Zheng Xitong laughed heartily and didn't say anything more.
Xiang Wenhua shook his head, looked at Liu Zhizhong, and said, "The chef you hired is quite skilled, but alas, he's not my little brother Zhizhong, sigh..."
After speaking, he prepared to turn and leave the kitchen.
But at this moment, Liu Zhizhong suddenly spoke up, "Uncle Xiang, I am truly Zhizhong, I'm still alive, and I've returned to solve the Southern problem."
"Oh damn..."
Xiang Wenhua had already turned his head, but upon hearing Liu Zhizhong's voice, he cursed on the spot and turned back.
He stared blankly at Liu Zhizhong, who smiled at him with a face full of emotions, putting down the spatula, wiping his hands on an apron as he walked over, eyes brimming with excitement.
Xiang Wenhua was stunned and exclaimed, "Uncle Zheng, where did you find this dark-skinned lookalike to comfort me? Wow, even though it's a joke, thank you for your thoughtfulness!"
