Liang Jingxian didn't have much to do, so he just watched TV in the room, waiting for Fang Bing. Roughly two hours later, Fang Bing finally returned.
"How did the talk go?" Liang Jingxian, seeing Fang Bing, took her bags off her and asked.
"Not very optimistic, it might be that this trip was really in vain," Fang Bing sighed softly.
In fact, the lamb used by Happy Little Kitchen had never caused any problems, but Fang Bing was still not fully satisfied and just wanted to break through.
Ingredients were undoubtedly one of the best breakthrough points.
But just as she started to harbor this thought, it was nipped in the bud.
"What do you mean? Didn't you even get to talk?" Liang Jingxian frowned slightly.