After practicing back and forth for more than an hour, the feeling of fullness has disappeared, replaced by a slight emptiness.
Seeing Jiang Qiuqiu was exhausted, Mrs. Ayer went home and took out a tube of spiritual restoration liquid and handed it to Jiang Qiuqiu.
Jiang Qiuqiu: ...
You don't have to.
There was another strange look on her face.
Mrs. Al rolled her eyes, "Drink quickly."
"If you suffocate it, it will lose its taste. If you don't drink it, you will have no strength to go to the gravity room later."
"...I can go back and get something to eat." Jiang Qiuqiu said with a wink.
Mrs. Al: "It's a waste of time to come and go, besides, the purity of spiritual power in your current food is not enough to restore you to a full state quickly."
"Drink it quickly, if you don't drink it, I'll get you another flavor."
The so-called other flavor is the low version, which is even worse than this one. Jiang Qiuqiu also drank it once. Thinking of the suffocating taste, she drank this tube in a hurry.
It's unpalatable or unpalatable, at least this one has no taste, and it loses its taste after a while.
After drinking the nutrient solution, she looked like she was alive after a catastrophe.
Mrs. Al couldn't help laughing, "You little girls, just drink some nutrient solution. You look like this after drinking it, and the idiom looks like this after drinking it. Is it so bad?"
"Yes!" Jiang Qiuqiu said seriously, "It's really too bad to drink. If there is a choice, I really don't want to be with this."
"The way you look reminds me of someone."
Mrs. Ayer's eyes were slightly misty, and then she turned her head, "He is just like you, he is troublesome, and he refuses to drink this when he is sick."
This tone... was slightly nostalgic.
Jiang Qiuqiu stared at her for a while, feeling that there were many stories in Mrs. Al's eyes.
After ten o'clock, Jiang Qiuqiu entered the gravity room.
The pressure of 4 times gravity makes people breathless. Under such gravity, Jiang Qiuqiu subconsciously releases his mental power to surround himself, which is regarded as a confrontation with the outside world and a kind of protection for himself.
Under such a huge pressure, even running in a small room is terribly exhausting. Therefore, Jiang Qiuqiu is already like a person who has been fished out of the water within two hours.
As usual, she rested on the sofa in the small living room after finishing her training. Mrs. Ayer came to her side and used her mental healing power to sort out her mental power.
The love from the boss made Jiang Qiuqiu a little more energetic.
"Why is it adjusted four times today?"
"I feel like I've tripled in." The body has adapted, and that statement says it's time to move on to the next step.
Mrs. Eyre paused for a moment, but she had misread it.
Unexpectedly, the little girl looks gentle and beautiful, she has a lot of opinions and persistence, she is willing to endure hardships, she has outstanding abilities, she is neither arrogant nor impetuous, she is simply a natural seedling.
Thinking of something, Mrs. Al asked Jiang Qiuqiu: "Can Qiuqiu cook now?"
"Huh? What's the matter?"
"I want to give you a test." Mrs. Al has a plan, "The dishes you bring from home are all cooked in ordinary ways. Didn't you learn healing meditation and training recently? You can try to heal your spirit today. Meditate and cook a dish for me to see."
"sure."
The thief Jiang Qiuqiu agreed to hurry up.
Her sixth sense told her that Mrs. Al suddenly asked her to cook something, there must be something wrong in it.
"Is there a kitchen here?"
"Are there any basic seasonings and ingredients?"
"Both."
She led Jiang Qiuqiu to the kitchen.