After Escaping Famine, Three-Year-Old Fu Bao Became Everyone’s Favorite

During the famine, a sack of grain was traded for a little girl. Everyone thought the family had lost their minds.

But ever since they adopted little Qingtian, it was as if their lives had be...

Chapter 176 Could it be that the rumors back then were true?

"Mr. Cen, your words are too polite." After hearing this, Mr. Jiang felt a little worried.

Mr. Cen already had some misunderstandings about Madam You, and now he's in a bad mood. Wouldn't that affect his appreciation of Madam You's cooking skills?

But it was obviously too late to think about these things at this time, because the kitchen had already started serving the dishes one after another.

Every dish at the chrysanthemum banquet was improved by Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Ye together. Plus, they had just eaten it at the flower-viewing banquet yesterday, so Mr. Jiang naturally didn't find it new.

But Mr. Cen, who was eating these dishes for the first time, was really amazed.

This Miss You's cooking skills were much better than he had imagined, and he even felt a sense of familiarity when he tasted it.

"Did you help her come up with these dishes?" After tasting them one by one, Mr. Cen put down his chopsticks and asked Mr. Jiang.

"You really flatter me. If I had this ability, why don't I go to compete with you myself?

"Mrs. You already knows how to cook all the dishes. I just gave some suggestions on the presentation."

"Her skills are pretty good then, better than the ones I've been in contact with recently."

After hearing what Mr. Cen said, Mr. Jiang was overjoyed and said repeatedly, "I told you, it was all a misunderstanding before. Madam You is indeed not that kind of person."

"Okay, it's not impossible to give her a chance..."

Before Mr. Cen finished speaking, the kitchen suddenly brought up another bowl of pearl soup for some unknown reason.

If it is used as a staple food, there is nothing wrong with having a bowl of pearl soup.

But the appearance of this bowl of food served by the kitchen was really hard to describe.

The dish is called Pearl Soup because the noodles are small and round like pearls.

But the bowl of "pearl soup" in front of me has some big lumps and some small lumps. At first glance, it looks like a clam shell with pearls taken out is put into the pot and boiled.

Mr. Jiang was afraid that Mr. Cen would be angry because of this bowl of pearl soup, so he quickly winked at the servant, indicating that he should take it away immediately.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Elder Cen, who said, "Wait, bring this bowl of dumpling soup over here for me to see!"

Mr. Jiang thought to himself, this is not good. He is angry!

Just as he was racking his brains to think of how to smooth things over, Mr. Cen picked up the spoon, tasted the dumpling soup in the bowl, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Master Cen, what's wrong with you? Are you choking?" Mr. Jiang frantically reached out to help Master Cen pat his stomach. "These dough lumps are really too big. They can't be made by Madam You. The kitchen staff must have made a mistake."

But Elder Cen grabbed his hand and asked, "Who did this? Find the person here!"

"This..." Mr. Jiang was a little puzzled. Isn't it just a bowl of dumpling soup? Even if it wasn't done well, it shouldn't be like this, right?

Just when he was at a loss for words, Qiu Wei walked into the room quickly, carrying a bowl of normal-looking pearl soup. "Master Cen, Master, I'm sorry, the servant brought the wrong dish just now. This is the pearl soup for you two."

Upon hearing this, Elder Cen immediately let go of Mr. Jiang's hand and turned to ask Qiu Wei, "Who made the wrong dumpling soup? Bring them here immediately!"

Qiu Wei subconsciously looked at Mr. Jiang, but unexpectedly, Boss Cen got furious and asked, "What are you looking at him for? Can't you hear me?"

After saying this, Mr. Cen also looked at Mr. Jiang, as if to say, let me see how you handle it.

Mr. Jiang had no choice but to nod at Qiu Wei.

Qiu Wei then said, "Master Cen, this bowl of dumpling soup was also made by Madam You. It was just for our family's dinner, but who knew the servants brought it the wrong way..."

When he heard that this bowl of dumpling soup was made by Mrs. Ye, Mr. Cen's expression became even more complicated.

"You call her... No, you ask her to come over and tell her I have something to ask her."

Mr. Cen was furious just now, and his mood changed too quickly in just a few moments.

This time, Qiu Wei didn't dare to look openly. She could only glance at Mr. Jiang secretly out of the corner of her eyes, ready to act according to his instructions.

Mr. Jiang nodded again. No matter whether it was a blessing or a curse, at least he could help smooth things over.

Soon, Mrs. Ye was brought over.

"Mr. Jiang..."

"Madam You..."

Before Mrs. Ye could finish greeting the two, Elder Cen rushed in and asked, "Who was Madam You's teacher? Who did you learn cooking from?"

"I've never had a master. I learned cooking from my father."

When Mr. Cen heard this, the flesh on his face began to tremble.

Mr. Jiang was afraid that Mr. Cen would fall down in the blink of an eye, so he stood by and was ready to help him at any time.

I only heard Elder Cen ask in a trembling voice: "Then, what is your father's name?"

"My father?" Mrs. Ye was confused, but since it wasn't a secret, she said, "My father's name is You Sifang, but everyone in the village calls him You Yidao and praises his cooking skills."

"Traveling around, what a great traveler!" Elder Cen sighed with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes. "No wonder he hasn't come back for all these years. It turns out he had made up his mind a long time ago..."

After hearing this, not only Mr. Jiang, but even Mrs. Ye had already realized that something was wrong.

"Do you know my father?" asked Mrs. Ye.

Elder Cen looked at Mrs. Ye and asked, "Has your father never told you about his life story?"

Mrs. Ye shook her head blankly. "I only know that he learned cooking in the capital when he was young, and then he should have returned to his hometown outside the Great Wall to get married and have children, right?"

Elder Cen raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head and said, "In fact, my father's name is not You Sifang at all. His surname is You, and his given name is Bin.

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