Meng Qingjiu gave a general overview of how the cooperation would work, and she would discuss the details with Ye Zhaoyu after she went back and organized them.
"Okay, you can take your time to pack. Let's go eat." Ye Zhaoyu wasn't in a hurry. The market wasn't fully open yet; it only offered preferential treatment to returning overseas Chinese.
"Okay, what are we going to eat? What's good to eat?" Meng Qingjiu's eyes lit up immediately when she heard about food.
There are so many delicious things to eat in China. She ate all kinds of Chinese cuisine at the hotel every day. It was the first time she had ever known that there were so many delicious foods.
Ye Zhaoyu took Meng Qingjiu to a private restaurant.
The private restaurant is located in a small alley, only serving regular customers, and only two tables of guests per day.
However, they always keep the door open to welcome Ye Zhaoyu whenever she comes.
"Auntie, it's been a long time." Ye Zhaoyu led Meng Qingjiu into the courtyard and saw Wang Xiaojing sitting at the entrance preparing ingredients.
"Little Fish Son, you're back? When did you get back?" When Wang Xiaojing saw that it was Ye Zhaoyu, a surprised smile immediately appeared on her face. She put her things on the ground, took Ye Zhaoyu's hand, and walked into the house.
"Yes, I'm back. I missed you all, so I came to see you." Ye Zhaoyu hugged Wang Xiaojing's hand affectionately.
"You still have such a sweet tongue. You must be craving your uncle's cooking!"
"As expected, I couldn't escape my aunt's eyes." Ye Zhaoyu looked as if she had been seen through.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Wang Xiaojing warmly took the two women's hands and led them to sit down on the sofa in the living room. Ye Zhaoyu then introduced Wang Xiaojing and Meng Qingjiu to each other.
"Auntie, let me introduce you. This is a friend I just met. Her name is Meng Qingjiu. Qingjiu, this is my aunt, my mom's adopted sister."
"Hello, Auntie." Meng Qingjiu stood up and greeted Wang Xiaojing in a generous manner.
"Sake, may I call you that? Welcome to my home," Wang Xiaojing said with a smile, her eyes revealing a touch of warmth and kindness.
“Yes, Auntie.” Meng Qingjiu nodded to indicate that there was no problem.
"Xiaoyu'er, you and Qingjiu stay here for a while. I'll go tell your uncle to cook a couple more dishes for you to eat." Wang Xiaojing had many questions for Ye Zhaoyu, but seeing that she had brought friends over, she guessed that she wanted to treat her to a meal, so she didn't ask and chose to make the arrangements first.
"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Auntie." Ye Zhaoyu didn't stand on ceremony.
From a young age, Ye Lingge often brought Ye Zhaoyu here to eat.
Wang Xiaojing and her husband knew that Ye Lingge and her daughter couldn't cook, so they knew they would only leave after eating, and occasionally they would bring two friends over to eat as well.
"My uncle is a descendant of the imperial chefs, and his cooking is exceptionally delicious. You should try it then," Ye Zhaoyu explained to Meng Qingjiu.
"Really? Then I'm really lucky today," Meng Qingjiu said with delight.
When Meng Qingjiu saw Ye Zhaoyu taking her to someone else's house for dinner, she found it a little strange. But now that she heard that Ye Zhaoyu was a descendant of the imperial chef, she was no longer surprised at all and was only thinking about what to eat.
"Let me tell you, my uncle's place only serves two tables of guests a day, one at noon and one in the evening. You can't get a table without a reservation. What they serve is whatever the guests eat; there's no menu," Ye Zhaoyu shared with Meng Qingjiu about the place's unique features.
"Xiao Yu'er, when did you get back?" A loud male voice could be heard from outside the living room before she even entered.
Ye Zhaoyu and Meng Qingjiu looked towards the door, and soon a man with a buzz cut and a spoon appeared in the living room.
"Uncle, I just got back. I was craving your cooking, so I brought some friends over for dinner." Ye Zhaoyu said, seeing that it was her uncle.
"Okay, you wait here, I'll be right there to cook." With that, the man hurried off.
Ye Zhaoyu and Meng Qingjiu were left to chat in the living room.
Wang Xiaojing's family consists of only four people: two who work and two who go to school.
Guests usually arrive early and take care of themselves, without needing Wang Xiaojing and her husband to entertain them.
Ye Zhaoyu was worried that Meng Qingjiu wouldn't be used to this style, so she made a special explanation to avoid her thinking that others didn't value her.
The two were chatting and laughing in the living room.
"Didn't you say you were only hosting one table of people? Who invited them?" Lin Miaoyin's expression immediately changed when she saw Ye Zhaoyu and Meng Qingjiu.
Upon hearing Lin Miaoyin's words, Huo Jianan turned to look at Ye Zhaoyu and Meng Qingjiu sitting in the living room. His eyes lit up, and he immediately approached Ye Zhaoyu, saying happily, "Zhaozhao, you're here too! Are you here for dinner? Chef Wang only accepted my reservation today, so you can eat with us."
"No need, the two of us can eat it." Ye Zhaoyu politely declined.
"You probably don't know, do you? Chef Wang is a descendant of the imperial chefs. He only serves two tables of guests a day. We made a reservation more than a month in advance. You said it's just the two of you, aren't you afraid of being kicked out by Chef Wang?" Lin Miaoyin kindly explained to Ye Zhaoyu, who looked completely ignorant.
"Yes, Zhao Zhao, you should eat with us. It wouldn't look good if you got kicked out later." Huo Jian'an
"Whether I get to eat or not is none of your concern." Ye Zhaoyu was a little annoyed with the two of them, and turned to Meng Qingjiu and said, "Let's go wait in the private room! There are flies here, it's annoying."
After Ye Zhaoyu finished speaking, she stood up first and prepared to go to the private room.
"A small private room? Don't you know that Chef Wang only has one large private room? There are no small private rooms here. You're just putting on airs." Lin Miaoyin found Ye Zhaoyu's words even more ridiculous and couldn't help but laugh.
"Is she suffering from delusions?" Meng Qingjiu asked Ye Zhaoyu.
Seeing that the Wang family had a good relationship with Ye Zhaoyu, reserving a small private room for her wasn't a big deal.
"He might really be sick."
"Brother Jian'an, Sister Zhaoyu and this woman are calling us sick." Lin Miaoyin immediately cried to Huo Jian'an, leaning limply against him.
"Don't lean on me, it'll cause misunderstandings." Huo Jian'an saw Lin Miaoyin leaning on him and quickly helped her stand up straight before saying to Ye Zhaoyu, "Grandpa will be coming to eat today, so you can come with us. Grandpa will be very happy."
"I'll find time to visit Grandpa Huo. Right now, I have something to discuss with my friend." After saying that, Ye Zhaoyu pulled Meng Qingjiu to the small room that her aunt had specially reserved for the mother and daughter.
It's disgusting to run into these two people even while having a meal.
Huo Jianan was afraid that Ye Zhaoyu would offend Chef Wang, so he followed her. When Lin Miaoyin saw Huo Jianan follow, she immediately stuck to him as well.
Ye Zhaoyu pushed open the door to a small room containing only an eight-immortal table. After entering, Ye Zhaoyu left Huo Jian'an and Lin Miaoyin outside.
Lin Miaoyin secretly chuckled when she saw Ye Zhaoyu actually enter the room, a room that had never been used to entertain customers.
Chef Wang said that this room was specifically for entertaining family members. If Ye Zhaoyu went in without Wang's permission, she would definitely be kicked out by Chef Wang.
"Brother Jian'an, let's wait here for a bit! If Chef Wang gets angry, we can help persuade him." Lin Miaoyin gently and considerately advised Huo Jian'an not to rush.
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