The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

Ji Cheng looked at Fang Ping, without saying anything, but the expression on his face said a thousand words.

Fang Ping stopped Ji Cheng and laughed: "Brother Ji Shu, are you here to see me?"

Ji Cheng: "No, I'm not."

Fang Ping: "Brother, you are so busy and still come to see me, I'm so touched!!"

Ji Cheng: "..."

Fang Ping looked around and said nervously: "But brother, your current fame, will it be affected if you are photographed by paparazzi?"

Ji Cheng: "..."

He asked: "Then I'll go?"

Fang Ping immediately pushed Ji Cheng and turned to walk into the building: "Brother, you have worked so hard all the way here. I will take you upstairs to sit down now!!"

Ji Cheng: "..."

Fang Ping didn't buy any food, pushed Ji Cheng upstairs to his own home, and then moved out the remaining stock in the refrigerator and went into the kitchen-they have known each other for a while, and he still knows what Ji Cheng likes.

Although Ji Cheng's intention to come here at mealtime is also quite obvious

The sound of cooking fumes rang out in the kitchen, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very conscious and did not go in to help - otherwise Fang Ping's house would be in danger.

He walked around the house. Fang Ping's house was not large, and the location and decoration were incomparable to Ji Shu's high-end apartment in a prime location, but the whole house was clean and tidy, and it could be seen that its owner took good care of it, which was completely different from the mess in Ji Shu's apartment when Ji Cheng first came to this world.

From the small details, Fang Ping's retirement should not be a supporting behavior after he suffered a blow. It is even better to say that this is something he had decided long ago. Taking this action now is just because the other party thinks the right time has come.

Fang Ping's movements were quite quick. Even though he hadn't prepared anything when he took Ji Cheng upstairs, he came out half an hour later with three freshly cooked dishes and a soup, and excitedly called Ji Cheng: "Come and eat, brother!"

The two sat down at the table, and Ji Cheng asked thoughtfully: "Are you going to quit the entertainment industry?"

Fang Ping nodded smoothly: "Yes."

He was calm and a little playful, and he didn't look sad at all: "I've been in the entertainment industry for so many years. Although my popularity has always been hard to describe... I've actually made a lot of money."

He stretched out his arms and made a gesture that looked a bit like a hug: "For example, this house was earned by me."

"Anyway, I don't have any ambitions, and I haven't experienced as much as you, brother," Fang Ping noticed Ji Cheng's expression when he said this. Seeing that Ji Cheng's expression was not fluctuating, he continued, "So it's good enough to make enough money. After so many years in this circle, I have long realized that I am not suitable for this place. After all, my singing and dancing skills are here, cough cough..."

"Anyway, I have saved enough money now, and I can do something I really like."

Ji Cheng subconsciously said in a strange tone: "Maintain world peace?"

Fang Ping: "Ah, that's not the case."

"I'm just planning to open a restaurant," he scratched the back of his head a little shyly, "I like cooking, and I have made money in the circle over the years. When the time comes, I will buy a store and be my own chef. I think with my cooking skills, I should not be short of food, right?"

Fang Ping's cooking skills are of course impeccable. From the personal experience of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it is even better than the private chef near his home.

It can even be said that it is precisely because of this guy's excellent cooking skills that the two of them have their current friendship - after all, although Fang Ping is quite optimistic, he is not really a smart person, and sometimes he is so talkative that he is annoying. According to Ji Cheng's usual personality, he will be perfunctory to such people. Although he can't be said to hate him, he definitely has no interest in getting to know him in depth.

Although Ji Cheng has some new views on Fang Ping now.

It's a bit strange to say: he actually saw some shadows of Ji Nanling in Fang Ping.

Ji Nanling, the former Emperor of Heaven, can be regarded as the father of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince - although they are not related by blood, Ji Cheng was indeed raised by Ji Nanling. He is better than his biological father.

Unlike Ji Cheng's usual careless personality, Ji Nanling is calm and reliable. He is the kind of person who everyone thinks will be fine no matter what happens as long as he stands there.

Unfortunately, a small change happened later and Ji Nanling died.

Then the God of Destiny and others began to urge His Royal Highness the Crown Prince day and night, hoping that he could inherit the Taoist tradition of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven as soon as possible and shoulder the difficult life of the fate of the creatures in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

In comparison, Fang Ping is definitely not as wise and capable as Ji Nanling - the former is an idol who has been in the entertainment industry for three years but still can't sing or dance, while the latter is the most talented and charismatic practitioner in the history of the Ten Thousand Worlds.

But it's quite magical to say that when Fang Ping shouted "The dream is world peace", Ji Cheng suddenly thought of Ji Nanling.

I have worked hard (chi) (he) (wan) (le) in these small worlds for hundreds of years. I have seen people who are obsessed with interests, people who are serious and progressive, and people who eat, drink and have fun all day long and have nonsense in their minds. But Fang Ping is indeed the first one to shout the slogan "The dream is world peace" in front of Ji Cheng - perhaps more than that, the energy he has in being content with being ordinary is a bit similar to Ji Nanling.

Although the difference is that Ji Nanling is not ordinary at all.

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And there is no Fang Ping who talks too much.

After the meal, Fang Ping talked about a lot of things, from his own lack of singing and dancing to his love of cooking, and then expanded to some current situations in the entertainment industry. In the end, the topic went around in circles and returned to Ji Cheng.

At that time, he patted Ji Cheng's shoulder with a sad tone: "Brother, I will not stay in this entertainment industry anymore. You must inherit my legacy and become famous! Big star!"

When he said this, his other empty hand was raised up in a cooperative manner, and his posture was as standard as a cheerleader.

Ji Cheng: "..."

So since he can get drunk by drinking fruit beer, why would this guy keep this kind of thing at home?

When he left, Fang Ping had already fallen on the sofa and started to cry because he was too drunk. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince piled a few pillows on him to keep him warm in the spirit of humanitarianism. After leaving, he called Dong Ye.

A manager is searching for today's chicken soup - because this behavior has been going on for almost a month, the top results displayed by the search engine have basically been forwarded by him: "Hello?"

Ji Cheng said lazily: "Brother Dong, I just counted with my fingers and found that today is an auspicious day."

Dong Ye was a little confused: "Huh?"

He hesitated: "...You mean, Fang Ping's retirement is a good day?"

Ji Cheng: "..."

He closed the door, pressed the elevator button, and put on his sunglasses and mask again while waiting for the elevator: "Didn't you say last time that the company spent a lot of money to renovate the recording studio? It happens that I am free today, I can go and take a look - if the recording studio is also empty, I can use it directly."

"It happens that I have prepared more than a dozen new songs here, which should be enough to put together a new album."