarrassed.

"No!" Wang Xiyi let out a wail, rushing into the kitchen.

A few seconds later, she returned to the dining room, clutching an ivory-white porcelain bottle, looking dejected as she sat down on a new chair.

She placed a small wine cup in front of her, then raised the porcelain bottle...

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Zhong Ling's "a little left" was actually less than twenty drops.

"Sorry... I didn't know it was so important to you." Zhong Ling said softly, "I can try to get a bottle to compensate."

"Forget it, forget it. It's my fortune to gain it, my fate to lose it." Wang Xiyi picked up the small wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and then closed her eyes, seemingly savoring the rich aroma of the liquor... Her tail swayed gently, a small dark blue flame flickering briefly at the tip.

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