The villagers were stunned as they ate the dishes.

Actually, in the past, being poor wasn't anything shameful. But doesn't Erquan's wife keep saying they're from a wealthy family?

This banquet was even prepared by an outside chef, so why did it turn out so stingy and shabby?

Granny Zhao was so angry she almost threw her chopsticks down. Zhao Facai glared at her.

Granny Zhao held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark: "Did you forget to put the meat in?"

"Eat up!" Zhao Facai stuffed a piece of radish into her mouth.

"Pah! You know I hate radishes the most, why won't you give me a piece of meat?" She glared at him.

"Isn't that what we're talking about?!" Zhao Facai roared.

With his roar, the entire room fell silent.

Zhao Facai quickly covered his mouth.

Ye Er ate his vegetarian dishes with a completely expressionless face, as if everything happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

Ye Peng felt utterly humiliated and couldn't help but glance at Wei Shi.

Madam Wei's face turned extremely ugly, and she slammed her hand on the table, exclaiming, "Those cooks... I don't know how they do their jobs! I paid them so much money, and they served this kind of food! I'm going to talk to them right now!"

With that, he stormed off to the kitchen.

The cooks were washing pots and finishing up when they saw Mr. Wei. The head chef, a plump man in his thirties, smiled and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Is this how you serve food?" Madam Wei started yelling at everyone she saw. "A whole table of dishes, with just a few pieces of meat on top and all vegetables underneath. You've completely humiliated me!"

The head chef was immediately displeased: "So what do you want? When you came to me a few days ago, I told you that when other wealthy families hold banquets, a table costs at least 600 coins to be considered respectable. You're only offering 280 coins for this table, and you want eight meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. You should be grateful if I even serve you any food!"

"Stop babbling on! Do you think meat and vegetables are free? Or that oil, salt, and rice come from the wind? Don't we get paid for our work? If you don't have money, why are you pretending?"

Mrs. Wei was so angry she nearly fell backward: "You said it was okay back then..."

"I did say it was okay. But I also told you it would cost 280 coins per table, and the portions of meat and vegetables would be very small, and you still said it was okay!"

"you......"

Mr. Wei was practically jumping up and down in anger.

She thought to herself, since she had already agreed, eight meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, how small could the portions be? There would still be more than half meat. At worst, the meat wouldn't be that fresh.

Who would have thought that this damn cook could make it look so awful!

Mrs. Wei's voice trembled as she said, "No, you have to redo it for me!"

The cook scoffed, "What are you thinking? You think you can just make it like that? We don't even have any vegetables left, how are we supposed to make it?"

Mr. Wei's vision went black.

Another older cook stepped forward: "If your village has chickens and ducks, you can buy some and add one chicken and one duck to each table."

Mrs. Wei gritted her teeth and said, "Do it this way, add a chicken and a duck to each table."

The cook said, "Alright. You can buy the chicken and duck yourself, and I'll just charge you a processing fee of 30 coins per dish."

Mrs. Wei was heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do.

I can't bear to lose face like this!

After the villagers had been eating for a while, they saw Madam Wei come out, along with several cooks.

The cooks apologized to the villagers, saying they had made a mistake and misread the order. They explained that these were two auspicious days, and another village was having a banquet the next day, but that family was stingy and only paid 280 coins per table.

The Wei family offered 680 coins per seat, but they got it mixed up.

Now we're going to add two more large meat dishes for everyone.

Mrs. Wei quickly pulled Mrs. Du and Old Lady Ye into the house and asked them to help her buy chickens and ducks.

Wei said, "Sister-in-law, you raise quite a lot of chickens and ducks, right? When I visited your house last time, I saw that you had more than twenty chickens and seven or eight ducks."

Du said, "Alright. I won't charge you extra money. I'll sell it to you the same price as outside: 20 coins per catty for chicken and 18 coins per catty for duck."

Mrs. Wei almost vomited blood. They were sisters-in-law, yet they were selling it for such a high price!

But in her current predicament, Madam Wei had no choice but to reluctantly agree: "Okay."

So he went to the Du family's house and caught more than twenty chickens and ducks, and then went to Uncle Ye, Ye Lizheng and Tie Niu's houses to buy more.

Because they made money, these families raised a lot of chickens and ducks, and caught enough of them.

The cooks worked quickly, stir-frying the chicken and duck, and the dishes were on the table in no time.

With these two large meat dishes, the feast finally looked presentable.

Because of this oversight, the villagers dared not accept too many gifts, only taking a small amount before returning them, saying a few words with each return:

"I don't know how those cooks did their jobs, turning my wedding banquet into this mess."

The villagers: "......"

......

Ye Caiping was having a meal with her two daughters.

After enjoying braised chicken with abalone and bamboo shoots, each person also had a bowl of bird's nest soup.

After finishing her meal, Ye Caiping went to the courtyard to play with the dog.

At this moment, Granny Zhao ran in: "Cai Ping."

Ye Caiping put down the foxtail grass: "Hmm. Auntie, have you finished the feast? Why are you so late? By the way, where are my parents?"

Logically, they should be back by now.

"You have no idea how ridiculous that banquet was." Granny Zhao chuckled and then recounted the whole story of the wedding feast. "I don't believe a word of it that the cook was to blame."

"That 280 coins per table belongs to their family!"

"Let alone this banquet, even if we wanted to hold a decent banquet in the past, it would cost 300 coins per table for five meat dishes and three vegetable dishes. But she did it for less than 300 coins! She even prepared eight meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, and she even hired someone from outside to cook them."

Ye Caiping raised an eyebrow. As expected of the Wei family, this was indeed her style!

In the past, when she was stingy, Ye Erquan would always pull her back and make amends. Now that Ye Erquan has completely ignored her, she's become a laughing stock.

Suddenly, Granny Zhao asked cautiously, "Um, where's Jin'er?"

Today is Ye Peng's wedding, and she really wants to know how Jin'er is doing.

After all, Ye Peng had pressured her to get married before.

"Grandma Zhao is looking for me?" Ye Jin'er came out of the room, yawning. "I was just about to take a nap."

When Granny Zhao saw that Ye Jin'er had let her hair down, her face was still as radiant as ever, her eyes were clear, and she showed no signs of fatigue.

Clearly, they don't care about Ye Peng at all.

Granny Zhao: "Today is Ye Peng's wedding..."

Ye Jin'er: "Oh, I know. But our family has practically severed ties with theirs. We only keep in touch with my second uncle and Yinhua."

“We’ll go to Yinhua’s wedding next time. But Ye Peng… forget it, I always feel like he’s not thinking straight.”

Listening to Ye Jin'er's words, Granny Zhao nodded: "Yes, that's right. When he rushed out that day and said he had stripped Wei Xiaojuan's clothes off, I thought he was out of his mind."

After chatting casually for a few more minutes, Granny Zhao left.

She understood now.

Ye Peng was still stuck in the mud, struggling, but Ye Jin'er had long since stopped taking him seriously and considered him a thing of the past.

That's right, Ye Peng's mind is not clear, it's like he's swallowed a pile of dung.