Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1259 - 160. The hole card becomes invalid

Chapter 1259: 160. The hole card becomes invalid

Passing through the crowded mass of people, everyone could only see several colorful balls tumbling up and down. As for how those balls were actually rolling back and forth, no one could see.

Many stood on tiptoes, craning their necks curiously to look in that direction, losing interest even in the magnificent lion dance performance nearby.

Xiao Linshuang, Lin Wei, and a few others also craned their necks curiously, whispering speculations about what was happening over there.

It was unclear whether the performers on that side were deliberately whetting everyone’s appetite, but only after they had captured everyone’s full attention did the crowd blocking the view start to slowly disperse. The citizens voluntarily moved to both sides, clearing the central path. Only then did everyone finally glimpse the true faces of the tumbling balls.

They saw a man in colorful attire with a pink flower in his hair, juggling seven colorful balls in his hands, which flipped and spun like a rope dart. His hands, exceptionally fair and nimble, did not seem like those of a man, to the point where even Lin Wei couldn’t help but exclaim in envy at the sight of them.

Realizing what was happening, Lin Yuan finally understood—it was acrobatics. She had to admit, the man’s ball-juggling skills were impressive; she couldn’t even handle two balls, while this man managed seven. If not for the varying colors of the balls, she wouldn’t be able to discern there were indeed as many as seven balls, which almost seemed to merge together into a blur.

Behind the man flipping balls was a slender woman. Despite the chilly spring air, she wore a thin garment, and moreover, her arms, as white as lotus roots, were exposed.

In this era, although women didn’t stress much about keeping their feet hidden, they were very conscious of their public morality. A woman like her, exposing her body in such a public space, was a rare sight. Yet, despite her exposure, not a single person paid attention to her arms because all eyes were fixated on the plates she held high.

Each of her hands balanced five bamboo sticks of varying lengths, and atop each stick was a bright white plate. All ten plates, five in each hand, spun independently without a single one dropping.

If that wasn’t enough, this plate-spinning woman wasn’t standing still. She walked with small, steady steps behind the man juggling the balls, her feet adorned with embroidered red shoes—neither too far nor too close. It appeared she had walked a considerable distance, and the fact that none of the plates had fallen showed the depth of her skill.

While many were focused on the plates in the woman’s hands, some had already begun to notice her exposed, fair arms.

Wu Jiangtao’s eyes glistened as he stared at the attractive woman before him, and particularly at her slightly trembling white arms. Images of his own greasy hands touching her flashed indecently through his mind.

Wu Zhengqing, who had rushed out from his store upon receiving the report, instantly saw the disgraceful sight of his older brother drooling. He couldn’t help feeling disgusted and elbowed him without mercy, hissing, "Wipe your mouth, you’re shameful!"

Alas, Wu Jiangtao was completely enthralled and didn’t notice him, leaving Wu Zhengqing almost reeling in irritation. However, Wu Zhengqing lost the desire to deal with him as his eyes anxiously watched the jugglers. Now that the customers were all drawn to the performers, even those who were picking fabrics in his shop had run out. This was certainly not a good sign.

Moreover, it was obvious that these performers had been brought in by Chen Ji from across the way.

With a "whoosh," a bright red flame interrupted Wu Zhengqing’s thoughts.

After arriving at Chen Ji’s door, the man and woman with the balls and plates automatically stepped aside, and now at the very center stood a middle-aged man capable of fire-breathing. The man’s appearance wasn’t memorable, but the thick plumes of fire he produced from his mouth were unforgettable—a long, bright red fire tongue rolling like a Fire Dragon, as if eager to lick away anything that drew near.

"Bravo!"

Amidst a round of applause, the middle-aged man’s face grew more excited. His feet moved rapidly as he spat fire in a circle around the crowd. Forced back by the flickering flames, the onlookers retreated while applauding, giving him even more space to perform.