"You know what, this hangover soup made by this cook is really effective..."
Jiang Zhongyou slapped his forehead suddenly after he finished speaking, and an idea struck him. He said to Mrs. Ye, "Your hangover soup is delicious and effective. Why do you have to follow others around and help in the kitchen? It's tiring and you don't make much money.
"When you get back, cook a big pot of hangover soup and sell it at those places in the capital where there are many taverns at midnight. I guarantee you will make a lot of money!"
Ye Hua couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Jiang Zhongyou on the forehead and cursed: "I think you are not drunk, you have drunk your brain!
"With such good cooking skills, there's no way he can't make money, why does he have to sell hangover soup?"
Jiang Zhongyou was becoming more and more sober at this time. When he heard his wife's words, he widened his eyes in surprise, half opened his mouth, and slowly turned his neck like a rusty axle to look at Mrs. Ye, and his mouth was not working properly.
"Who are you talking about? Are you saying that she cooked all the dishes today?"
"What else? Did you do it? You have to be capable of that!" Ye Hua continued to scold, "Are you awake now? If you are, go back quickly. You are really embarrassing yourself."
Jiang Zhongyou returned to the main room, taking one deep step and one shallow step, as if he was walking on cotton.
When the people at the table saw him come back, a cousin of the same generation started to tease him, "What were you doing out for so long after being with your wife?"
"Go away!" Jiang Zhongyou sat down in a daze and almost knocked over the stool.
Seeing this, everyone at the table was surprised and asked, "Why did this guy become so distracted after going out for a while?"
"I just went to the kitchen and saw the chef," Jiang Zhongyou said slowly and thoughtfully, "She's a woman in her thirties. I thought she was a kitchen helper at first!"
When Mr. Jiang heard that the chef cooking today was a woman, his hands, which were pinching his elbows, suddenly stopped.
"Zhongyou, after everyone finishes eating, you must take me to meet this chef."
"Uncle, do you also want to invite a chef to prepare a banquet?" Jiang Zhongyou asked and then scratched his head, thinking that there didn't seem to be any weddings or funerals in his family recently.
What's more, no one can know about funeral matters in advance.
"Just do what I asked you to introduce me to, why do you care what I have to do?"
Mr. Jiang's face turned serious, and Jiang Zhongyou was immediately frightened so much that he didn't dare to say anything. He was much more effective than Ye Hua.
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