Shadows of the Deep Space

"However, it doesn't seem too bad; this chubby face is quite nice, not ugly at all. It's just that being overweight ruins everything. If I could lose weight, I would probably look good. It's fortunate my facial features are fairly symmetrical; if they were all crooked, then I'd really be beyond help."

In fact, Su Ming didn't realize that it was precisely because his body weighed more than 180 pounds that he had saved himself. If he hadn't been so heavy, causing the storage room's ceiling to collapse under the weight, he would have long been a hanging ghost.

After some time, Su Ming walked out from the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He let out a slight breath. Although his head still hurt a bit, it was much better than before.

During his unconsciousness, Su Ming had digested quite a lot of memories. While there were still some he hadn't completely processed, they weren't too problematic anymore.

Thinking of this, Su Ming lifted his head and looked around the room at the display. The entire room was very nicely decorated, and there were various exquisite models and figurines placed around.

Su Ming got up from the bed and walked over to a shelf. On it were figurines of beautiful female commanders in uniform, looking valiant and spirited.

Of course, there were also cool mecha and space ship models.

Among them, the most conspicuous was a striking black Star Destroyer model. Though just a model, its appearance was lifelike, the glossy black exterior gleamed, and the gun barrels and launch ports were clearly visible—very impressive.

And this Star Destroyer was none other than the old Federation's most powerful ship, the Grey Angel.

Su Ming touched his forehead and walked back to sit on the bed, a helpless expression on his face. This body's childhood dream had been to join the military and pilot mecha, and to encounter an elegant and beautiful ship captain.

Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. He had studied very hard from a young age, but his talents were simply too poor, and his grades were only mediocre.

Creak~

At that moment, the door opened, and a maid with a few freckles on her face, dressed in a black housekeeping uniform, entered the room.

Seeing Su Ming sitting on the bed, she excitedly said,

"Young Master, are you awake?"

Hearing the maid's words, Su Ming immediately turned his head towards the door and recognized her at a glance.

This was their housemaid, Chen Hui. He slowly nodded his head in response.

Seeing Su Ming respond to her, Chen Hui immediately rushed down the stairs in a hurry.

At that moment in the spacious and bright dining room, Zhao Ning had carefully prepared a table full of delicious food. There were fragrant roasted chickens, as well as greasy braised pork chunks and knuckles.

"Madam, Madam," Chen Hui called out urgently.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ning turned her head to look at Chen Hui, who was hurrying downstairs, and asked.

"The Young Master has woken up." Chen Hui quickly reported to Zhao Ning.

"He's awake? That's great! I've just made his favorite dishes, go give them to him," Zhao Ning instructed with great joy.

"Yes, ma'am." Chen Hui immediately replied.

Just then, Su Ming came down the spiral staircase and said to his delighted mother,

"No need, I've come down."

"My dear son, are you feeling better? Do you have any discomfort?" Zhao Ning greeted him with immense joy.

"Much better," Su Ming nodded his head slightly in response.

Hearing this, Zhao Ning immediately pulled Su Ming over to sit at the dining table, her voice full of concern,

"My dear son, you haven't eaten properly for a day, you must be famished. All of these are your favorites, eat more."

Hearing Zhao Ning's words, Su Ming also felt a warm feeling inside. He could feel that she truly loved her son.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at his new mother.

Standing at 1.7 meters tall, she was dressed in a form-fitting red gown, with fair skin, gentle features, and a small mole beside the corner of her mouth, which added a touch of beauty. Her demeanor exuded elegance.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Ning noticed Su Ming staring at her and asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Su Ming shook his head, and then turned his gaze to the dining table.

He looked at the lavish spread of dishes and appeared somewhat uneasy. It was all meat, and this body was already fat enough; he definitely couldn't keep eating like this.

Seeing Su Ming sitting motionless, staring at the feast without any reaction, Zhao Ning asked in confusion.

"Son, don't these dishes appeal to your taste?"

"Uh, I'm not really in the mood for them, do you have any vegetables? I'd like something lighter."

Su Ming tried to make his words sound convincing.

Zhao Ning and Chen Hui were stunned when they heard Su Ming's request, somewhat at a loss as to how to respond.

"Is there a problem?"

Noticing their awkward expressions, Su Ming's voice betrayed a hint of unease.

"No problem at all, son. Whatever you want to eat, mom will make sure you get it. I'll have someone place an order with Mailongsi right away! You'll have your vegetables tomorrow morning, okay?"

Zhao Ning immediately assured Su Ming.

"An order? That's not necessary, just any regular veggies from the market will do, no need for anything special."

Su Ming responded in astonishment.

"Son, have you forgotten? Vegetables are hard to come by; that's why we have to place an order to get them."

Zhao Ning explained to Su Ming with concern.

Chen Hui quickly comforted Zhao Ning.

"Madam, the young master didn't use to like vegetables, so it's quite normal for him to have no recollection of them."

Hearing the two women talk, Su Ming suddenly realized he really hadn't eaten many vegetables. It was partly because he naturally didn't like them and partly because they were considered a luxury.

In this world, vegetables were indeed prohibitively expensive, no different from luxury goods. Meat, on the other hand, was much cheaper because it all came from artificially cultivated livestock, fed with feed produced from processed monster fats.

Seeing Su Ming silent, Zhao Ning thought he was upset and quickly tried to pamper him.

"My dear son, just make do with what we have today, and we'll make vegetables for you tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll eat a bit then."

Su Ming then picked up a piece of meat to try, and couldn't help admiring the flavor—it was really good, tender, and didn't stick between his teeth.

So he picked up a second piece, a third piece...

Zhao Ning sat aside, watching Su Ming eat with adoration.

However, when Su Ming was about to put the eighth slice of meat in his mouth, he suddenly halted, glaring at the chunk held by his chopsticks, and internally berated himself,

"What's happening? Why have I eaten so much? I really can't eat any more."

Su Ming's reason warned him not to continue.

Yet his body craved more, and his hand, holding the chopsticks, instinctively moved to bring the meat to his mouth.

Struggling to control his hand, Su Ming managed to pull the bites away from his mouth. But his instincts fought back, trying again to bring the meat to his mouth.

In this way, Su Ming moved the meat back and forth near his mouth several times. In the end, though, he firmly placed the meat back on the plate and stood up.

"Son, you're not eating anymore? Didn't you like these, or would you prefer some dessert?"

Zhao Ning asked with concern.