Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1116 - 037 The Pollution from the Carriage (First Update)

Chapter 1116: 037 The Pollution from the Carriage (First Update)

When He Guangming returned with the freshly brewed tea, Lizheng was already so exhausted that he had collapsed on the ground, unable to get up. His originally clean clothes were now stained with filth, and they gave off such a stench that it was unbearable to look at him.

Perhaps even more amusing was Lizheng’s hair and face. His hair, which had been slicked back and shiny, now looked like a wild tangled mess, a spitting image of a bird’s nest. And his face was smeared with suspiciously dirty substances.

In the face of Lizheng’s dirty and disheveled appearance, He Guangming couldn’t help but laugh quite inappropriately.

"Young Master, miss, please have some tea," said He Guangming, perhaps having grasped the intentions of the two. His attitude toward Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng had obviously improved when he served them tea, even considerately rinsing the cups with tea water.

"Thank you," said Lin Yuan with a smile, accepting the teacup. And truth be told, after watching such an entertaining spectacle, she really was a bit thirsty.

Xia Zheng looked at her affectionately and also took the teacup, slowly sipping from it.

Seeing He Guangming return, Hua Hui’s weary eyes suddenly opened wide, and he weakly waved at him, "Hurry, come here, continue with your work!"

A flicker of disgust crossed He Guangming’s face, clearly having little respect for this double-dealing Lizheng.

It has to be said that this He Guangming was too honest. He had agreed to come back later, but worried about the thirst of the other two, he only dallied a little before returning.

And now, Hua Hui’s task was only half finished. As for the other village heads, although they worked in pairs, it was clear they were all used to being pampered at home and had never done such rough work. Up to now, they hadn’t finished the job either.

He Guangming frowned, about to pick up the shovel he had stuck in the ground, when he heard Lin Yuan suddenly say, "What are you going to do? Are you also going to mess with that stinky stuff? No, no, if you go handle that, who will pour tea for me? Are you suggesting I should do it myself?"

Xia Zheng rolled his eyes. At home, when did he not make his own tea? Today, she was indeed being quite the actress!

However.

Xia Zheng chuckled, finding Lin Yuan’s act today endearing and appealing. If it meant teaching the self-serving Lizheng a lesson, he was all for Lin Yuan being even more theatrical, going all out!

Hearing Lin Yuan’s words, Lizheng promptly raised his hand and said, "No problem, no problem, I, I will pour the tea for the miss."

At Lizheng’s self-inviting remark, Lin Yuan scornfully curled her lip, "You? You, all filthy and stinking, want to pour tea for me? Do you wish me not to drink it? Fine, Lizheng, if you don’t want me here just say it outright. I’ll leave this instant and won’t bother you any longer!"

With that, she really did put down her teacup on the small side table and stood up to leave, "Lin Yi, aren’t you going to hurry up and pack up the tables and chairs? Let’s go check out the field over there!"

Lin Yi, who was leisurely basking in the sun on the carriage shaft, didn’t even lift his eyelid, listlessly turning to his other side to continue his sunbathing.

The corner of Lin Yuan’s mouth twitched in irritation at her companion’s lack of cooperation. Roast for all she cared; she might as well turn him into charcoal!

Lin Yuan’s suggestion to go look at the field nearby seemed to work magic, instantly igniting the passion of Lizheng and the other village heads, who were already half-dead from exhaustion.

Lizheng started working with gusto, swinging the shovel energetically, "Don’t go, please don’t! I’m finishing up right now. Miss, please sit down for a moment and have some tea. By the time you’ve finished this tea, I’ll have completed the work!"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, following up on his words, "Really? Well then, Lizheng, you’d better keep your word. By the time I’m done with this pot of tea, you’d better have finished the work! If you don’t, I’ll have no use for your land."

Ouch!

Lizheng let out a pained cry, tears streaking across his cheeks. Clutching his toe that had accidentally been hit by his own shovel, he rued his green guts. It was indeed a case of reaping what one had sown. Why did he have to say that? Now, he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot. No, no, he had swung the hoe and smashed his own foot, to be exact!

Lin Yuan stuck her tongue out playfully and settled back onto the small stool to continue watching Lizheng work.

It had to be said, Lin Yuan had really gotten the better of Lizheng this time. He was not only tasked with moving manure but also had to use his own carriage to transport the baskets of manure elsewhere. There was no choice; Lin Yuan couldn’t stand the odor and insisted they take it to the other side of the estate!