Ye Qingqing was funny when he heard it, but although Li Wuming's words were a little exaggerated, they made sense. No wonder, no wonder, men, women, young and old, they all were slim and walked lightly. Unlike in China, in recent years, due to the improvement in living conditions, there have been more and more fat people.

Even a slim person like Gu Nianci gained a few pounds after returning to the Sang family. However, she controls herself well. She eats less when she tends to be fat. She joins the model team and consumes a lot of calories every day, and she is still very slim.

But there are definitely several times more fat people in China than here. There are fat people on the street everywhere. Unlike here, there are very few fat people, it is difficult to find one or two.

"Japanese food is famous for its health. The average life expectancy here ranks among the top in the world and is much higher than our country." Sang Wanhua said.

Ye Qingqing agreed, "This is a fact. The Chinese people's diet is indeed healthy, but I still can't get used to it."

If she eats such bland food every day, she will suffer from depression. Even if she can live for a few more years, she might as well eat delicious food and enjoy life happily!

Moreover, as long as you don’t eat foods that are rich in sugar, meat, salt and oil, and keep a happy mood and a reasonable and healthy lifestyle, you will definitely live a long life.

"Miso soup is here, I have been thinking about the Misu soup for a long time."

The waiter brought a cup of soup, which was filled with white porcelain cups. It was dark brown soup and flocculent sediment, which was steaming hot. This was the famous Miso soup.

Ye Qingqing's mouth twitched, not looking forward to it. Ding Ba had said before that this miso soup was as bad as water for washing pots. Although she and Ding Ba had different values, they were quite good at eating.

The main reason is that the appearance of this soup now looks no big difference from the water used to brush the pot.

She really has no expectations for the taste.

Gu Nianci couldn't wait to take a sip, then immediately frowned, swallowed it with difficulty, and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't this just water for the pot? Seaweed egg soup is better than this."

"puff"

Ye Qingqing couldn't help laughing. She decided not to drink this soup. Even Gu Nianci said it was unpalatable, which shows that the taste of this soup was definitely not suitable for her stomach.

After a meal, there were a lot of plates, but everyone felt like they didn't eat it. The belly was empty, only Sang Wanhua was very satisfied, and she ate red and kept saying it was delicious.

"Hungry, not full."

Wuchen screamed while touching her stomach, and she felt very uncomfortable with this meal.

Everyone else feels the same. It’s strange that you can eat enough.

"Go out and find out if there is a restaurant run by our compatriots. If we don't eat Japanese food, we will eat Chinese food." The old lady decided decisively.

After eating, our Greater Chinese delicacies are better. The ones here are fancy and beautiful. They are beautiful but not delicious.

They were lucky. Not far from the hotel, there was a Chinese restaurant run by Wandao people. Although the taste of the dishes was improved, it was already very rare, but the portion was really small.

The plates are small, the tables are small, and the house is smaller. The whole family fills up the restaurants and has to share tables, otherwise they can't sit because there are no round tables here, and there are small square tables, at most four people are sitting.

"It's a sin. This plate is not much bigger than the ones that we put in dipped water in our house. It's so expensive. Let's spend money to buy the pain." Gu Nianci took a few bites and suddenly sighed.
Chapter completed!