The Local Lazy Man System

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

　　 "Four grandfather and third uncle, I didn't lie to you, the chef I invited is Ye Yaorong from our village." Ye Xianghai said depressed. Why don't people believe me how to tell the truth?

　　 "Is it really Ye Yaorong?"

　　 Seeing that Ye Xianghai's appearance didn't seem to lie to everyone, Ye Kongming asked again with certainty. After all, this matter was too unexpected.

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

　　 Ye Xianghai said affirmatively. In fact, if Ye Xianghai hadn't tasted Ye Yaorong's dishes, he wouldn't believe that he would have such a great cooking skill.

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

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

　　 "How is this possible?"

A table of old men looked surprised, always feeling a little disbelief. Ye Yaorong is a well-known lazy man in Taoyuan Village. Everyone in the village knows that, but no one has ever heard of him having such a great craftsmanship. Knowing that there is such a cooking skill, people who can mix with dogs wherever they go, how can they stay in the village like him to chew the old and get blinded.

　　 "Four grandfather and third uncle, if you don't believe me, let's go to the backyard and have a look." Ye Xianghai said anxiously when everyone still didn't believe what he said.

　　 "Alright, everyone go to the back kitchen to have a look, by the way, urge you to order food, just such a little dish is not enough for everyone to eat." Ye Dequan said. The main reason is that my mouth is too greedy and I want to urge the food.

　　 So the group got up and walked towards the backyard where the stove was placed.

　　 By the two earthen stoves in the backyard, the shirtless Ye Guangrong was waving the shovel of Quan Chong's cooking shovel in the two large pots side by side.

　　 There are fine and dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and one of them falls on the burning stove iron from time to time, and a wisp of white mist rises in the sound of a ‘pull’.

　　 Cooking such a big pot of food is a labor-consuming task. If Ye Yaorong's physique had not been improved by one level, Ye Yaorong would not be able to bear such a task.

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

Ye Yaorong neatly turned off the blower on the left stove, shoveled four shovel like flying shovel, and after loading the twelve plates laid out next to each other one by one, he quickly said to the Ye Fugui and his wife who helped him by the side: "Fugui Uncle, auntie, another one is better, please take it out!"

　　 put the lid on the large pot of sea miscellaneous soup on the right stove again, and after turning down the power of the blower, he had time to tear off the towel hanging on one side and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

　　 When Ye Glory raised his hand to fetch the towel, he watched Ye Xianghai lead a group of old men toward him, and his fifth grandfather, Ye Zhanglai, was among them.

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

　　 Ye Guangrong hurriedly turned off the fire, and people greeted him and said respectfully. No way, all the senior figures in Taoyuan Village are here, and the juniors of oneself still have to be careful.

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

　　 Ye Dequan looked at Ye Yaorong with a shocked look and asked. Now that he saw Ye Yaorong cooking with his own eyes, Ye De was not surprised. He didn't expect that Ye Yaorong, a well-known and impotent slacker in his village, would have such a great cooking skill.

　　 "Grandpa, I made those dishes." Ye Yaorong nodded and said. This old man's life is too high, Ye Yaorong had to answer carefully.

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

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

　　 Ye Guangrong replied. After all, Ye Yaorong had never cooked before. Everyone didn’t know whether Ye Yaorong would cook or how the dishes tasted before. All of Ye Yaorong’s words made everyone’s Asked and went back.

　　 "Who did you learn cooking from?"

　　 Ye Xiangde asked curiously, knowing that he can teach Ye Yaorong's cooking so well, that person must be a great figure in the culinary world.

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

　　 Ye Guangrong said with a look of embarrassment. In fact, Ye Yaorong didn't know how to answer this question. After all, if a lie is not made up, it is easy to leak out, so it is better not to say anything.

　　 "In this case, I won't ask."

　　 Ye Xiangde said disappointedly. Until Ye Yaorong is asked to tell who his master is, those who learn crafts know the rules of the industry, so you can't ask more.

　　 "Glory, since your kid has such an ability, why don't you go out and do a good job and grow old at home." Ye Xianglai said unhappily.

　　 "Isn't it too tired to be a chef," Ye Yaorong said.

　　 "You kid really can't afford to support Adou."

　　 Ye has always hated iron and steel. My own big nephew looks like a dog, but he is too lazy. I used to live on his parents. What happens to him in the future is really suffering for his beautiful little daughter-in-law. What a crime.

"Always, you don't need to talk about Honor. He has such cooking skills. He won't starve to death. You don't have to worry too much. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." Ye Dequan looked at Ye Yaorong deeply and said. .

"Four grandfather, you are right. If you really get to that point, you won't be hungry if you have this craft." Ye Xianglai also wanted to understand. Although his big nephew is lazy, as long as he has this cooking skill, he won't be able to eat in the future. At that time, there was still a way to survive.

　　 "Grandpa, are you here?" Seeing everyone keep talking about themselves, Ye Yaorong asked without the topic.

　　 "Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We are urging food, your kid is cooking food too slowly, we have waited for a long time, so we urged it."

　　 Ye Kongming said. After all, I said that I didn't believe that Ye Yaorong would have such cooking skills. I came to the backyard to verify it. Such words would hurt one's self-esteem.

　　 "Well, grandpa, please go back to your seat, I will speed up the cooking." Ye Yaorong said.

　　 "That taste can't be bad." Ye Dequan said with some worry.

　　 "Tame, you can rest assured, my cooking skills will definitely satisfy you."

　　 Ye Guangrong said confidently. I am a "God of Cooking" now, and these few home-cooked dishes are still poorly prepared, so I am sorry for the title of "God of Cooking".

　　……

　　 Ye Shuting’s “University Banquet” was naturally perfected under Ye Guangrong’s superb cooking skills. Although all the guests were filled with grooving and flattened food, they felt that their stomachs were unbearable, but they all felt that they were not full.

　　 The task of cleaning up the mess will naturally not fall into the hands of the master Ye Yaorong, who has been tired for a day. Some of the folks in the same village helped, so after the wedding banquet, Ye Yaorong did not say hello to Ye Xianghai's family, so he went home by himself.

　　 "Congratulations to the host for completing the'Helping Ye Shuting to the University Wedding Banquet'. The system evaluated the task completion as excellent, and the system rewarded 300 points." When Ye Yaorong returned to his door, the electronic synthesis sound of the system sounded in his mind.

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