The Local Lazy Man System

　　 "Oh, brother Ye is still a chef?"

　　 Li Qingyong asked somewhat surprised. Li Qingyong couldn't connect Ye Yaorong in front of him with the cook.

　　 Li Qingyong started with the idea of ​​making water. At least one hundred chefs have been in contact with him. Li Qingyong knows a lot about cooks. As long as he has been a cook, he will have a more or less special temperament, or it can be said to be oily smoke.

　　 But Li Qingyong did not feel a trace of oily smoke on Ye Yaorong. This is not something a chef who has worked in the kitchen for a long time can do.

　　 "I'm not a chef, I just know a few dishes, and I can't get on the table." Ye Yaorong said modestly.

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

　　 "Then I'm welcome, and try the delicacies made by little brother Ye."

　　 Li Qingyong said with a smile. In fact, Li Qingyong didn't think Ye Yaorong could make any delicious dishes. At most, he was a little bit better than the average restaurant cook.

　　 That is, an old farmer like Ye Xianghai, who has never eaten the delicacies of real chefs in high-end hotels, thinks that Ye Yaorong’s cooking skills are very good.

　　 Therefore, Li Qingyong really didn't have any expectations for Ye Yaorong's cooking skills. It was just that they left themselves for lunch. That was because they gave him face, and Li Qingyong just made up a meal.

　　 "Mr. Li, don't call me Little Brother Ye anymore. I'm almost thirty. If I'm not young, just call me glory. Most people in the village call me that." Ye Yaorong said.

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

"Don't, you'd better call me glory, you call our village chief Ye brother, and you call me brother Ye, this is a bit of a mess, I and the old village chief are two generations apart." Ye Yaorong shook his head. Said.

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

　　 Li Qingyong said. Li Qingyong also came from the countryside. I know that people in rural areas value generations very seriously. Sometimes people in the seventies and eighties, or teenagers, also have uncles. This is incredible in the city, but it is very normal in the countryside.

　　 "President Li, the old village head, walked into the house and sat."

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

　　 "That said, your yard, not bad, very good."

　　Walking into Ye Yaorong's courtyard, Li Qingyong looked around 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 the yard looks particularly comfortable.

　　 "It's okay, it's just a little cleaner. My wife usually has nothing to do. She likes to tidy up the yard. According to our rural language, thieves love to be clean." Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

　　 "It seems that Glory is married to a good wife."

　　 Li Qingyong said with a smile. From the layout and cleanliness of the courtyard, Li Qingyong had a good impression of Ye Yaorong's wife.

In Li Qingyong’s view, Ye Yaorong’s wife must be a well-educated woman. The average rural woman would not pay so much attention to the details that are difficult for people to discover, and these details can make this courtyard look special. It is particularly comfortable with vitality.

　　 "Mr. Li, you may not know, Glory this kid's daughter-in-law, that is a beautiful woman who can compare with fairies." Old village chief Ye Xianghai said to Li Qingyong.

　　 "Oh, the daughter-in-law of glory turned out to be a stunning beauty."

　　 Li Qingyong asked somewhat surprised. After all, a woman who can compare with a fairy must be a stunning beauty. Li Qingyong couldn't tell how could this long ordinary farmer in front of her marry a stunning beauty.

　　 So Li Qingyong asked Ye Xianghai, the old village head, a question mark in his heart. In Li Qingyong's view, Ye Yaorong’s wife may be really beautiful, but it is not so exaggerated, like a fairy.

Of course, Li Qingyong would certainly not be true to them. These farmers stay in the village every day, and at most they walk around nearby. Nowhere have they seen any stunning beauties, and those who are a little longer passable have become stunning beauties in their eyes. Up.

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

　　 Ye Guangrong nodded and said. For his own affairs, Ye Yaorong can be humble and self-effacing, but for his wife Liu Qingqing, Ye Yaorong has never been humble. In Ye Yaorong's eyes, his wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.

When Ye Yaorong saw her for the first time, Ye Yaorong was deeply attracted by her. At that time, Ye Yaorong 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 less than 20 years.

　　 So no matter anyone boasting that his wife is beautiful, Ye Yaorong readily accepts it, because it is a fact that his wife is beautiful, and even a fairy may not be more beautiful than his wife.

Anyway, whether it’s on TV, or Ye Yaorong’s dream before meeting Liu Qingqing, those fairies are more beautiful than his wife~www.NovelMTL.com~ It’s just a sky, an underground, and 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 Yaorong's wife anymore. In Li Qingyong's view, Ye Yaorong's wife would not be particularly beautiful, at most similar to the beauty stars on TV.

However, Li Qingyong was interested in the white piano placed in a room in Ye Yaorong’s courtyard. That piano was a high-end product. It was the first time that Li Qingyong had seen a piano in a farmhouse with a modern cultural atmosphere. s things.

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

　　 Since I bought this piano, my beautiful wife can treat it as a baby. She plays a song every morning and wipes it down in the morning and evening. Of course, Ye Yaorong’s zither and flute, and Liu Qingqing are also cleaned twice a day.

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

　　 The old village chief pointed to the white piano in the room with a shocked look and said. If you know that more than 300,000 yuan, you can build a nice little villa in the countryside.

　　 "Old village chief, this is what you don't understand, this is culture, this is art, and culture and art are priceless." Ye Guangrong said forcefully.

　　 "Culture is a hairy, art is grandma, you are wasting money, you know, more than 300,000 yuan? More than 300,000 yuan can be built in the village, you know?"

　　 The old village chief pointed to Ye Yaorong angrily. The old village chief is sorry for Ye Yaorong's money~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.