Reborn 60 years ago, became a god thanks to the prophet

Old courtyard, new vine.

Full of vitality.

Ever since his retirement, Zhang Weimin, who seems to have been obsessed with flowers and plants, has never been away from his job.

It seemed as if these flowers and plants had become the most important part of his life.

He was even more pitied than Zhang Xingguo and Zhang Jingshan.

When Ye Chen parked the Mercedes-Benz G outside the yard and strode into the yard.

Zhang Weimin just put down the scissors.

Looking at the lush green and full of vitality in the yard, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Little friend Ye is here, wait for me to wash my hands!" Footsteps were heard.

Zhang Weimin turned around and smiled.

Then, at Ye Chen's request, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

"Huai Li is still busy in the house. Shall we make some tea first?" Zhang Weimin said.

"Old Secretary, Secretary Yan is working very hard in there, how can I...how dare I sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor? It just so happens that I also like to study cooking, so I'll go and help Secretary Yan!" Ye Chen said hurriedly.

He still has to say and do what he should say and do.

No matter how glorious he was in his previous life, even the bigwigs in the provincial government had to treat him as a guest of honor.

But now, he is just a young man who has just emerged.

So he wasn't so heartless as to actually wait for Yan Huaili to prepare the meal before inviting him to eat.

"Haha, you like cooking too? That's great, you can go over and see if you can help in any way!" Zhang Weimin laughed heartily.

He secretly admired Ye Chen's ability to deal with social situations and his status.

But how would he know?

If we really want to talk about how to deal with human relationships and one's identity.

Who else can compare to him who lived to be over 80 years old with hundreds of billions of cash in his previous life, and was reborn 60 years ago?

You know, the time Zhang Weimin lived was not as long as Ye Chen in his previous life.

If you want to carve out a path of glory and wealth in the competitive world of fame and fortune, how can you stand at the top of fame and fortune if you don't have the courage to forge ahead in the face of human relationships and worldly affairs?

Right now, Yan Huaili, the top official of the municipal party committee, is busy in the kitchen. If he is really waiting for the other party to serve the food, then he would be really stupid.

A serving of steamed egg.

A steamed turbot.

A plate of blanched mustard greens.

Add another serving of braised short ribs.

This is Yan Huaili's food planning.

Very ordinary homely meal.

Ye Chen, who said he was going in to help, ended up taking on the responsibility.

In the kitchen, Yan Huaili's hearty laughter contrasted with Ye Chen's neither humble nor arrogant attitude.

However, with Ye Chen's superb cooking skills.

But Yan Huaili was frightened quite a bit.

Because of the superb heat and cooking skills.

What is presented is truly a masterful style!

Even if they are just the most ordinary ingredients and the simplest home-cooked dishes.

But under Ye Chen's hands, a refreshing fragrance emanated.

The aroma alone has refreshed Yan Huaili's understanding of these dishes.

Even the glutton in his body was aroused as never before. "Xiao Ye, have you studied cooking before?

When these home-cooked dishes are served.

Yan Huaili looked at Ye Chen as if he were an alien.

With his knowledge of cooking, he can make a few ordinary home-cooked dishes look and smell so good, which is no less than those of high-level chefs.

Like Yan Huaili, Zhang Weimin was also frightened.

I never expected that Ye Chen had such cooking skills. Even though these dishes have not been eaten yet, the fragrance and appearance are enough to tell it all.

"When I was a kid, I was hungry and full one night. Most of the time, I ate steamed buns with pickles, braised spareribs, beef, mutton, fish and shrimp. I remember that I didn't know what it tasted like until high school, and it was my high school class teacher who brought it back to his house to eat it!"

Ye Chen sighed with emotion, his deep eyes revealing a sense of experience that was inconsistent with his age.

She continued, "So, when I was very young and smelled the delicious food in other people's homes, I thought, I want to be a chef when I grow up, so that I can eat all kinds of delicious food that I want but can't. Even when I was in high school, I thought, if I can't get into a good college, then I will go to New Oriental to learn to be a chef. For this reason, during the holidays during the three years of high school, I would go out to work, thinking about saving money, just in case I failed the entrance exam, I can pay the tuition to go to New Oriental!"

As if talking about something that had nothing to do with him, Ye Chen was so calm and gentle, "But God obviously favored me, and I did not fail the exam. It was just because of my yearning for delicious food that I studied cooking whenever I had time, not for anything else, just to fulfill my childhood dream of delicious food..."

The journey of his heart that Ye Chen described was not made up casually.

But this was exactly how he was in his previous life.

It was just that he had tampered with the timeline. In his previous life, during his university years, he had already gotten rid of the childish and careless thoughts of his childhood. Later, he even thought highly of himself and thought that as a top student, how could he waste his time and energy on those things...

It was not until the death of Yinuo and Youyou that he experienced nirvana in endless grief and then slowly began to study cooking. This was not only to regain the yearning of his childhood, but also to use cooking to fill the emptiness in his heart, and let himself indulge in cooking to numb the constant longing for his wife and daughter.

This research lasted for several decades.

So, after coming back with decades of culinary experience, how could this be bad?

However.

After Ye Chen's recollection.

Zhang Weimin and Yan Huaili both fell silent.

It was as if he didn't want Ye Chen to recall too many sad past events.

Yan Huaili smiled and sighed inwardly, "You have not only fulfilled your childhood dream, but it is said that the more home-cooked the food is, the harder it is to cook well. Home-cooked food is the standard for testing the chef's ability. Your home-cooked dishes are more difficult than those of many first-rate chefs. As the saying goes, the color, fragrance and taste are all perfect. Although I haven't tasted it yet, the color and fragrance are enough to make those first-rate chefs ashamed!"

After laughing loudly, Yan Huaili said, "Xiao Ye, if you were to open a restaurant, I'm afraid you would be overwhelmed with customers and your business would be very successful!"

"Opening a restaurant? That's not suitable for me!" Ye Chen said with a smile.

"Oh? How do you mean?" Yan Huaili twitched his lips and pondered. "Because the money comes too slowly!" Ye Chen said seriously.

Unexpectedly, Yan Huaili was stunned by this answer.

Having been an official for many years, he has dealt with countless businessmen.

But no one has ever said such things bluntly in front of Yan Huaili.

"So that's why you're selling flawless cream, right? Haha!"

Here we come!

Ye Chen smiled bitterly to himself.

I guessed that the theme of this meal must be the flawless cream. But I didn't wait for Ye Chen to respond.

Zhang Weimin laughed at the right moment, "Stop talking now, hurry up and start eating, or the food will get cold. Then you won't be able to taste how great Mr. Ye's cooking skills are, haha!"

"The old leader is right, right, haha..."

After echoing.

Yan Huaili, who had no airs of being the top man of the municipal party committee, picked up his chopsticks without any hesitation, but he still kept the basic courtesy of respect and inferiority. He waited until Zhang Weimin, who was his teacher, friend and father, took the lead in picking up his chopsticks before he followed suit...