Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1263 - 161, Wine Thief (Second Update)

Chapter 1263: 161, Wine Thief (Second Update)

Xia Hen knitted his brows tightly and covered his head with the blanket, tossing a stinky shoe at the young servant who was shouting with his mouth wide open.

The screaming stopped suddenly.

Second Young Master Xia grumbled contentedly and fell back into a deep sleep.

The young servant, still in shock, held the stinky shoe and went before General Xia. If not for the recognizable pattern on the shoe that General Xia identified at a glance, the hot-tempered general would surely have grabbed his long sword to chop someone.

How could anyone just barge into the General Mansion, leaving General Xia to lose face?

However, when General Xia and Princess Anle excitedly arrived at Xia Hen’s room, they found no trace of him. If not for the messy bedding on the bed and the shoe respectfully held in the young servant’s hand, everyone might have thought the young servant was lying.

"Damn it! He slipped away again without even seeing his brother, and his nephew is about to get married. How irresponsible for an uncle!"

Princess Anle hastily soothed her husband with a smile, she had known the three Xia siblings since childhood and was well aware of the love-hate brotherly bond between these two men. Although General Xia complained verbally, he was secretly delighted that his younger brother had returned.

The young servant’s eyes darted around and then noticed an additional piece of paper on the table.

Upon seeing it, General Xia toppled over in anger again.

Outside the city in He family village, Liu Limin had just placed her newly brewed wine into the newly excavated wine cellar and stretched lazily before heading back to her room to rest.

Recently, she had been focused on experimenting with new types of wine, from rice wine to fruit wine, from hawthorn wine to apple wine. And now, having just arrived in the Capital city, she was experimenting with the grape wine Lin Yuan had mentioned to her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the season for grapes, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t make grape wine.

Luckily, since arriving in He family village, she learned a method of brewing yellow wine from the villagers. Although it had only been a few days, she had already managed to refine the yellow wine to taste more mellow and appear clearer.

After a night of staying up, Liu Limin felt completely drained. Just as she rubbed her shoulders and turned around in the corridor, a figure in white suddenly appeared in the corner of the wall.

Young Master Wuhen, or should we say Xia Hen, rolled his eyes swiftly, his prominent nose sniffing intensely. Finally, his gaze settled on an inconspicuous spot.

"Hehe, there’s good wine here." Xia Hen slanted his lips into a smile, his face filled with a crazy eagerness for the fine wine.

In a flash of white, Xia Hen, possessing superb Qinggong skills, appeared at the entrance of the wine cellar.

Not far away, Lin Yi, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes—wolf-like, alert, and sharp—and with a leap, he hooked his fist and caught Xia Hen by the shoulder.

"Thief! How dare you sneak in broad daylight! Such audacity!"

Although Xia Hen was adept at Qinggong, his combat skills were mediocrity at best, merely above average—fine for dealing with petty thieves, but no match for Lin Yi, who was from the Hidden Guard.

Unable to fight back, but Xia Hen still had his tricks.

As the large hand touched his shoulder, Xia Hen sank his shoulder and cried out, "Mercy, great hero, mercy! I just smelled the delicious scent of the wine and came to look, no other intentions!"

Hearing this plea, Lin Yi’s gloomy face suddenly collapsed—who had seen a thief act so shamelessly?

However, just as this thought surfaced, Lin Yi’s expression changed again, the voice sounded eerily familiar.

It was during this moment of hesitation that the still yelling Xia Hen suddenly flipped his left hand, drawing a finely crafted, small dagger from his sleeve.

With a sharp movement of the blade, a wary look flashed in Lin Yi’s eyes, and he promptly released his grip.

Now with his shoulder freed, Xia Hen slicked away with slippery steps. He wasn’t genuinely intending to hurt anyone; he was just excessively tempted by the wine, hence the feigned swipe with the dagger.

But even so, knowing well of his opponent’s superior skills, he hastily tried to escape.

How could Lin Yi let him escape so easily? Especially since the voice was so similar to someone he knew.

"Stop!"

As Xia Hen forced Lin Yi’s arm away with his dagger, creating a weird arc, Lin Yi’s hand quickly reached back to Xia Hen’s shoulder.

Just when Xia Hen thought he would escape, he was suddenly caught, tears streamed down his face. Today was indeed not his day. He had not even seen a shadow of the wine before he was caught red-handed.