Invited

Ling Ping'an tried his best to distinguish left from right.

"Left hand?"

"Right hand?"

He hesitated. His mind was in a mess, and he had a lot of questions.

For a time, he had a lot of questions about which hand was left and which hand was right.

It looked ridiculous, but Ling Ping'an was already used to it.

Every time he went to a new place, this kind of situation would happen.

Not only was his sense of direction confused, his brain would also forget the concept of left and right.

Fortunately, he was lucky.

He actually met an acquaintance.

"Lingsang!"

"Lingsang!"

At the end of the hall, Fu Sang, who was wearing a plain white chef's uniform, saw him and immediately greeted him warmly.

"Thousand-night sauce!" Ling Ping'an smiled and walked over.

He felt that he was finally free.

"Lingsang! You're here in the capital!" Chiba Michiko bowed deeply.