Ding Mingyang said that Cao Cao had arrived, and he came in personally carrying a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Wearing a white and elegant chef's uniform, he saluted Nan Song and said respectfully: "I heard that you are here, I came to say hello."

"No need to be polite." Nan Song said calmly: "How many times have I told you, you don't need to be like this when you see me."

Ding Mingyang smiled broadly, "You still have to have the proper etiquette. Who makes you my uncle?"

"Crack."

The chopsticks in Fu Yu's hand fell to the ground, and his jaw dropped in shock. He looked at Ding Mingyang, who was over forty years old, in disbelief, "What do you call her? Master uncle?"

"Yes." Ding Mingyang brought the Yangzhou fried rice to the table and said very seriously: "My grandfather's closed disciple, my father's junior sister, shouldn't I call him 'Uncle'? Am I my junior uncle?"

Compared with Ding Mingyang, Nan Song's very immature face showed a loving smile, "Be good."

"..."

Fu Yu became insane again.

What kind of picture did he see???

After finally closing his chin, Fu Yu still felt that the two men were joking with him, so he looked at Ding Mingyang and said, "Master Ding, doesn't your Ding family always have a family tradition, and pass it on from male to female?"

"That's true, but there are exceptions to everything."

Ding Mingyang looked at Nan Song with admiration, "My junior uncle is the only exception. Back then, my grandfather thought that my father and the others were useless, so he once wanted his junior uncle to be the thirteenth generation successor of the Ding family, but he was rejected by his uncle.

My uncle refused and insisted on supporting my father to take over. Later, he personally trained and taught me so that I can develop superb cooking skills. However, my talent is not as high as my uncle's. I have only developed my skills at this age.

Uncle is far away."

Nan Song said calmly: "Youdao is a late bloomer, so you don't have to underestimate yourself. With the achievements you have now, you can be regarded as a glorious ancestor. I have lived up to my master's instructions before his death."

Ding Mingyang bowed deeply to Nansong and said, "I would like to thank my uncle for your cultivation. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Okay, okay." Nan Song said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Every time I see you, you are so polite. I will leave this store to you and you can run it well. I can rest assured."

Ding Mingyang responded respectfully, "Yes."

"..."

Fu Yu looked at the state banquet chef, who was obediently listening to instructions like a primary school student, and then looked at Nan Song, who was sitting there, looking young and beautiful but old-fashioned in talking and doing things. His whole body felt bad.

He took out his mobile phone, started typing, and asked Yu Jinwen: "Have you ever eaten Nan Song's cooking?"

Three minutes later, Yu Jinwen replied: [She did it. But I didn’t eat it. What’s wrong?]

Fu Yu: [Uncle, the chef of the state banquet! You won’t eat the dishes cooked by the descendants of the Ding family! What else do you want to eat?!]

Yu Jinwen:【?】

【Did you take the wrong medicine?】

Fu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, silently greeting this comrade and brother who has a wife who doesn't cherish it properly and wastes everything - you really took the wrong medicine!

He is now thinking, if one day Yu Jinwen finds out that his ex-wife, whom he has neglected and disliked for three years, is not only a hacker boss, but also a top chef, will his jaw drop like his?

Then I wanted to pluck out my eyeballs, blaming myself for being blind and mistaking pearls for fish eyes.
Chapter completed!