Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 106 - 106 106 Delicious Feast_1

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Delicious Feast_1 Chapter 106: Chapter 106 Delicious Feast_1 Early the next morning, as expected, Lao Fan’s knocking once again erupted outside the door.

Lin Yuan opened the door with a scowl and a bang, “Knock, knock, knock!

You won’t be happy until you’ve woken up the whole village, will you!”

Liuzi kept his distance, shivering under the force of Lin Yuan’s fierce demeanor.

Yet Lao Fan’s mustache was curled up high, with an air of entitlement that said you owe me a knocking, “This old man has urgent matters today, and if it wasn’t for worrying about giving your father acupuncture, I wouldn’t be here this early!

Hmph!”

Lin Yuan swung her fists in anger, what kind of worry about giving her father acupuncture, it sounded so nice, but it was clearly the food at her house she was keeping an eye on!

Taking advantage of Lin Yuan’s yet-to-explode state, Lao Fan had already darted into the yard, circling the freshly made tofu and ogling it.

If it weren’t for the vigilant gaze of a wolf cub beside him, he would have long since been unable to restrain his salivating mouth and sneakily taken a bite.

With Xiao Linshuang keeping an eye on Lao Fan, Lin Yuan entered the kitchen with peace of mind.

She guessed that these two must have come to freeload breakfast, so she got up early and prepared the dough.

There was still quite a bit of meat filling left over from last night’s dumplings, and she could go straight for the meat-stuffed pancakes soon.

Lao Fan could do nothing but watch the tofu, but Liuzi couldn’t afford to be idle.

As soon as the Boss entered, he hastily moved the food brought on the cart into the house with agility.

This time, there were no grains like rice or flour, but he brought a large piece of pork and a slab of beef, in addition to quite a few vegetables, one of which Liuzi carefully placed in the corner.

“Miss Lin, this stuff was found by our Young Master in the wild.

They say nobody there dares to eat it because an old beggar who was starving ate some once, and afterward, he died,” Liuzi said, pointing at the dozen or so clumps of earth, keeping his distance as if facing some flood beast.

As Lin Yuan stuffed the meat filling into the pancakes, she glanced over at the thing on the ground and pursed her lips, “If you know it can kill a person, why did you bring it to me?

Does Lao Fan want me to hurry up and eat it so I can die and be reincarnated sooner?”

Upon hearing this, Liuzi broke into a cold sweat and waved his hands frantically, “No, no, that’s not what the Boss means.”

“So it’s the meaning of your Young Master, then?”

Liuzi felt as if half of his body had been plunged into an ice hole.

This young lady, oh, she was even harder to serve than the Young Master.

“It’s not the intention of our Young Master either, oh, of course, and definitely not mine.

Oh dear, miss, please don’t look at me with that gaze, my heart is about to jump out of my throat.”

Seeing that she had turned Liuzi’s face pale with fright, Lin Yuan rolled her eyes.

Was she that terrifying?

“Alright, alright, spill it.

What do you really want?”

Having been granted the opportunity to speak by her, Liuzi quickly blurted out everything in one breath, fearing this ancestor would interrupt and twist his words again.

“You brought a new dish to Fuman Building, didn’t you, miss?

You have no idea how hot the tofu has been selling these past few days!

At first, our Young Master was solely fixated on the cold noodles, but now he’s taken to studying tofu.

However, the Boss is adamantly not telling him who the supplier is, which drove our Young Master crazy.

He ran off into the wild yesterday, um, roaming for a day.

When he came back, he brought this thing.

He said to have it examined by the Boss’ mysterious chef, to see if it could be turned into a delicious dish that isn’t harmful.

If it can be concocted, he won’t pursue the Boss about the chef’s identity anymore.

If not, well, he’ll have to ask, ask…”

“What do you mean ‘let’?” Lin Yuan could sense trouble just by looking at Liuzi’s awkward expression, as if caught between speaking out and staying silent.

She knew for sure the Young Master hadn’t said anything good!

Liuzi glanced at her, swallowed hard, and stiffly said, “He said you have to kneel, bow your head, and kowtow while serving him tea, admitting you’ve been fishing for compliments and pretending to be something you’re not, claiming you’re not really a chef!

Plus, you have to cook for him three meals a day, without repeating dishes, for an entire year.”

Bang!

Clang!

Clunk!

Liuzi, with a swollen bruised face, clumsily fled from the kitchen.

Behind him, Lin Yuan’s furious bellows chased after him, “When did I ever say I was a chef?

When did I ever bet with that worthless Young Master?

Lao Fan, get out here!

Did you start spouting nonsense again?

Lao Fan!

Take your potatoes and get out!

Get out!”

Lao Fan, who was reveling in someone else’s rage from the safety of the eastern room, kicked back leisurely with his legs crossed.

Watching the little mother tiger being firmly blocked by Lady Liu and Lin Wei, he suddenly yelped in pain as his thigh got bitten, “You little wolf cub, biting my leg again!”

Out of respect for Lady Liu’s desperate pleas, Lin Yuan couldn’t very well continue her outburst at Lao Fan.

However, she had her own ways of getting revenge.

Breakfast wasn’t supposed to include meat pancakes, huh?

Well, Lao Fan was old, and meat wasn’t easy for him to digest so early in the morning.

To protect his stomach, which had endured decades of abuse, Lin Yuan specially prepared for him a “delicious and healthy” meal of charred, burnt pancakes with spicy pepper—a full ten of them!

Not only that, but Lin Yuan also decided it would be healthier for the old man to exercise before breakfast to work up an appetite.

So after watching the rest of the family enjoy their meat pancakes, he was served his “special treat.”

Lao Fan suffered through the meal, thinking the girl had actually prepared a feast out of kindness, only to discover it was this monstrosity.

Angry and resentful, he said, “You little thing, you’re just as bad as that other one!

You’re going to be the death of me, old man!

I won’t eat, won’t eat, won’t eat!”

When Lin Yuan finished clearing the tableware and returned to the kitchen, she wasn’t really trying to make the old man eat those burnt pancakes; it was just to annoy him.

She had already set aside five meat pancakes for him to eat on the way back.

But when she went back to find those five pancakes, they had mysteriously disappeared—along with the cloth they were wrapped in.

“Huh?

Are there mice?” Lin Yuan picked up a broom, ready for battle.

Their house used to be so poor that not even mice would bother visiting; could it be now, with food around, they had returned?

Meanwhile, someone hidden away was enjoying the feast, almost choking on Lin Yuan’s words.

To be compared to a mouse!

He was miffed.

This bratty girl needed a lesson.

But, he had to admit, the girl’s cooking skills were indeed impressive—the meat pancakes were truly delicious!

Despite his protestations about not wanting the burnt pancakes, Lao Fan’s hunger was greater than his pride, and while complaining, he ate two of them.

Wiping off his sooty lips, he prided himself as he strutted into the eastern room to perform acupuncture on Lin Jiaxin.