Wei Changhuan immediately took out a jade slip and wrote down Ye Qingyun's words in the jade slip.

This serious energy made Ye Qingyun quite satisfied.

It seems that this guy really regards being a chef as his lifelong pursuit.

very good!

Being a cook has a future!

Ye Qingyun picked up a dumpling and put it into his mouth, then took a bite.

Wei Changhuan waited anxiously, keeping an eye on the changes in Ye Qingyun's expression.

Ye Qingyun's expression suddenly froze.

Then his face became uncomfortable.

His brows furrowed even more.

"Sir, what's wrong? How does it taste?"

Wei Changhuan asked nervously.

Ye Qingyun reluctantly swallowed half of the dumpling in his mouth, and then turned to look at Wei Changhuan.

"I said, Lao Wei, how much salt did you put in the dumpling filling?"

Wei Changhuan was startled.

How much salt was added?

He really needs to think about it carefully.

"Let me think about it. When I prepared this dumpling filling last night, I added two spoons of salt for the first time. I tasted it and thought it was a bit bland, so I added another spoonful later."

"After that, I added it twice more, but I still felt it wasn't salty enough, so I simply added five tablespoons."

"It adds up to about ten spoons of salt."

Ten spoons!

Ye Qingyun's face twitched violently.

No wonder these dumplings are so horribly salty.

This one bite almost killed Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun had never eaten such salty dumplings in his life, it was as if he had a piece of salt in his mouth.

Ye Qingyun felt so salty that his blood pressure was about to rise.

Ye Qingyun put down his chopsticks.

"Lao Wei, you should try these dumplings yourself."

"Oh, okay."

Wei Changhuan also picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

"It feels okay, Mr. Ye, what do you think?"

Ye Qingyun: "???"

Such salty dumplings actually taste okay?

Aren't you afraid of being turned into a Yanbahu?

Ye Qingyun frowned and looked at Wei Changhuan with a strange expression.

Does this guy have a problem with his tongue?

Has your sense of taste deteriorated?

So everything you eat is bland?

If that's the case, it will be difficult for Old Wei to become a good cook.

At this moment, Huikong suddenly came to the courtyard with a complicated expression.

"Son!"

Ye Qingyun looked at Huikong curiously.

"What's wrong?"

Huikong clasped his hands together and said: "To the Holy Son, there have been some rumors in the Buddhist sect in the Western Region in the past few days, saying... that the Holy Son is a fake, and that the real Holy Son is someone else!"

When Ye Qingyun heard this, his heart couldn't help but thump.

But on the surface it's still calm.

"Of course the young monk doesn't believe this rumor, but for some reason, this rumor has become more and more popular among Buddhists in the Western Region."
Chapter completed!