After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

When Elder Ye speaks personally, the weight of his words is completely different.

Zhao Hongming inwardly groaned; he was truly in a precarious position now.

If we can't get the person to come out, not only will we lose face, but we'll also be directly disrespecting Elder Ye!

He dared not delay any longer and quickly nodded in agreement: "Since you've spoken, Elder Ye, then there's naturally no problem. I'll go and urge them right away!"

Zhao Hongming stared at his phone screen, his thumb even trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Creak—"

Just then, a slightly muffled scraping sound of a wooden door rubbing against each other suddenly rang out in the quiet banquet hall.

Almost instinctively, everyone's gaze followed the direction from which the sound came—to the heavy, carved double door connecting the banquet hall to the kitchen.

The door was slowly pushed open from the inside.

The first person to appear in everyone's sight was Zhao Tianyi, the logistics commander of tonight's banquet and the young owner of the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

However, at this moment, Young Master Zhao, who was usually considered one of the top young masters in Jiangcheng, had lost all his arrogance and airs.

He was like an extremely respectful doorman, forcefully pushing open the heavy solid wood door with both hands, then quickly turning to the side, bowing slightly, to make way for the widest passage behind him, and even making a perfectly standard "please" gesture.

Followed by.

A young man dressed in a plain white chef's uniform walked steadily out of the shadows behind the door.

He stood upright like a pine tree, his expression indifferent as still water.

Behind him, Qin Lang, the troublemaker of the Qin Group, also wore a bespoke tuxedo and followed out like a proud number one henchman, his face full of smug pride.

At first, most of the guests in the hall did not associate the young man in white walking at the front with that "god-level master".

After all, in their deeply ingrained subconscious, a master who could create such a miraculous "national beauty" and receive the evaluation of "the best in the world" from Master Ye must be an old master with white hair, an otherworldly demeanor, and decades of experience cooking in the kitchen of state banquets.

How could he be a young man who looks several years younger than Zhao Tianyi?

"Who is this? A kitchen helper from the Grand Hyatt's kitchen delivering supplies?"

"Chairman Zhao, where is that master you mentioned? Is he still waiting to come out?"

The guests at the nearby tables whispered among themselves, and some even craned their necks to peer behind the open door, trying to find the white-haired old sage.

However, at the main table, which was the most central spot in the entire event.

When Ye Weiguo's gaze casually swept across the face of the young man in white, the old man, who was about to pick up his teacup to moisten his throat, suddenly froze in mid-air as if he had been frozen in place.

The tea sloshed violently in the cup because of his trembling hands, and a few drops even spilled out and splashed onto the white tablecloth, but Ye Weiguo was completely unaware.

His old eyes, which had seen countless people and originally carried a hint of authority and laziness, suddenly widened in that instant!

In his eyes, there was first extreme astonishment, then disbelief, and finally, a burst of light erupted, like a volcanic eruption of extreme ecstasy and shock!

"Master Lin... Master Lin?!"

Ye Weiguo gasped in shock, his voice distorted by extreme excitement, even cracking slightly.

This business tycoon, whose every stomp could cause an earthquake in Jiangcheng and who had just sat down and taken a small sip of wine when city leaders came to offer them a toast, suddenly stood up from his seat!

His movement was extremely large and fierce!

Because he stood up too quickly, the heavy, carved rosewood dining chair behind him was overturned, crashing heavily onto the thick carpet with a dull thud.

But the muffled thud was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the hearts of all the big shots at the table.

Zhao Hongming, who was about to reveal the answer, was so frightened that he trembled all over and his scalp tingled. He quickly stood up straight as well.

Not only Zhao Hongming, but also the real estate tycoons, financial giants and vice presidents of the chamber of commerce at the same table, who were worth tens of billions, saw that Old Master Ye, who was usually calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, would actually get up so out of control for a young man. How could they dare to sit still in their chairs?

"Shuashuashua——"

As if by conditioned reflex, all of the dozen or so top figures at the main table stood up in unison!

This instantly drew the attention of the entire banquet hall to the terrifyingly loud commotion at the main table.

The previously noisy conversations and clinking of glasses suddenly ceased.

Hundreds of eyes stared in astonishment, confusion, and even a hint of fear toward the main table, completely unaware of what momentous event had occurred that would cause half of Jiangcheng's business community to stand up.

However, under the deathly silence of the entire audience, an even more horrifying scene unfolded.

Ye Weiguo simply pushed aside the chair blocking his way, ignoring everyone's gaze, and quickly walked around the main table.

His slightly hunched body suddenly burst forth with amazing energy as he strode towards the young man in ordinary chef's clothes!

"Hahaha! Boss Lin! Young Master Lin! It really is you!"

Ye Weiguo strode up to Lin Fan, reached out and grabbed Lin Fan's hands.

The old man clenched his fists tightly, shaking them up and down, his voice filled with excitement:

"I knew it! In Jiangcheng, besides you, Boss Lin, who else has such extraordinary skills to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, even making something out of a wok of oil!"

"I was just wondering where this peerless master who can perfect pastries has come from in Jiangcheng."

"So, it turns out the 'hiding' of the boiled cabbage in clear broth and the 'releasing' of the peony pastry were both done by your hands!"

"You little rascal, you've kept this from this old man for so long!"

boom--!

When Ye Weiguo uttered these heartfelt words, which completely disregarded his status and could even be described as "condescending," the crowd in the hall erupted in uproar!

"What?!"

"He...he's the mysterious shop owner on Phoenix Golden Street who cured Old Ye's anorexia?!"

"And the same master chef who made this grand finale peony pastry today?! These two culinary titans are actually the same person?!"

"My God! So young?! How is that possible! He looks to be in his early twenties at most!"

The wealthy and noble ladies around them could no longer maintain their so-called elegance and composure. Gasps of shock rose and fell, and whispers filled the air like boiling water.

The way they looked at Lin Fan underwent a dramatic change in just over ten seconds.