The well-trained waiters came in one after another and placed the exquisite and beautiful lotus in the middle of the table. The guests were all applauding the beautiful lotus.

Gongsun Yu pointed at the dish and asked, "Grandpa Zeng, do you try it? Does it fit your taste?"

After a while, Gongsun Yu screamed again, but still no response. He couldn't help but look at the old man and was surprised, "Grandpa Zeng, what's wrong with you?"

Gong Yi's eyes were straight and he stared at Furong's water without blinking. Like a wooden man, Gongsun Yu was frightened and thought he was feeling uncomfortable, so he was ready to call a doctor.

"It's okay!" Gong Yi grabbed him, his eyes still staring at the hibiscus in the middle of the table, his expression was very complicated, and he was a little anxious, "Who made this dish?"

Is it her?

She is really alive?

Gong Yi's hand was like a hook, tightly clasped on Gongsun Yu's wrist and made a red mark.

Gongsun Yu was very strange. The old man's expression was so strange. "Grandpa Zeng, the dish was made by my cousin. How do you taste it?"

He took a spoon, scooped a small bowl of clear soup, picked up a piece of petal, handed it to Gong Yi, and served it himself. After taking a sip, he praised: "It's so delicious, Grandpa Zeng, you will definitely be satisfied this time."

Gong Yi had recovered from peace. He slowly drank the soup, closed his eyes and his chest tightly.

It's this smell, it's her.

She is really not dead!

Gong Yi was anxious to know where Ding Ba found Huizi, but now the wedding is in progress, no matter how anxious he is, he has to slow down. And there is news about Huizi, so he is not afraid of not being able to find it.

That's right, this lotus came out of water was the dish that Huizi invented for Gong Yi back then. She was the only one who could make such a taste. After 48 years, after eating the familiar taste, Gong Yi's eyes became hot.

Huizi was not dead, Zhu'er must be by her side. God pity him so that he could see the two of them again before he died.

The wedding banquet was held very successfully, and the kitchen was empty. The old woman washed her hands. She had already received the final payment of 40,000 yuan and was about to leave. With this 50,000 yuan, she could send her daughter to a large hospital for treatment.

When he arrived at the front hall, the old woman stopped and saw the name of the bride and groom on the big red plaque.

"Groom Ding Ba, this name is really interesting."

The old woman murmured to herself, smiling, and completely letting go of the big stone in her heart. She really thought too much. The person who wants to eat lotus and water may not be that person. So many years have passed, maybe he is no longer here!

The sunset shone on the old woman's straight back, and a layer of golden light shone. She walked to the bus stop opposite the hotel, and soon waited for the bus and got on and left.

Before the wedding banquet was over, Gong Yi couldn't wait and whispered to Gongsun Yu, "Take me to the kitchen."

Although Gongsun Yu was strange, he still obediently helped the old man to the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with heat, and the chef rushed over, "Old man, are you satisfied with today's dishes?"

Gong Yi asked directly: "Did the hibiscus flow in the end made by an old woman in her sixties or seventies?"

The chef was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Yes, she is the chef who was specially invited."

"Where is she?" Gong Yi's eyes were anxious, and he couldn't wait to see Huizi, but-

"I left ten minutes ago."

Gong Yi's eyes darkened, but he was not discouraged. As long as he was in Pingjiang, he could find it.

The wedding banquet finally ended. Before Ding Ba could take a breath, he was called by Gong Yi. When he heard that he was asking about the whereabouts of the chef, he called Lu Mo and Ye Qingqing.
Chapter completed!