Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1283 - 168, Amnesia?

Chapter 1283: 168, Amnesia?

Not only Xia Hen, but even Liu Limin was shocked by the sudden appearance of the man she had been thinking about incessantly.

This, isn’t this red-clothed man exactly the one she’d been dreaming of these past days? Young Master Wuhen, Young Master Wuhen, who always wore white and boasted of his unblemished purity, was actually wearing red today!

Liu Limin gently covered her chest, feeling as if her search all this time had been entirely misguided!

Who said Young Master Wuhen must only wear white? He clearly could wear red! It was just a coincidence that he was wearing white when we met that day.

"Eh? Why are you not talking? Were you startled by me?" Xia Hen waved his hand in front of Liu Limin, seeming disbelieving.

Having said that, he glanced at the jars of wine in front of him and muttered thoughtfully, "No wonder I found these wines somewhat familiar; they’re brewed by your family’s brewery. Tsk tsk, seems like the flavor isn’t as good as the wine I tasted back in Zhuma Town!"

Mumbling to himself, Xia Hen didn’t hear a response from Liu Limin for a while. When he looked up again, he saw that Liu Limin had already approached him, her expression inexplicably peculiar.

"You are?"

You are?

Xia Hen raised an eyebrow, digging in his ear: "You’re asking me? You, you don’t recognize me? No way, you really don’t recognize me? Weren’t you planning on getting married to me, cough cough, and didn’t I save you once? How could you not recognize me?"

Upon hearing the words ’getting married,’ Liu Limin’s heart sank. So this guy still remembers!

"This young master, I’m quite sure you’ve mistaken me for someone else; I truly do not know you," Liu Limin said, her heart heavy, somehow blurting out these words.

Naturally, Xia Hen didn’t understand; one could even say he was curious.

"Aren’t you Li Limin? Aren’t you the boss of Liu’s Brewery? Doesn’t your brewery have many kinds of fruit wines? You know, that one, ah I’ve also forgotten the name, but I’ve definitely seen you, and you’ve seen me, I’m not lying!"

As he spoke, Xia Hen circled around Liu Limin, no longer caring to hold the wooden spoon or the yellow mud, discarding them carelessly to one side.

Liu Limin steadied her mind, walked to the side, and deliberately avoided Xia Hen, her eyes flitting about: "I don’t know you. May I ask who you are, young master? Today is Young Master Xia’s grand wedding day. Why are you here in the storeroom? You wouldn’t happen to be up to no good, would you?"

After a moment of emotional chaos, upon seeing Xia Hen again, the full force of Liu Limin’s resentment returned. She huffed, glared fiercely at Xia Hen, waiting for his answer with a wary look that was as if she saw a villain.

"Don’t look at me like that! I am Xia Zhen’s uncle; what improper thing could I possibly do? Don’t falsely accuse me!"

Liu Limin’s body trembled slightly, Xia Zhen’s uncle? Wasn’t that the Great General’s brother? She had indeed heard from Lin Yuan about Xia Zheng having a younger brother who seldom returned home. Could it be that this red-clothed charlatan was him?

"I’ve seen Second Young Master Xia." Liu Limin struggled to calm herself. If Young Master Wuhen was Xia Hen, the gap between them seemed not just significant.

"Is Second Young Master Xia tasting the fruit wine? I won’t disturb you then. I’ll be on my way. Please, make yourself at home."

Flustered, she hastily left a message and hurriedly turned to leave, completely ignoring Xia Hen’s loud calls to stop her from behind.

The helpers were still outside waiting for Liu Limin’s commands; when they saw her coming out, they immediately greeted her, but upon seeing her somewhat pale complexion, they hesitated, and the words they intended to say were forgotten.

Liu Limin pursed her lips, waved at them, and then went to rest in the nearest chamber: "Move these wines over there; they’re fine."

Walking swiftly to the chamber, Liu Limin could not regain her composure for a long time. Young Master Wuhen was Xia Hen, and Xia Hen was Young Master Wuhen, no wonder her attempts to get close had been rejected before.

Patting her slightly warm cheeks, Liu Limin squinted her eyes, angry at herself for her weakness: "Liu Limin, oh Liu Limin, which nerve didn’t stretch properly, couldn’t you find a better excuse, and you had to pretend to have amnesia! Are you stupid or crazy? Oh dear, such a lame excuse and that idiot actually believed it. Does he just not want to get to know me?"