Seeing Tang Ping, Lin Xian was a bit surprised and asked curiously, "Didn't you go back?"
Tang Ping grinned naively and explained, "After I resigned, I carried forward with Ying Qi in
Yang City!"
"Not bad!"
Lin Xian nodded, immediately understanding.
Tang Ping slightly turned to the side, gesturing, "Mr. Lin, this way please, the banquet will start in half an hour!"
He remembered that the last two times Lin Xian came to Yang City, the woman beside him seemed not to be the one in front of him now, but he sensibly did not ask.
As a former private detective, he still had some sharpness.
The decoration of Jirui Building is quite retro, with a special touch of Yang City.
At this time, the hall had been rearranged.
The spacious hall had been completely transformed into a competition venue.
Several people wearing chef uniforms were seated in the audience seats on both sides.
And at the very front of the competition venue, there are five main seats.
