While there were so people like who could probably eat 4000 calories if I so wanted, there were also people like Jude who could barely do 1500. And also, so of them could be genetic but before we chalk it all up to our life's draw, we should at least dig a little deeper and see what else we could do to better ourselves.
And again, I was a proponent for being natural but Jude's case might be on the opposite end of the spectrum where it would actually be advisable for him to take a very, very~ small dose of Testosterone compared to the other end of the spectrum who were destroying themselves just for a bit more muscle.
Though Jude still had other plans:
"Nah, I'm good, bro. But thanks for worrying, I an it."
Quinn and I almost said at the sa ti, "For real?/ You sure?"
He nodded a few tis, "If I get even a pound of muscle, I might lose my only running joke or special ability, no? And I don't even play basketball, heh."
I chuckled, "I guess— but at least increase your protein intake bit by bit."
"With cup noodles? How?"
Quinn cut in, "Add a few fucking eggs in it or slap on so pork chop. If that's too fatty have a side of chicken tenders or just straight-up steak chunks if you have 'em. What you're having, my dude, is just straight-up garbage, no offense. Have so real ran—" then she suddenly turned to , "You're part Japanese, right?"
I was a little taken aback from the question, "Sure. Why do you ask?"
"Can't you just make him a batch or two he could reheat then and again?"
"I could—"
Jude waved us off, "Please, no. I could barely figure out how to work the electric stove— thank the divines for microwaves, so yeah, I'mma stick to—"
Quinn suddenly picked him up with one hand before gently laid him down, "Nuh-uh. I'm strong as fuck but you're severely underweight. How much do you weigh— Wait, don't tell … 39 kilos?"
Jude was still confused by getting lifted up with one hand, "I don't even know— The fuck, you could throw across the street like it's nothing!"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "With your weight? That's barely an achievent. But yeah, if you're that bad at making food— no, working the stove. Learn to fucking al prep. That shouldn't be an excuse for your garbage diet. I know my words are harsh but you really should listen to us."
Jude had never been so much of a hypocrite, "al prep? Cooking als in advance? Isn't it better to have freshly made food?"
Quinn and I rolled our eyes at the sa ti as I said, "The only thing you prep beforehand is hot water and maybe even so boiled eggs. And if you want to move from a .22 LR to a 5.56, a little bit of muscle on your body will allow you to do just that. You know it pays to not be a lazy fuck once in a while, no?"
"Hey! I'm not lazy! I-I just have selective needs!"
"Uh-huh~ Still, all those ti you spent sneaking around everyone's bases, you should put so of that to improving yourself. Cardio's good and all—the best, even since it's one of the sacred rules but you gotta have more options with you, alright? Again, don't worry… we'll start with sothing small like adding chicken balls to your ran—"
"CHICKEN BALLS?! THE FUCK?!"
I facepald, "I ant not actual chicken balls— You know, ground up chicken turned to balls! It'd be cooked beforehand so while they're frozen or dried, you just have to drop them in the soup while you're making your cup noodles! Better yet, learn to fucking make your own broth as well!"
"Sure… H-How do I start? I might ask Jade for help though—"
"I don't mind! Make it a family activity!"
Easily enough, I gave Jude and Jade a very quick and easy recipe for actual ran that'd be much, much better than the cup noodles he'd always have every single fucking day.
It would always start with the broth made from chicken bones he'd set aside from making the chicken balls—and it was as easy as putting them in a pot of boiling water, adding soy sauce as the base with different kinds of seasoning.
And as he was an expert on boiling water, it wouldn't take much work but the waiting ti for the broth to cook would definitely be longer than three minutes.
However, Jude actually looked intrigued about the amount of shit he could change up to modify the broth to his tastes because the motherfucker was actually mixing and matching the flavor packets.
"How long does it need to boil exactly?"
"Depends? It's usually a few hours but that's sothing you'd have to sacrifice to have sothing much, much better. How are you on making your own noodles?"
Jude looked at like I was an idiot, "Want to just dunk my head in this pot and end it all?"
Jade stifled a laugh, "You're just making the best version of your favorite food! And he's helping you—"
"I thought we'd start small?! How can making chicken balls turn to making my own broth and noodles?!"
"You just have to go all-in in so of these things, alright?! If you're making it in batches, you can always do it twice a month and go from there! It wouldn't hurt you to spend a few hours of your life doing this!"
"But that's the beauty of cup noodles, three minutes and you're done! I just add whatever the hell I want to it and go from there!"
"We'll see…"
"We'll see what?!"
"We'll see."
Funnily enough, even if Kaley wanted to "tuck her in" for the night, I spend maybe four hours with Jude—though Jade had to sleep for her kid's well-being—and let's just say I easily converted, mostly, a cup noodle enjoyer to a real authentic ran connoisseur.
It was because once I gave Jude a very simple bowl I made with very simple ingredients, all it took was one sip of the broth and one mouthful of noodles for this disappearing motherfucker to cry tears of joy and bow down to , and proclaim his love for real noodles.
But yeah, we still had to compromise because he was still a flight risk and he'd have to still eat garbage from ti to ti.
However, with easily made chicken balls available to him, he'd at least have a higher protein intake compared to just straight-up carbs and random-ass seasonings.
"What if I don't have a food processor though?"
"You grab a cleaver and get so exercise."
"Can't I just use the chicken as is?"
"If you can mold it into a ball, sure."
"Then why make it a ball in the first place?"
"Cause you don't eat fucking chicken in the first place too!"
"Ah— My bad… Right, right… Turning them into balls like these just makes it easier for consumption and traveling, huh?"
"That's the point."
"Hmm… and I just have to either fry them or— wait, they're already cooked, right? So I just dump them in while reheating the soup?"
"Yeah. But you can still fry them if you want them a little crispy. Just put them in a small plate for later so they don't get soggy."
"Right, right… Thanks, dude. You know, for finding the ti to teach this stuff…"
I cringed a little, "C-Can… Can we not do that shit?"
Jude nodded a ton of ti, "Yep— M-My sister just made do that… Eugh— Never again."
So yeah, after we parted ways, I made my way to where my group was and they were all in the roof with a few lamps lighting the surroundings. While it'd be more comfortable for each of us to sleep in a soft bed, everyone just unanimously decided to set up our tents in a circle and just have comforters inside.
With the cold breeze blowing from ti to ti, they greatly appreciated the bone broth—or should I say the ran broth I brought up with and it was gone in less than 60 seconds.
However, it was maybe 20— no, around the 30-minute mark when we noticed a fire going off from a distance and it was at the location of this tall condominium way, way~ further out. It seed to be a gas leak of so sort—but it could be anything, really—but the first thing I did was contact Iskoh and see if they had setup an outpost in that area and if they needed reinforcents.
Though I was t with a few assurances:
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*bzzt*
[No, it's okay. It's too dangerous to send people over there now but we laid several traps in that unit since it's infested with the undead.]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Uh-huh. I'll have sothing check it out still."
*bzzt*
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