On the farm, Li Chunhua had to bid the elf goodbye for her grocery trip.
Long Haoran was waiting at the threshold of the fence's entrance while suspiciously observing the tall trees surrounding the gang leader's territory, wondering why it had turned into a forest all of a sudden.
He had only rested for a few hours, and this much had changed.
[You've received a message from your friend, Great Romantic Sage.]
Long Haoran glanced at the direction in which his gang leader headed. The chumpet crop had been bugging his mind, as well as those massive supplies. As an outsider with a huge debt and his hopeless career as a life-employed cook, he was sensible not to ask, but he needed to confirm some things.
[Great Romantic Sage]: Brother, I've grown molds waiting for your reply. You always left me hanging.
Long Zurui grumpily spoke.
[Dumpling Duke]: Did any of the players in the global chat mention Chumpet?
