Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1128 - 041 Starving!

Chapter 1128: 041 Starving!

"Hungry? Have some snacks."

In the carriage, Xia Zheng took out the prepared snacks and handed them to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan leaned on Xia Zheng’s shoulder, looking listless, completely unlike her domineering and willful self when she had confronted the Lizheng earlier.

She shook her head weakly, "No more, I was smothered by the oil cake Xiao Dong gave me, I don’t want any sweets right now, I just want some real food."

Hearing this, Xia Zheng laughed and put down the snack tray, stretched out his hand, and playfully tweaked her nose, "So not only was my throat stuffed, yours was too! I thought you liked it since you ate with such gusto!"

Lin Yuan wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, "Nice try, you clearly saw I didn’t like it, yet you still teased me. I think the real lover of those was you, you swallowed them all in one go! Oh right, those oil cakes are still on the table, should we go back and bring them? You can eat them all!"

"No thanks," Xia Zheng grinned sheepishly, "It’s not that I loved the oil cake. I just liked being fed by you, but I hope next time it’s not oil cake, but something you make yourself. Hmm, let me think, oh right, chicken noodle soup will do, feed me strand by strand, I could eat two large bowls!"

Lin Yuan pursed her lips, feeding him strand by strand, the noodles would turn cold before he even finished them!

While they were still talking, Lin Yi suddenly said from outside: "Young Master, Miss, up ahead is the Wu Family’s carriage, with two young masters waiting by it. It seems like the Young Masters from the Wu Family deliberately stopped there to wait. Should we stop?"

The Young Masters from the Wu Family of Jiangnan?

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow; her carriage didn’t have any markings, so they shouldn’t have been able to recognize it. It must have been the Lizheng who sneakily told them while heading to the Yamen.

Lin Yuan scoffed, "It seems Hua Hui got off cheaply; he should’ve been turned to ashes!"

Xia Zheng chuckled softly, pressing her head back onto his shoulder, "What’s the big deal? They’re just the Young Masters from the Wu family. If you don’t want to see them, we won’t. They can’t force you, can they?"

Lin Yuan pouted; it would be strange if they could actually force her.

"Don’t mind them," Xia Zheng told Lin Yi. "If those two really have the audacity to block the road, I’ll handle them."

Lin Yuan nodded and closed her eyes again to rest.

Lin Yi drove the carriage forward, and as they got closer, the faces of the two Wu Family Young Masters became clearer. He glanced at them casually and then pursed his lips in boredom.

However, the carriage ultimately stopped.

Lin Yuan, with her eyes closed, didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry, and muttered, "Indeed, shameless."

Xia Zheng shook his head wordlessly; this girl’s mouth really was sharp!

As he was tucking her stray hair, Xia Zheng hadn’t yet withdrawn his hand when he heard the Young Master Wu already impatiently calling out.

"Is that Young Master Xia in the carriage?"

Lin Yuan tugged at Xia Zheng’s sleeve with mischievous intent, "What if we say it’s not us, do you think he will blush?"

"Blush? Do you think a faceless man can blush?" Xia Zheng pinched Lin Yuan’s cheek, attracted by its softness, and couldn’t resist giving another squeeze.

Her cheek hurt from his pinch, and Lin Yuan couldn’t go back to sleep. She opened her eyes and glared at him, making her own eyes sore, but Xia Zheng still wouldn’t remove his hand, instead becoming even more spirited.

"I ask again, is that Second Young Master Xia from the General Mansion in the carriage?"

As there was no response from inside the carriage for a long time, the two Young Masters of the Wu Family became slightly anxious and couldn’t help but ask again.

Xia Zheng held back his laughter, let go of Lin Yuan’s cheek, lifted the carriage curtain and skillfully obscured Lin Yuan’s figure with his body. From the outside, no one could see anything inside the carriage.

As the curtain was lifted, the first thing seen was a man laughing vibrantly, his smile was so bright, but it invited a feeling of wanting to step forward and slap him until he cried.

The man standing beside him was flushing, his eyes squinting, and he still seemed a bit hungover.

The one doing the talking was the same smug-looking man. From previous information gathered, this was Wu Zhengqing, the Second Young Master from the Wu Family; the hungover one was the elder Young Master, Wu Jiangtao.