The Local Lazy Man System

"Oh, brother Ye or a chef?"

Li Qingyong asked in surprise. Li Qingyong had no way to associate the Ye Rongrong in front of him with the cook.

Li Qingyong started his business in aquatic products and has at least 100 chefs. Li Qingyong knows chefs very well. As long as he has been a chef, he will more or less have a special temperament, or it can be said that it is the smell of oil smoke.

But Li Qingyong didn't feel a trace of oily smoke on Ye Rongyao, which is not something a chef who has worked in the kitchen for a long time can do.

"I'm not a chef, I only know how to cook a few dishes, and I can't serve any countertops." Yerong Yao said humbly.

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

"Then I'll be welcome. Let's taste the delicious dishes 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 in his heart.

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

Therefore, Li Qingyong really didn't have much expectations for Ye Rongrong's cooking skills, but people kept him for lunch, and it was because they gave him face, and Li Qingyong just made do with it.

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

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

"Don't say no, you still call me Glory. You call our village chief Brother Ye, and you call me Brother Ye. This is a bit of a mess. I am two generations apart from the old village chief." Ye Rongyao shook his head. said.

"In that case, I will call you glory."

Li Qingyong said. Li Qingyong also came from the countryside. He knows that rural people take seniority very seriously. Sometimes there are people in their 70s and 80s, and there are also uncles called teens. This is unbelievable in the city, but it is very normal in the countryside.

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

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

"This means your yard, not bad, very good."

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

"It's nothing, it's just a bit cleaner. My daughter-in-law usually has nothing to do, so she likes to tidy up the yard. According to our rural saying, thieves love to be clean." Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

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

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

In Li Qingyong's opinion, Ye Rongrong's wife must be a well-educated woman. Ordinary rural women will not pay so much attention to details that are difficult to find, but these details can make the yard look special. With vitality, it is particularly comfortable.

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

"Oh, Glory's daughter-in-law 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 couldn't see how the ordinary farmer in front of him could marry a stunning beauty.

So what Li Qingyong said to the old village chief Ye Xianghai,

There was a question mark in my heart, in Li Qingyong's opinion, this Ye Rongrong's wife may be really beautiful, but it is not so exaggerated, like a fairy.

Of course, Li Qingyong will not be serious with them. These farmers stay in the village every day, and at most they just walk around the neighborhood. Where have they seen any stunning beauties? If they are a little longer, they have become stunning beauties in their eyes. .

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

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

When Ye Rongyao saw her for the first time, 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 he could marry this woman, he would be I am willing to live twenty years less.

So no matter whoever boasted that his wife was beautiful, Ye Rongyao accepted it readily, because it was a fact that his wife was beautiful, even a fairy might not be more beautiful than his wife.

Anyway, whether on TV or in Ye Rongyao's dream before he met Liu Qingqing, those fairies were prettier than his wife. They were one in the sky and one in the ground. 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 didn't want to talk about Ye Rongrong's wife. In Li Qingyong's opinion, Ye Rongrong's wife would not be particularly beautiful, at most, she was similar to the beautiful star on TV.

However, Li Qingyong was interested in the white piano placed in a room in Ye Rongyao's yard. That piano looked like a high-end product. It was the first time that Li Qingyong had seen a piano in a farmhouse with such a modern cultural flavor. s things.

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

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 Rongyao's guzheng and Xiao, Liu Qingqing also cleans it twice a day.

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

The old village chief pointed at the white piano in the house with a shocked expression. If you know more than 300,000 yuan, you can build a nice 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 look of pretense.

"Culture is stupid, art belongs to grandma, you are wasting money, you know, more than 300,000 yuan? More than 300,000 yuan can build a small villa in the village, you know?"

The old village chief shouted at Ye Rongrong angrily. The old village chief is distressed for Ye Rongyao's money.

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