"Mother Qiu Yi." Huang Yueping's mother, Yan, finally couldn't help asking after eating this. "Tell me the truth, where did you hire this chef from? How much did it cost?"

Jiang Qiuyi and Huang Yueping usually have the best relationship, so Ye Hua and Yan's relationship has always been good, and he also knows that Huang Yueping is going to get married next month.

So when he heard her ask this, he understood her thoughts, so he winked at her and whispered, "Don't say anything. I'll tell you in private later."

In fact, Ye Hua was almost speechless after eating so much.

She originally thought that Mrs. Ye was just someone who could make home-cooked dishes a little more refined and delicious, and since she came from outside the Great Wall, she could cook some fresh dishes that the locals had rarely eaten.

But if after eating until now, she still can't see that Mrs. Ye is actually a person with special skills, then she is really blind.

She also knew in her heart that this return banquet was like opening a door for Mrs. Ye.

There will definitely be a lot of people who will ask her to prepare banquets in the future, and her wages will naturally increase accordingly. It will not be the case that she can prepare five tables of food with just one or two taels of silver.

But Ye Hua knew that Yan's family was not well off, so he still wanted to help her. He planned to take Yan to book a banquet with Mrs. Ye while the others didn't know who the chef was.

It would be better if the price could still be one or two taels of silver. If the price is slightly increased, Yan should be able to accept it.

After all, Yan always felt that she owed her eldest daughter too much. Now that she was about to get married, she still hoped to give her a more glorious wedding.

Although Yan didn't know why Ye Hua couldn't say it here, she didn't ask any further questions and continued to eat.

Huang Yueping, who was eating in the west wing, had no idea what her mother was planning at the moment, and was yelling at the chrysanthemum tofu in the soup bowl.

"Qiu Yi, is the chef you hired a chef or a god?

"You can actually cut the tofu into this thin slice, so thin you can almost thread a needle through it!"

Qin Xiaolian couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "Why are you shouting? You look like you've never seen the world!"

"Oh, I haven't seen it on the market. Have you? Have you ever eaten a dish like this? I'm afraid you haven't even seen it!"