When the three of them returned to the private room, most of the dishes had been served.

"How is it? Is the Sanbuzhan delicious?" Mr. Cen invited Qingtian to sit next to him and then asked.

"It's delicious." Qingtian said, and then he glanced at Mrs. Ye secretly, and then whispered to Mr. Cen, "Mom's cooking is not as delicious as Grandpa Dong's."

As soon as Mr. Cen heard it, he knew that it must be Dong Xunchang who asked Mrs. Ye to try it out.

He was very grateful in his heart, but he still couldn't say anything good.

"Of course. Old Dong has been doing this his whole life. If he can't do as well as your mother, who just learned it, he'd just give up the restaurant and give it to your mother."

"You are such a..." Dong Xunchang wanted to say that a dog can't spit out ivory, but seeing that there were children present, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. "Okay, everyone, eat the food while it's hot and taste the cooking skills of my disciples."

Fortunately, during the meal, Mr. Cen stopped arguing with Dong Xunchang and gave positive comments on several well-cooked dishes.

As for the other dishes that were not cooked well enough, he didn't say anything because Dong Xunchang could tell that with just one bite.

After lunch, Mr. Cen called his family to leave.

"Alright, let's go quickly so as not to delay Old Dong from teaching his disciples."

"You'd better leave quickly. I didn't get angry with them, but you did." Dong Xunchang made a gesture to drive people out.

Seeing this, Elder Cen smiled and said, "Why am I angry with you? Is it because my granddaughter is talented? Or is it because my great-granddaughter is smart and sensible?"

"Shut up and leave!" Dong Xunchang was really angry at this moment and felt like he had a headache.

After inspiring his old friend, Mr. Cen felt particularly cheerful and even hummed a tune while walking on the road.

Mrs. Ye took the opportunity to ask, "Grandpa, my father has finally returned. How about we take some time to have a family dinner and invite all your old friends over to have some fun together?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Cen suddenly looked at Mrs. Ye with surprise and asked, "Really? Do you agree to do this?"

Mr. Cen has never been a low-key person. After he found Mrs. Ye, he wanted to do this.

But at that time, Mrs. Ye was not very accepting of him, and he was afraid of angering her.

In addition, Meng Yu also kept advising him that Mrs. Ye was not someone who liked to show up in public, so it would be better for them to spend some time together and wait until they were familiar with each other before making any decision.

Later, although everyone got along better and better, Mr. Cen became increasingly busy and had no time to take care of this matter for a while.

Now that Mrs. Ye brought it up, the idea that had been buried deep in Mr. Cen's heart suddenly emerged.

Sister Ye was surprised and asked, "You haven't asked me about this, have you? When did I ever say I disagree?"

"No, no, I mean, I thought about it before, but I didn't mention it because I was afraid of upsetting you."

Elder Cen rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Meng Yu, go back and ask Mr. Jiang if you can rent the garden where he held the chrysanthemum banquet last time for me for a few days.

"Shi Lei, go look at the greenhouse flower fields around Beijing and find a reliable one to decorate the garden.

"Meng Yu, Mr. Jiang did a great job last time. When you go and ask him which company he found, ask him to recommend one to you!

"He already used the idea of using flowers in cooking last time. We can't just repeat what he did. We need to come up with something else..."

The more Mr. Cen spoke, the more excited he became. In the end, You Bin stopped him and said, "Dad, don't worry about this for now. Let's wait until Xiao Ying'er finishes the cooking competition!"

"If we can get a rank or something, we can celebrate together!"

"Yes, there's also a cooking competition!" Elder Cen then remembered, "Xiao Ying'er should have no problem getting a place.

After all, this is a competition that brings together chefs from all over the country. Even he wouldn't dare to brag that Mrs. Ye can take first place.

And based on the first competition, he felt that several people's cooking skills were better than Mrs. Ye's.

Fortunately, in this cooking competition, as long as you make it into the top ten, there will be rewards.

Although it is a bit difficult to get into the top ten, after his teaching over this period of time, if Mrs. Ye performs normally, there should be no problem.

So even though he said he would wait until Mrs. Ye's cooking competition was over before organizing it, after returning home, Mr. Cen still assigned a bunch of tasks to Shi Lei and Meng Yu.

"It has to be done anyway, so there's no harm in preparing early, so that we don't make mistakes when time is too tight."

On the way to Madam Lu's house, Qingtian discussed with Boss Ye, "Dad, I want to buy a gift for Mom after the cooking competition. What do you think?"

"That's great, your mother will definitely be very happy." Boss Ye was reminded by his daughter and wondered if he should prepare something as well.

But then he thought again, all his money is in his wife's hands, his pockets are cleaner than his face, and he still doesn't have as much money as his daughter.

It seems that if you want to prepare a gift, you can't just spend money, you have to put more thought into it.

So without Mrs. Ye knowing, the family was preparing to give her a surprise.

Qingtian discussed with Boss Ye all the way, but in the end they couldn't come to a conclusion.

The only gift Boss Ye could think of was jewelry.

When Mrs. Ye got married, her family was not well off, so they only gave her a pair of thin silver shrimp bracelets and a pair of silver earrings.

Not even a hairpin.

Over the years, Mrs. Ye has never complained, and she still wears the same pair of bracelets.

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