The Local Lazy Man System

"Xiang Hai, you are already in your 60s, and you are still lying. Are you looking for a fight?" Ye Kongming said very unhappily.

"Fourth grandfather, third uncle, I didn't lie to you, the chef I hired is Ye Rongrong from our village." Ye Xianghai said depressedly. How can you tell the truth yourself, no one will believe it.

"Really Ye Rongyao?"

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

"Really, Ye Rongrong is the chef. He is very good at cooking."

Ye Xianghai said with certainty. In fact, if Ye Xianghai hadn't tasted Ye Rongyao's dishes, he wouldn't believe that he would be so good at cooking.

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

"Third uncle, how dare I lie to you, what I said is true." Ye Xianghai said with certainty.

"How is this possible?"

The old men at the table were surprised and always felt a little unbelievable. Ye Rongyao was a famous lazy person in Taoyuan Village. Everyone in the village knew this, but no one had ever heard of him having such a powerful craftsmanship. Knowing that there is such a cooking skill, no matter where he goes, he looks like a dog. How can he stay in the village and eat old people like him, and be looked down upon.

"Fourth grandfather, third uncle, if you don't believe it, let's go to the backyard to see." Ye Xianghai said anxiously, seeing that everyone still didn't believe his words.

"Alright, everyone, go to the back kitchen to have a look, and order the dishes by the way. Just a little dish is not enough for everyone to eat." Ye Dequan said. Mainly because my mouth is too greedy, and I want to urge the dishes.

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

Beside the earthen stove in the two couplets in the backyard, the shirtless Ye Rongyao was waving and stirring the shovel that was the cooking shovel in the two large pots side by side.

The forehead was full of fine and dense beads of sweat, and every now and then one fell on the red-burning stove iron.

Cooking such a large pot of vegetables is a very physically demanding job. If Ye Yaoyao's physique had not improved by one level, Ye Yaoyao would not be able to endure such work.

Under the "supervision" of Ye Fugui on the side, the "Kung Pao Chicken" in a small half-pot on the stove on the left was soon fried with a fragrant taste.

Ye Rongrong neatly turned off the blower of the left stove, shoveled four shovels like a fly, and loaded the twelve plates laid out one by one, and hurriedly said to Ye Fugui and his wife, who were helping out, "Fugui Uncle, auntie, it's good again, you guys take it out!"

He put the lid on the large pot with the seaweed soup on the stove on the right, and turned down the power of the blower. Only then did he have the time to pull off the towel hanging on the side and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

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

"Grandpa, why did you come to the backyard?"

Ye Rongyao hurriedly turned off the fire, and people greeted him and said respectfully. There is no way, all the big people with high seniority in Taoyuan Village are here, and the juniors of my own have to be careful to serve.

"The dishes everyone ate just now were all made by you."

Ye Dequan looked at Ye Rongrong with a shocked expression on his face and asked. Now seeing Ye Rongyao cooking with his own eyes, Ye Dequan couldn't help but be surprised. He never thought that Ye Rongyao, a lazy man who was famous in his own village, could have such a powerful cooking skill.

"Grandpa, I cooked those dishes." Ye Rongyao nodded and said. This old man is too old, Ye Rongyao had to answer carefully.

"Glory, when did you have such cooking skills, why don't we know?" Ye always asked suspiciously.

"You haven't eaten my cooking before, so of course you don't know that I know how to cook."

Ye Rongrong replied. After all, Ye Rongyao had never cooked before,

Everyone didn't know if Ye Yaoyao could cook, nor did they know how the dishes Ye Yaoyao cooked in the past tasted.

"Who did you learn cooking from?"

Ye Xiangde asked curiously, to know that Ye Rongrong's cooking skills can be taught so well, that person must be a remarkable figure in the culinary world.

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

Ye Rongrong said with an embarrassed expression. In fact, Ye Rongrong didn't know how to answer this question. After all, if a lie is not made up well, it is easy to leak out the clues, so it is better not to say anything.

"In that case, I won't ask."

Ye Xiangde said with some disappointment. He didn't let Ye Rongyao say who his master was. Those who learned craftsmanship knew the rules of the trade.

"Glory, since you have such skills, why don't you go out and do a good job and stay at home." Ye always said unhappily.

"Isn't it too tiring to be a chef." Ye Rongrong said.

"You kid is really a doo who can't help it."

Ye has always hated iron and said in a stern voice. My eldest nephew looks like a dog, but he is too lazy. He used to rely on his parents to live, but what he will do in the future will really hurt his beautiful little daughter-in-law. What a sin.

"In the past, you don't need to talk about Glory. He has such cooking skills, and he won't starve to death. You don't have to worry too much. Children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren." Ye Dequan looked at Ye Guangyao deeply and said. .

"Fourth grandfather, you are right. If you really get to that stage, you won't be hungry if you have this skill." Ye always wanted to understand that although his eldest nephew is lazy, as long as he has this cooking skill, he will not be able to eat in the future. There is still a way to go.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Seeing that everyone kept bringing the topic to himself, Ye Rongyao asked apart from the topic.

"Oh, we are urging the food. Your kid is too slow to cook. We have been waiting for a long time, so we will urge you."

Ye Kongming said. After all, if you don't believe that Ye Rongyao has such cooking skills, come to the backyard to verify, such words are too hurtful to self-esteem, and definitely can't be said.

"Is that so, Taigong, please go back to your seats, I will speed up the cooking." Ye Rongrong said.

"That taste can't be bad." Ye Dequan said a little worriedly.

"Tai Gong, you can rest assured. My cooking skills will definitely satisfy you. There is nothing to say."

Ye Rongyao said confidently. I am now the "God of Cooking". I still can't make these home-cooked dishes well, so I am sorry for the title of "God of Cooking".

...

Ye Shuting's "University Banquet" was naturally a complete success under Ye Rongrong's superb cooking skills. Although all the guests ate all the food and felt unbearable stomach bloating, they all felt as if they had not eaten enough.

Naturally, the task of cleaning up the mess would not fall in the hands of the master master Ye Rongrong, who had been tired for a day. Some villagers in the same village helped, so after the wedding banquet, Ye Rongrong didn't say hello to Ye Xianghai's family and went home by himself.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the 'Helping Ye Shuting to Host a University Wedding Banquet', the system rated the task completion as excellent, and the system awarded 300 honor points." When Ye Rongrong returned to his door, the electronic synthesis voice of the system sounded in his mind.

Hearing the sound of the system reward, Ye Rongyao, who had been tired all day, felt that his whole body was full of strength, and hurried to the bedroom, Ye Rongrong was in a hurry to go to the lottery.

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