But unexpectedly, Mrs. Ye’s cooking skills were so good that even this knowledgeable old man was conquered!

"Please wait a moment, I'll go over and ask." Jiang Zhongyou said, standing up and walking quickly towards the kitchen.

Jiang Zhongyou was very dissatisfied with Ye Hua's unauthorized decision.

After the couple had a quarrel, he never paid any attention to these things again.

So until now, he still doesn't know who this chef is.

But after eating so many dishes, Jiang Zhongyou also guessed that the other party must be a master chef with excellent skills.

He didn't dare to hope to be an imperial chef, but maybe because of his old age, the chef who returned to his hometown from the capital to retire would try to take on a few more banquets as much as he could.

So when Jiang Zhongyou walked into the kitchen, he looked around the room and skipped over Mrs. Ye Dasao and Mrs. Ye Sansao, thinking that they were both cooks who came to help.

But there was no one else in the kitchen except the two of them, let alone the elderly and skilled chef he had imagined.

Jiang Zhongyou had already drunk quite a bit of wine, and the wind had made him a little drunk. Standing at the kitchen door, he raised his chin and asked, "Where is your chef?"

Mrs. Ye looked over at him, thinking he was a guest coming to dinner today. Seeing that he was drunk, she was afraid he was looking for trouble, so she asked, "Excuse me, who are you? What do you want to talk to the chef about?"

Jiang Zhongyou said with a big tongue: "I, I came to ask, what dishes are there? Why, why haven't they been served yet?"

When she heard that they were just here to urge the food to be ready and not that there was any problem with the previous dishes, Mrs. Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She pointed at Sister Ye who was carefully arranging the dishes on the other side and said, "My sister-in-law is the head chef. The last two dishes are already being arranged and will be served soon."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhongyou looked in the direction of Ye Sansao's finger, only to see a woman in her thirties with her back to him, and he didn't know what she was busy with.

He scoffed loudly, "I'm looking for the chef who's cooking today, not the kitchen helper!

"Are you going to say that she cooked all the dishes today?

"If she has this ability, I, I..." Jiang Zhongyou muttered for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. He looked around the kitchen in a daze, and finally pointed at the stove and said, "I will eat all the ashes in the stove pit, and I won't even drink a sip of water!"

Mrs. Ye almost laughed out loud when she heard this. She coaxed him, "Okay, okay, go back first. The food will be served soon."

"I, I'm not going back!" Jiang Zhongyou had already forgotten what he came here for. "I have to see your chef before I leave."

Just at this moment, the person in charge of serving the dishes came back from outside and asked as soon as he entered the door: "Auntie Ye, are the next two dishes ready? They are urging us to order them!"

She often helps the villagers with such easy chores to earn some money.

But after working for a few years, this is the first time I have seen a situation where some plates are served and some are empty, and there is no food to supply at all.

After she urged Mrs. Ye, she realized that there was someone next to her. She turned around and saw that it was Jiang Zhongyou.

"Hey, you, the father-in-law, why are you here when you're not staying at home with your son-in-law and the guests?"

When Mrs. Ye heard that the drunkard was actually Ye Hua's husband, the man of the house, she was immediately glad that she had not said anything bad.

Otherwise, if they offend the boss and don’t pay them, then all their work today would be in vain.

The person who served the food wanted to persuade Jiang Zhongyou to go back, but Jiang Zhongyou was still stubborn and kept shouting that he wanted to see the chef.

After Mrs. Ye arranged the next dishes on the plate, she told everyone to serve them. Then she wiped her hands, walked over, took a look and said, "He must have drunk too much. I'll make him a bowl of sobering soup!"

The waiter first took out two plates of food and said, "I'll go serve the food and then call his wife over. We can't handle it, so let her handle it."

After a while, Ye Hua came over jogging.

As soon as Ye Hua entered the room, he saw Jiang Zhongyou following behind Mrs. Ye and chattering non-stop.

"You said you are a chef, right? Who can prove that you are a chef? Did you cook all those dishes today?

"I don't believe it! You look no more than thirty. Who did you learn this from? Aren't these things passed down from father to son, not from father to daughter?"

Ye Hua was so angry that he almost fell backwards. He walked up to him, grabbed him and tried to pull him out.

"Auntie Xiaohua, don't worry. I made some hangover soup. Let your uncle drink a bowl and sit down to rest for a while. He'll be fine in a while."

Mrs. Ye said as she scooped out a bowl of sobering soup from a small pot and handed it to Ye Hua.

Although Ye Hua was angry, he still stirred the hangover soup with a spoon and blew gently to dissipate the heat.

She even took the time to apologize to Mrs. Ye: "My family is like this. Once he drinks a little, he forgets his last name. If he says anything unpleasant, just ignore him. It's all up to me."

"Auntie Xiaohua, you're being too harsh. My uncle is drunk, and everything he says is just drunken talk. How can I argue with him?"

Ye Hua tried the hangover soup and found it was almost drinkable, so he handed it to Jiang Zhongyou and forced him to drink it all in one gulp.

After drinking the hangover soup, Jiang Zhongyou smacked his lips, savoring the taste: "What was that soup just now? It's quite delicious."

Ye Hua was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

He didn't ask for an answer, but just kept talking.

But after a while, the sobering soup took effect and Jiang Zhongyou gradually woke up.

He vaguely remembered what he had just done. He looked up and saw Ye Hua with a dark face. He immediately said apologetically: "I, I was forced to drink by them. I drank a little too much..."

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