Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1260 - 160. The hole card becomes invalid_2

Chapter 1260: 160. The hole card becomes invalid_2

Even the lion dance team that had taken up half the street was forced into a corner.

The leader of the lion dance, clearly unwilling to be driven back by the man, waved the lion’s head with both hands and intended to advance again, but he had not even taken a step before he was repelled by the fiery red flames.

He had no choice but to retreat, for he couldn’t sacrifice the tools of his livelihood over a single performance!

Seeing his own lion dance team so embarrassingly overpowered, Wu Zhengqing was so furious that his face turned red and his neck thickened, and what almost made him spit blood was that, without his noticing, the space in front of both the Chen Ji and Wu Ji shops had already been entirely occupied by the troupe of street performers.

While everyone was enjoying the performers, more than twenty pretty young girls suddenly came out of Chen Ji’s shop, each dressed in colorful clothes, and embroidered on their backs were two large characters, "Chen Ji." The young girls, smiling sweetly, approached the onlookers, and whatever they were saying, it was clear that everyone who spoke with them unanimously headed into Chen Ji’s shop.

"Damn it!"

Wu Zhengqing’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. Yet he was in a difficult position because just the shimmering brocade worn by those young girls was something his Wu Ji could not compare with. To think that Chen Ji would dress these promotional girls in such costly shimmering brocade, they were truly throwing around their wealth.

Not only Wu Zhengqing, but Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng were also taken aback for a moment. It was one thing for the decorations inside Chen Ji Cloth Shop to be made of shimmering brocade, but to see these clearly maid-born girls wearing clothes made of it too, it was a slap in the face that resounded with a smack!

"This won’t do, we can’t just sit here and wait to die!" Wu Zhengqing’s eyes narrowed dangerously, thinking that if they couldn’t surpass their rivals on the opening day, it would be even tougher to turn things around in the future.

His eyes darted swiftly, and he beckoned over a young servant and instructed him to go to the Second Prince’s Mansion for a savior. As long as they could get the Second Prince to send a Capital Official, Wu Ji’s situation could turn around.

But before Wu Zhengqing could finish his words, he was startled almost to the point of his eyeballs falling out by the sudden appearance of two people across the way!

Chen Haigang and Shopkeeper Qin were staring blankly at the street performance in front of them; they didn’t remember inviting these performers, did they?

While pondering this, Chen Ruochu, the concubine’s son, came up to them respectfully and said, "Father, Princess Anle has arrived."

What?! Princess Anle?!

Chen Haigang’s eyes unexpectedly widened, his pupils even shrinking rapidly from shock.

"Father, quickly go greet her!" Chen Ruochu’s voice was low, betraying no particular undercurrent in his tone.

"Yes, yes, the greeting, the greeting!"

Chen Haigang rubbed his hands awkwardly, wiping them back and forth on his clothes. This wasn’t his first time meeting someone of high status, but this sudden encounter still left him struggling to react.

Not only him, but Shopkeeper Qin behind him and even Lady Jiang, who had hurriedly rushed out of the shop after hearing the news, showed a look of astonishment.

While they were looking at each other, Princess Anle, surrounded by a crowd, came over with a smile brimming with goodwill.

The man rolling the colorful balls stopped his act, the woman balancing plates did the same, and the fire-breather quickly shut his mouth. The onlooking commoners, although not recognizing the dignified lady who had suddenly appeared, couldn’t help but go weak at the knees after hearing Chen Haigang’s loud and slightly tense voice greeting her.

"Greetings to Princess Anle."

Today, Princess Anle was clad in a green gown with gilded trim and a light, colorful, shimmering gauze over it. Sharp-eyed women had already let out a low exclamation — the gauze that Princess Anle wore was not just any gauze, but the latest Cicada Wing fabric from Chen Ji Cloth Store. Though called Cicada Wing, it couldn’t be considered a true Cicada Wing because it had color, whereas real Cicada Wing was colorless. The colorful gauze was indeed a new creation from Chen Ji Cloth Store — like Cicada Wing, it was thin but not see-through, and the presence of color made it even rarer.

"Everyone, please, there’s no need for such formalities. I came on a whim today; please, carry on as you were," spoke Princess Anle, unconsciously shedding some of her imperious nature and becoming more cordial in front of the simple folk.

Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan, watching from the crowd, saw the casual smile on Princess Anle’s face and the joy in her eyes, and they both felt that this woman was more the Madam Xia they saw every day, not the Princess Anle who put on formal airs before high-ranking officials.