Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1081 - 023 Glazed Figure (first watch)

Chapter 1081: 023 Glazed Figure (first watch)

Watching Xia Zheng, who was now donning a Mask of Zhu Bajie, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Xia Zheng’s expression changed. Although he knew he had the face of a stinky pig on, he didn’t dare to take it off easily.

There was no helping it, as Xiao Linshuang and her group were walking by right at that moment. If they accidentally discovered them, their date night would turn into a group stroll down the street again.

"Stop laughing," Xia Zheng said, as he slipped the Tigress mask onto Lin Yuan’s face and took the pig mask from her hand, deftly fitting it back onto himself.

Anyway, it wasn’t his first time wearing the Mask of Zhu Bajie. This time was much more pleasant compared to that time in Yecheng.

However.

Lin Yuan touched the Tigress mask on her face and instantly her expression soured. Last time in Yecheng, he joked that she shouldn’t wear a rabbit mask but a tiger mask instead.

She didn’t expect that his words would actually come true today.

She glared at Xia Zheng, adjusted the Tigress mask on her head, thinking if she was the Tigress, then the stinky pig in front of her was the real ’pig playing the tiger’.

Xiao Linshuang’s group passed by, bustling and excited. Fortunately, on their way here, they had picked different masks to wear on their heads and hadn’t noticed that the two people next to them wearing pig and tiger masks were their own sister and brother-in-law.

Once the group had passed, giggling, Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Xia Zheng, she noticed he wasn’t at all concerned about those people, as he had already paid the mask vendor and had moved on to another stall to watch an old artist making clay figurines.

They had clay figurine makers in Yecheng too, though their skills weren’t as fine as this old artist’s. But fundamentally, they were all similar, which is why Lin Yuan wasn’t too enthusiastic.

On the other hand, Xia Zheng pulled Lin Yuan over, removed the mask from her face, and brought their faces close together, excitedly telling the old artist, "Make us together, together!"

The old artist, clearly a keen observer, promptly recognized the playful young man and the slightly shy beautiful girl’s relationship. He chuckled as he kneaded a new piece of clay, gesturing towards the finished figurines and suggesting, "The gentleman and lady are both so attractive. Why don’t I make a pair of matching figurines for the two of you?"

Following the old artist’s gaze, Lin Yuan’s face grew even hotter. The ’matching figurines’ were actually a pair of figurines wearing the Phoenix Crown Veil as bride and groom.

"No..."

Lin Yuan had barely said a word when Xia Zheng almost screamed in excitement, interrupting her, "Yes, yes! That’s great! A pair of matching figurines, the old master really has good taste! That’s just perfect! Money is no object."

As he spoke, he took out a ten-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the old artist’s stall.

Lin Yuan’s eyes widened. She pinched his tender waist as a silent reprimand. A clay figurine, at most, costs two taels of silver. Why use a ten-tael one? Such a wastrel!

But Xia Zheng didn’t mind parting with the ten-tael silver ingot one bit. As long as he liked something, it didn’t matter if it cost ten taels or even a hundred taels—the money would be spent.

Lin Yuan exhaled in frustration. There was a time when Xia Zheng was synonymous with penny-pinching, so how had he suddenly become so generous? And that silver would be hers in the end. Wasting his money was like wasting hers.

However, now that the silver had been handed over, if Lin Yuan tried to exchange it back, she’d truly embarrass Xia Zheng. He was a man who cared about his face, and despite her love for money and her heartache, she couldn’t bring herself to take it back.

Perhaps motivated by the silver on display, the old artist worked with exceptional zeal. Usually, it took the time of burning one incense stick to make one figurine, but this time he took only half as long. And the figurines he crafted truly had distinct features. Although the expressions weren’t very detailed, one could tell at a glance that the little couple was happy and joyful.

In the end, the old artist even dabbed a little rouge on the bride’s cheeks, making her look even more bashfully delightful.

"Here!" Xia Zheng, quite pleased with himself as he took the clay figurines from the old artist, handed them to Lin Yuan. "Take a good look, who knows, maybe one day your dream will come true," he said cheerfully.

Lin Yuan’s hand trembled as she took the figurines, really wanting to stomp hard on a certain someone’s foot. His words made it sound as if she were desperate to get married!

Noticing the slight change in Lin Yuan’s expression, Xia Zheng laughed, "Better that I look at them more, otherwise, I keep dreaming of marrying you."