"Xiang Hai, you are in your sixties and you are still lying. Are you looking for a fight?" Ye Kongming said very unhappy.

"Fourth Grandpa and Third Uncle, I didn't lie to you. The chef I hired is Ye Rongyao from our village." Ye Xianghai said depressedly. Why do you tell the truth by yourself? Why don't you believe it?

"Is it really Ye Rongya?"

Seeing that Ye Xianghai didn't look like he was lying to everyone, Ye Kongming asked again with certainty. After all, this matter was too unexpected.

"Really, Ye Rongyao is the chef and he has a great cooking skills."

Ye Xianghai said affirmatively. In fact, if Ye Xianghai hadn't tasted the dishes made by Ye Rongyao, he wouldn't have believed that he would have such a great cooking skills.

"You really didn't lie to us?" Ye Kongming asked in disbelief.

"Uncle San, how dare I lie to you? What I said is true." Ye Xianghai said affirmatively.

"How is this possible?"

The old men at the table looked surprised and always felt a little disbelief. Ye Rongyao is a famous lazy man in Taoyuan Village. Everyone in the village knows this, but no one has ever heard of him having such powerful skills. You must know that with such cooking skills, people who can make a living anywhere can be like him, and how could they stay in the village like him and be discredited by others?

"Fourth Grandpa and Third Uncle, if you don't believe it, let's go to the backyard to have a look." Ye Xianghai said anxiously when he saw that everyone still didn't believe his words.

"Okay, everyone goes to the kitchen to take a look and urges the dishes by the way. Just a little bit of food is not enough for everyone to eat." Ye Dequan said. The main reason is that he is too greedy and wants to urge the dishes.

So a group of people stood up and walked towards the place where the stove was placed in the backyard.

Beside the two-paired earthen stove in the backyard, Ye Rongyao, who was shirtless, was waving the shovel of Quan Chong cooking shovel in two large pots side by side, stirring.

The forehead was covered with fine and dense beads of sweat, and from time to time, one fell on the burning stove iron. With a 'sweet sound, a wisp of white mist rose.

Cooking such a big pot of dishes is a very physically consuming job. If Ye Rongyao hadn't improved his physique one level, Ye Rongyao wouldn't have been able to withstand such a job.

Under Ye Fugui's "supervision", soon, the "Kung Pao Chicken Dice" on the left stove was fried with a fragrant smell.

Ye Rongyao neatly turned off the blower on the stove on the left, shoveled four shovels like a flying shovel, and after putting the twelve plates arranged one by one, he quickly said to Ye Fugui and his wife who were helping to help him get started, "Uncle Fugui, aunt, another one is ready, you can bring it out!"

I also covered the large pot with sea-break soup on the right stove, and adjusted the power of the blower, and then I had time to pull off the towel hanging on one side and wipe the sweat on my forehead.

When Ye Rongyao raised his hand to get the towel, he saw Ye Xianghai leading a group of old men to his side, and his fifth grandfather Ye Xianglai was also among them.

"Taigong, why are you here in the backyard?"

Ye Rongyao hurriedly turned off the fire, and the person greeted him and said respectfully. There was no way, all the big men with high rank in Taoyuan Village came, and he, as a junior, had to serve him carefully.

"You made the dishes you ate just now."

Ye Dequan looked at Ye Rongyao with shock and asked. Now that he saw Ye Rongyao cooking with his own eyes, Ye Dequan was not surprised. He did not expect that Ye Rongya, a lazy man in his village, would have such a powerful cooking skills.

"Taigong, I cook those dishes." Ye Rongyao nodded and said. The old man's seniority is too high, and Ye Rongyao had to answer carefully.

"Glory, why don't we know when you kid have such cooking skills?" Ye Xianglai asked in confusion.

"You have never eaten the dishes I cook before, so of course I don't know what I know how to cook."

Ye Rongyao replied. After all, Ye Rongyao had never cooked dishes before. Everyone didn’t know whether Ye Rongyao would cook, nor did they know how the dishes Ye Rongyao cooked before tasted. All Ye Rongyao’s words pushed everyone back to their questions.

"Who did you learn this cooking skill?"

Ye Xiangde asked curiously, "You must know that if you can teach Ye Rongyao's cooking skills so well, that person must be an outstanding figure in the cooking arts world."

"This..., my master won't let me say it."

Ye Rongyao said with a look of embarrassment. In fact, Ye Rongyao didn't know how to answer this question. After all, if a lie was not well-made, it would be easy to leak out, so it would be better to say nothing.

"Since that's the case, I won't ask."

Ye Xiangde said with some disappointment. Ye Rongyao was not allowed to tell who his master was. Those who learn craftsmanship knew the rules in the industry. If they could not say it, they would not ask more questions.

"Glory, since you have such ability, why don't you go out and do some good job and rely on your parents at home?" Ye Xianglai said unhappily.

"Isn't this too tiring to be a chef?" Ye Rongyao said.

"You boy is really an A Dou who can't help you."

Ye Chang said with a grudge that his eldest nephew looks so lazy, he is too lazy. He used to live on his parents, but he will do what he will do in the future. It will make his beautiful little wife suffer. It is such a sin.

"You never need to say glory. He has such cooking skills and will never starve to death. You don't have to worry too much. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." Ye Dequan looked at Ye Rongyao deeply and said.

"Fourth Grandpa, you are right. If you really reach that point, you won't be hungry if you have this skill." Ye Xianglai also figured it out that although his eldest nephew is lazy, as long as he has the ability to cook, he will still have a way out when he can't eat in the future.

"Taigong, who are you here?" Seeing that everyone was always talking about the topic, Ye Rongyao asked without further discussion.

"Oh, we are urging the dishes. You kid cook too slowly. We have waited for a long time and come to urging the dishes."

Ye Kongming said. After all, he said he didn't believe Ye Rongyao had such cooking skills. Come to the backyard to verify it. This would hurt people's self-esteem and would definitely not be able to say it.

"That's it, Grandpa, please come back to the seat. I'll speed up the cooking now." Ye Rongyao said.

"That taste cannot be bad." Ye Dequan said with some concern.

"Taigong, don't worry, my cooking skills will definitely satisfy you and have nothing to say."

Ye Rongyao said confidently. He is now a "Cook God". He is not good at cooking these home-cooked dishes, so he is sorry for the name of "Cook God".

...

Ye Shuting's "university banquet" was naturally extremely perfect under Ye Rongyao's superb cooking skills. Although all the guests were full of troughs and felt unbearable in their stomach bloating, they all felt that they had not yet eaten.

The task of cleaning up the mess will naturally not fall into the hands of Ye Rongyao, the master who has been tired for a day. Some of them are helping the villagers from the same village, so after the wedding banquet, Ye Rongyao did not say hello to Ye Xianghai's family and went home by himself.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the 'help Ye Shuting hosting a college wedding banquet'. The system's evaluation task is excellent, and the system rewards the honor value of 300 points." When Ye Rongyao returned to his doorstep, the system's electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.
Chapter completed!