Time flew by. Two weeks went by in a flash, and it was the fourth year and third month of Shenyuan. Spring returned to the north, and the countryside was gradually taken over by greenery.
These days, after the Culinary God's Realm was stabilized, everything was fine. Nothing big happened.
Fang Ning could finally slack off again. The System was in the midst of cultivation, utilizing all its threads in its attempt to reach breakthrough of a method to the God level, and so it had no time for him.
At first, he persevered with only his self-discipline to rein himself in, but his efforts began to falter after a short while when Sir still did not speak to him.
And so he continued to waver between regret and pleasure.
'I should have fun for a day and start work tomorrow…
'One more day, and I'll start getting busy tomorrow…
'Oops, I had a tad too much fun today! I feel so guilty. Maybe I should get back to work now…'