The assistant looked at Zhao Rong in surprise and said, "Brother Zhao Rong, did that bottle of old yogurt grant you magical powers? How did your pecs get so developed?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong immediately glanced down at his chest. He hadn't noticed before, but one look was enough to give him a shock. His once-firm pectoral muscles had suddenly gone slack, drooping all the way down to his navel.
Lili covered her eyes and said in horror, "Brother Zhao Rong, how did you grow breasts? And they look like they belong to a woman over fifty..."
Yu Lan noticed that the beard on Zhao Rong's chin was gone. His formerly tanned, rough skin had instantly become fair, tender, and so smooth it looked like a single touch could break it. She gasped and stared at him in disbelief. "Brother Zhao Rong, where did your beard go? And your skin... it's become so smooth, even better than ours..."
