"Son, come here and drink the milk. It's good for calcium."
Wu Xiuhua pushed the door open and walked in, holding a glass of milk and placing it on the table.
"I'm 1.8 meters tall, and I'm still calcium deficient?" Ryan Chen closed the notebook and didn't take it seriously.
"I heard that we Orientals are calcium deficient all our lives, regardless of age. We are not like those foreigners, who have been nourished by milk, bread, eggs, steak, etc. since childhood, and are as full as piglets. How can they be the same? Drink it quickly."
Tons, tons, tons. He finished it in two bites and wiped his mouth casually.
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