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Yang Ye glanced around with interest, his eyes brimming with clear joy. “Not bad at all.”

The tables and chairs were new, the bowls and chopsticks were fresh, and the food was different from the norm.

Qiao Xiaomai really understood his taste; the spread of meals on the table was precisely to his liking.

Usually, he feasted on a variety of expensive ingredients; seldom would he encounter dishes like pork offal, field snails, and loaches at his dining table.

Moreover, whenever he attended banquets, the host would exhaust their minds to please him with rare and expensive parts of the meal.

Such dishes full of rustic flavors, tasted once in a while, he enjoyed!

He smiled and turned to Qiao Xiaomai, “Miss Qiao, won’t you sit down and join us?”

“Your Highness, I still have preparations to make for the feast outside,” Qiao Xiaomai responded respectfully.

Yang Ye regretfully shook his head, “Go on then.”

Qiao Xiaomai agreed and exited the room with the members of the Tong Family.

Once they had left, Yang Ye picked up his chopsticks, “Come on, everyone, pick up your chopsticks. All this food is from Anping Village, right?”

He gestured towards the sauteed snails, loaches and fried small fish.

“Your Highness is correct, these were caught by Sanlang in the stream yesterday,” replied Tong Tiehu.

“The people of Anping Village have good feng shui, so these local dishes are undoubtedly delicious,” Yang Ye spoke as he relished a fried fish.

Seeing him begin to eat, others at the table also picked up their chopsticks and started to enjoy the food.

“Hmm, quite good. The feng shui is good, and so is Miss Qiao’s cooking skills,” Yang Ye nodded, his expression reflecting deep satisfaction with his visit.

Tong Tiehu chuckled and went on to explain Qiao Xiaomai’s preparation process for each dish to Yang Ye.

Yang Ye listened with rapt attention.

The village Chief listened with a satisfied expression, as he was merely here to indulge in a good meal.

It would be a loss not to taste Qiao Xiaomai’s culinary skills.

The Feng Shui Master that Yang Ye brought along looked around fifty with a chubby figure, a wealthy smile on his face, and his hair combed neatly. He didn’t look like a Feng Shui Master at all; he looked more like a wealthy merchant.

His chopsticks repeatedly reached for the sliced pig’s ears salad while praised the dish highly, “The perfect combination of fat and lean, absolutely authentic.”

“Master Ma, did 1 exaggerate?” Yang Ye inquired lightly.

“There was no exaggeration, not at all. If all the meals were like this, I wouldn’t mind staying in Anping Village for a year or half,” Ma Dongshu spoke.

“All this just to examine the Feng Shui?” An austere middle-aged man asked.

“General Cen, you don’t understand. Feng Shui is a profound science. Our predecessors thousands of years ago…”

“Enough, there’s no need to recite your entire lineage,” Cen Hong interrupted Ma Dongshu, looking at Yang Ye with a puzzled expression, “Your Highness, even if the Feng Shui of the village is good, what then?”

It was just a small village after all; even if the Feng Shui was outstanding, would Yang Ye consider building a residence here?

“Establish a residence, of course,” Yang Ye replied naturally, not at all put off as he savored a snail with a toothpick, “Just for the culinary skills of Miss Qiao, I would be interested in living here for a while every year.”

Cen Hong choked, his mouth twitching.

He acknowledged that the food was delicious, but the notion of being willing to live in a small village for it, he didn’t believe it.

If he genuinely liked ‘Miss Qiao’s’ cooking skills, bringing her back to the Wang Residence would be enough. There was no need to go to the great lengths of inviting Ma Dongshu.

This Prince Wei must have ulterior motives.

As he pondered, suddenly, a commotion broke out outside, which was a woman’s heart-piercing voice, “Xiaomai, I know I was wrong, can you plead to the village chief for me? I know 1 was wrong, please!”