"Oh, Brother Ye or the chef?"

Li Qingyong asked in surprise. Li Qingyong could not connect Ye Rongyao in front of him with the chef.

Li Qingyong started his career in the water industry and has come into contact with at least 100 chefs. Li Qingyong knows cooks very well. As long as he has been a chef, he will have a special temperament, or it can be said to be a scent of oil smoke.

But Li Qingyong did not feel a trace of oil smoke in Ye Rongyao. This was not something a chef who worked in the kitchen for a long time could do.

"I'm not a chef, I just know how to pass a few dishes and can't serve any countertops." Ye Rongyao said modestly.

"Mr. Li, don't listen to him. After you have eaten the dishes he made, you will know that he is modest." The old village chief Ye Xianghai said with a smile.

"Then I'm not polite, I'll try the delicacies made by Brother Ye."

Li Qingyong said with a smile. In fact, Li Qingyong didn't think that Ye Rongyao could make any delicious dishes, at most he was a little better than the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

That is, an old farmer like Ye Xianghai who has never eaten the delicious dishes made by real chefs from high-end hotels, would think that Ye Rongyao's cooking skills are very good.

So Li Qingyong really has no expectations for Ye Rongyao's cooking skills, but he just keeps himself for lunch, which is to give him face, so Li Qingyong just makes up for it.

"Mr. Li, don't call me brother Ye anymore. I'm almost thirty years old and I'm not young anymore. Just call me Rongyao. Most of the villagers call me that." Ye Rongyao said.

"Okay, then I'll call you Brother Ye." Li Qingyong said with a smile.

"Okay, you'd better call me Rong Yao. You call our village chief, Brother Ye, and Brother Ye, this is a bit messy. I'm two generations apart from the old village chief." Ye Rong Yao shook his head and said.

"Since that's the case, I'll call you glorious."

Li Qingyong said. Li Qingyong was also from the countryside. He knew that rural people value generation very much. Sometimes people in their seventies and eighties also have teenage uncles. This is incredible in the city, but it is very normal in the countryside.

"Mr. Li, the old village chief, walked into the house to sit."

Ye Rongyao invited two people to the yard. Ye Rongyao didn't like strangers to go to his yard. Now he asked Li Qingyong to sit in the yard, which shows that Ye Rongyao recognized this person and regarded him as a friend.

"That's what your yard is, it's pretty good."

When he walked into Ye Rongyao's yard, Li Qingyong looked at it and couldn't help but praise it. After all, it is rare to see such a neat and clean look in the countryside. The overall feeling gives Li Qingyong the yard that this yard looks particularly comfortable.

"It's nothing, it's just a little cleaner. My wife usually has nothing to do, so she likes to tidy up the yard. According to our rural saying, she just loves cleanliness." Ye Rongyao said with a smile.

"It seems that Honor has married a good wife."

Li Qingyong said with a smile. Just from the layout and cleanliness of this yard, Li Qingyong had a good impression of Ye Rongyao's wife.

In Li Qingyong's opinion, Ye Rongyao's wife must be a well-educated woman. Ordinary rural women will not pay so much attention to the details that are difficult to discover. These details can make the yard look particularly energetic and comfortable.

"Mr. Li, you may not know that Honor's wife is a beautiful woman who can compete with fairies." The old village chief Ye Xianghai said to Li Qingyong.

"Oh, Honor's wife turned out to be a stunning beauty."

Li Qingyong asked in surprise. After all, a woman who can compare with a fairy must be a stunning beauty. Li Qingyong could not tell how could this ordinary farmer in front of him marry a stunning beauty?

So Li Qingyong asked a question in his heart about the old village chief Ye Xianghai. In Li Qingyong's opinion, this Ye Rongyao's wife may be really beautiful, but it is not that exaggerated, like a fairy.

Of course, Li Qingyong would definitely not be serious with them. These farmers stayed in the village every day, and at most they walked around nearby. They had never seen any beautiful women. They had grown up slightly and became beautiful women in their eyes.

"That's, in my eyes, my wife is the most beautiful in the world."

Ye Rongyao nodded and said. Ye Rongyao can be modest and humble in his own affairs, but Ye Rongyao has never been modest to his wife Liu Qingqing. In Ye Rongyao's opinion, his wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.

When Ye Rongyao first saw her, Ye Rongyao was deeply attracted by her. At that time, Ye Rongyao believed that this woman was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she could marry this woman, she would be willing to live twenty years less.

So no matter who boasts about his wife being beautiful, Ye Rongyao will accept it with pleasure, because this is the fact that his wife is beautiful, even a fairy may not be more beautiful than his wife.

Anyway, whether on TV or in the dreams that Ye Rongyao had not met Liu Qingqing before, those fairies were more beautiful than their wives. They were simply from heaven and underground. The one in the sky must be his wife Liu Qingqing.

"Glory, I didn't expect you to have such a high-end piano here."

Li Qingyong doesn't want to talk about Ye Rongyao's wife anymore. In Li Qingyong's opinion, Ye Rongyao's wife will not be particularly beautiful, at most it is similar to the beautiful stars on TV.

Li Qingyong was interested in the white piano placed in a room in Ye Rongyao's yard. The piano was obviously high-end. This was the first time Li Qingyong had seen something like a very modern cultural atmosphere in a farmhouse.

"You said that piano is indeed a high-end product. It cost me more than 300,000 yuan." Ye Rongyao pointed to the room beside him that was designated as a music room by Ye Rongyao.

Since I bought this piano, my beautiful wife has treated it as a treasure. She will play a song every morning and wipe it with her morning and evening. Of course, Liu Qingqing also cleans Ye Rongyao's guzheng and flute twice a day.

"For more than 300,000 yuan, just buy such an iron lump?"

The old village chief pointed to the white piano in the house with a shocked look and said, "You must know that more than 300,000 yuan can build a good small villa in the countryside."

"Old village chief, this is what you don't understand, this is culture, this is art, culture and art are priceless." Ye Rongyao said with a pretentious look on his face.

"Cultural is a big deal, art is grandma. You are wasting money. You know that it is more than 300,000 yuan? You can build a small villa in the village for more than 300,000 yuan. Do you know?"
Chapter completed!