"What’s up?" Nangong Lin raised an eyebrow, "Mr. John, do you need something?"
"Miss, please don’t be so formal." John was startled and hastily bowed, "Just call me John from now on."
"Oh." Nangong Lin scratched her head, "Is there something you need from me?"
"Well, sort of." John cautiously replied, "His Highness is on a drip."
"Huh?" Nangong Lin raised her eyebrows in surprise, "A drip? Why?"
Wasn’t he fine when we got back just now? Oh, wait, he did look a bit pale, but this is kind of baffling.
He didn’t do anything, why would he suddenly need that?
"It’s like this." John respectfully answered, "His Highness has always followed the most scientific routine for his eating habits since he was young, which has developed into the habit of precise food intake and a stable sleep schedule. As a result, his stomach has become particularly delicate and sensitive. Eating a little more or a little less can make him uncomfortable.
He especially can’t overeat, as overeating increases the strain on his stomach, so..."
Nangong Lin scratched her head, somewhat understanding, and blinked innocently, "John, didn’t he skip breakfast? Five sticks of fried dough and two cups of soy milk seem fine for a man, I think."
Nangong Lin was somewhat twisting the truth, mainly because she didn’t want to take the blame, so she shrugged it off if she could.
"His Highness already ate." John quickly responded, "He ate when he saw you before leaving."
Nangong Lin: "Ah, what, that early?"
It was no later than six when she left, and he had already eaten!
As you know, it’s autumn now, the weather is cooling down, and there was even a thin mist this morning. It’s surprising that Alvin wakes up earlier than the chickens.
"Yes. His Highness’s schedule is always very precise." John respectfully replied, "He gets up at five-thirty in the morning to practice singing and exercising, has breakfast at six, lunch at twelve, dinner at five in the afternoon, a snack at eight in the evening, goes to bed at nine-thirty, and falls asleep by ten."
Nangong Lin: "!!!"
Speaking of this, John couldn’t help but admire Alvin, who was exceptionally skilled at adjusting to time zones.
If he had already slept in B Country and came to the Empire when it was night, he could still sleep again!
"Oh, oh." Nangong Lin nodded, "So, what you mean by coming to see me is to ask me not to give your Highness any more food in the future?"
John: "..."
Why does it feel like Miss Nangong has gone off track?
What does she mean by not giving His Highness food in the future?
Sigh, the logic of Miss Nangong is always a beat slower for him.
"I didn’t mean that." John hastily explained, "I just wanted to inform Miss Nangong, and also, I would like to invite you over to see His Highness, he’s currently on a drip."

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