When Liu Wenhui and the others finished eating and walked out of the restaurant, someone happened to arrive in Chengdu in a hurry.
"Sigh, I'm really getting old. In the past, I felt so energetic just by standing beside the stove all day long. I can't do it anymore." Ding Yang felt as if steel bars had been placed on his waist. He hammered his old waist and felt a little better.
"It's not a matter of age. Young people can't take long flights. " Du Yundong comforted her.
"Old du, you're still not willing to admit defeat." Ding Yang couldn't help but ask.
"I've only admitted defeat twice in my life. The first time was because I didn't get into college, and the second time was because I didn't know how to use a knife and fork. Why should I be convinced by him? Even I can stand beside the cooking bench for a whole day now, which many chefs can't do. " Du Yundong spoke first.
