Chapter 170

"Oh, brother ye or chef?"

Li Qingyong asked in surprise. Li Qingyong has no way to connect Ye Rongrong with the cook.

Li Qingyong started his business in aquatic products and has contacted at least 100 chefs. He knows cooks very well. As long as he has been a cook, he will have more or less special temperament, or the smell of cooking fumes.

But Li Qingyong didn't feel a trace of fumes on Ye Guangrong. This is not what a chef who works in the kitchen for a long time can do.

"I'm not a cook. I just have a few dishes. I can't make it to the table." Ye Rongrong said modestly.

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

"Then I'm not welcome. I'll try the delicacies made by little brother Ye."

Li Qingyong said with a smile. In fact, Li Qingyong doesn't think that ye Rongrong can make any delicious dishes. At most, he is a little bit better than the ordinary restaurant cooks.

It is Ye Xianghai, an old farmer, who has never eaten the dishes made by the real chefs in high-end hotels, who thinks that ye Rongrong's cooking skills are very good.

So for ye Rongrong's cooking skills, Li Qingyong really has nothing to look forward to. It's just that people leave him for lunch. That's because people give him face, and Li Qingyong just makes do with it.

"Mr. Li, don't call me little brother Ye. I'm almost thirty. If I'm not young, you can call me glory. Most people in the village call me that." Ye Rongrong said.

"Well, I'll call you brother Ye." Li Qingyong said with a smile.

"Don't, don't, you'd better call me glory. You call our village head brother ye, and you call me brother Ye. It's a bit of a mess. I'm two generations away from the village head." Ye Rongrong shook his head and said.

"In that case, I'll call you glory."

Li Qingyong said. Li Qingyong is also from the countryside. He knows that people in the countryside attach great importance to seniority. Sometimes people in their seventies and eighties are called Baby uncles. It's incredible in the city, but it's very normal in the countryside.

"Mr. Li, old village head, go to the house and sit down."

Ye Guangrong asked them to go to the yard. For strangers, ye Guangrong didn't like him to go to his yard. Now he asked Li Qingyong to sit in the yard. This shows that ye Guangrong recognized this man and regarded him as a friend.

"That's your yard. It's good. It's good."

Walking into Ye Rongrong's yard, Li Qingyong looked at it and couldn't help boasting. After all, it's rare to see such a clean and tidy appearance in the countryside. The overall feeling for Li Qingyong is that the courtyard looks very comfortable.

"It's nothing, just a little clean. My daughter-in-law usually has nothing to do, so she likes to tidy the yard. According to our rural words, thieves love to be clean." Ye Guangrong said with a smile.

"It seems that the honor is to have a good wife."

Li Qingyong said with a smile. From the layout and cleanliness of the yard, Li Qingyong has a good impression on Ye Guangrong's wife.

In Li Qingyong's opinion, ye Guangrong's wife must be a well-educated woman. Ordinary rural women don't pay so much attention to the details that are hard to find. However, these details can make the yard look particularly energetic and comfortable.

"Mr. Li, you may not know that glorifying this boy's daughter-in-law is a beautiful woman who can compete with fairies." Ye Xianghai, the old village head, said to Li Qingyong.

"Oh, the glorious daughter-in-law is a gorgeous beauty."

Li Qingyong asked in surprise. After all, the woman who can compare with fairies must be a beautiful woman. Li Qingyong can't see how this ordinary farmer can marry a beautiful woman.

So Li Qingyong has a question mark in his heart about the words of Ye Xianghai, the old village head. In Li's opinion, ye Guangrong's wife may be really beautiful, but it's not so exaggerated, just like a fairy.

Of course, Li Qingyong won't take them seriously. These farmers stay in the village every day, and at most they walk around the neighborhood. Where have they seen any gorgeous beauties? They have become gorgeous beauties in their eyes.

"Well, in my eyes, my wife is the most beautiful in the world."

Ye Guangrong nodded and said. Ye Guangrong can be modest and self modest about his own affairs, but he never is modest about his wife Liu Qingqing. In Ye Guangrong's opinion, his wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.

When ye Guangrong first saw her, ye Guangrong was deeply attracted by her. At that time, ye Guangrong decided that this woman was the most beautiful woman in the world. If he could marry this woman, he would live 20 years less.

Therefore, no matter who boasts that his wife is beautiful, ye Guangrong is happy to accept it, because it is a fact that his wife is beautiful, even a fairy may not be more beautiful than his wife.

Anyway, whether it's on TV or in the dream before ye Rongrong met Liu Qingqing, those fairies are more beautiful than their wives. They are just like heaven and earth. The one in heaven must be 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 Rongrong's wife. In Li's opinion, ye Rongrong's wife won't be particularly beautiful. At most, it's similar to the beautiful stars on TV.

Li Qingyong was interested in the white piano in a room in Ye Rongrong's yard. That piano was high-end goods. It was the first time that Li Qingyong saw piano in a farmhouse, which was full of modern culture.

"You said that piano was really high-end. It cost me more than 300000 yuan." Ye Guangrong points to the room designated as music room by Ye Guangrong with a smile.

Since I bought this piano, my beautiful wife can treat it as a treasure. She plays a song every morning and wipes it every morning and evening. Of course, ye Guangrong's guzheng and Xiao and Liu Qingqing clean it twice a day.

"More than 300000 yuan, just buy such a lump?"

The old village head said with a shocked face, pointing to the white piano in the room. To know more than 300000, we can build a good villa in the countryside.

"Old village head, this is what you don't understand. This is culture and this is art. Culture and art are priceless." Ye Rongrong said with a forced face.

"Culture, art, it's grandma's. You're wasting money. You know, more than 300000 yuan? More than 300000 people can build villas in the village, do you know? "

The old village head angrily points at Ye Guangrong and shouts. Old village head, I love money for ye Guangrong.

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