Five years have passed in a flash and the world has flourished again.

All of these are ripening, not natural growth. If you really need to rely on natural growth, you don’t know how long you have to wait.

"Uncle, are you leaving?" Liu Ping, 22, looked at Chen Xiyi and asked.

Chen Xiyi nodded: "It's time to go, everything has been on track, and I have to rely on you in the future. I can no longer help you."

"Can you not leave?" Over the years, Liu Ping has relied on Chen Xiyi. Now that Chen Xiyi wants to leave, he is reluctant to leave.

"You are twenty-two years old and no longer a child. You have your way, and I have mine, right?" Chen Xiyi said.

"I understand, I won't let you down, uncle." Liu Ping's tone was full of perseverance.

"Don't look like you are separated from life and death. I will ask someone to bring you some new gadgets."

"I hope you can reach the realm of the No. 1 God of Food as soon as possible. After all, this is the world of the chef and yours."

Chen Xiyi's voice came into Liu Ping's ears.
Chapter completed!