Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 132 - 132 132 Beef Stew with Potatoes (2)_1

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Beef Stew with Potatoes (2)_1 Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Beef Stew with Potatoes (2)_1 In fact, she originally planned to soak the soybeans at noon so that they might be ready to use by evening, but after seeing those thievish eyes of Lao Fan and Xia Zheng, she decided to abandon that idea.

Given Xia Zheng’s inquisitive nature, he would undoubtedly not let her tofu slide.

It was better not to show her talent in front of him.

After planning the work for the next two days, Lin Yuan looked at her family’s three shabby rooms and started to do the math.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the work in the fields would be about over, and noticing the weather gradually cooling, it was time to put the construction of the new house on the agenda.

Luckily, with the “Tofu Money” from Fuman Building, she was no longer worried about building a house.

More importantly, now that they had no relations with those people, she was no longer afraid that once the new house was built, those people would come over to cause trouble.

Because there were suddenly a few more people eating meals at home, Lin Yuan cooked ten large pancakes in one go, the pancakes stacked as high as a small mountain.

The beef in the pot was already fragrant, and Lin Wei watched the steam rise from the pot while stoking the fire, swallowing her saliva.

This was beef, after all.

She had eaten pork and chicken before, but this was truly her first time eating beef.

Even Lin Wei was drooling like this, not to mention the big foodie Lao Fan.

As soon as the aroma escaped from the pot, he popped up from somewhere, circling around the kitchen, while urging loudly, “Stinky girl!

Is it ready yet?”

Although he had experienced this girl’s cooking skills before, he hadn’t expected them to be this good.

What on earth was she making that smelled so exquisite?

His thieving eyes whirled, and Xia Zheng’s instinct to steal knowledge surfaced involuntarily, quickly darting onto the kitchen roof.

There was a spot on the kitchen roof that was broken, where he had stealthily taken five meat pancakes from Lin Yuan earlier.

But this time, he was going to be disappointed.

Just as he got onto the kitchen roof, he was hit with a spicy and choking smell that hit him hard.

Xia Zheng couldn’t handle spicy food, and that smell was even less bearable for him, causing him to burst into a violent cough.

His cough immediately gave away his position.

Lin Yuan held back a laugh.

While holding up the spoon of spicy chili oil, she shouted upward, “I say, Young Master hey, weren’t you tired?

Why did you go rest on top of the kitchen?

Oh, is the view particularly nice up there?

Since you like it so much, why don’t I sell you this shabby kitchen of mine?

Hmm, I won’t ask for much, just give me ten taels of silver and it’s yours!”

Xia Zheng, covering his mouth and nose, still couldn’t stop the burning scent from overpowering him.

He tumbled down with a grimace, while his pitiful howls echoed from the direction of the house: “Stinky girl, you actually ambushed me with shit!”

Lin Yuan stuck out her tongue, pouring the chili oil into the beef pot.

She hadn’t put any feces in it; it was just that Lin Wei habitually disposed of rabbit manure in that corner of the wall.

Just before dinner, Liuzi returned with the horse cart.

The Fuman Building’s workers certainly had face; the moment he got to the Yamen, people were eagerly offering him tea and attending to his business.

Compared to Liuzi, Lin Jiaxiao, who claimed to be kin to the Madam County Magistrate’s concubine, received much less attention, since the staff at the Yamen wouldn’t mingle with the women of the household.

So, when Lin Jiaxiao mentioned his wife’s aunt’s name, even his maternal cousin’s name, it proved futile.

Liuzi naturally wouldn’t miss this great opportunity, and he teased Lin Jiaxiao a good deal more before telling the Yamen’s people about his visit’s purpose.

With him handling things, the matter was quickly settled.

Liuzi returned not only with new household registrations but also with news he heard at the Yamen.

Lin Yongle had his leg broken first, then was trampled wildly by a classmate who went with him to commit crimes.

His leg was already broken before being transported to the Yamen.

What’s more, Master Magistrate ordered that no one was allowed to visit him, so he lay dirty and painfully in a corner of the prison cell all night, only to be discovered the next day with a high fever and unconscious.

However, no one dared to report it; fortunately, a conscientious Warden couldn’t bear to watch and fed him some antipyretic medicine, saving his life.

Lin Jiaxin listened and shook his head in dismay, wanting to say something but refrained because his daughter was present, swallowing the words he might have asked Lao Fan to help save the person.

Lin Jiaxin’s silence didn’t mean Lin Yuan didn’t understand, but she said nothing.

Lin Yongle’s leg was broken by her after all, and it didn’t warrant her spending silver to treat him.

Moreover, Lin Yongle having his leg broken was just repayment for her father’s benevolence.

In her view, she had done nothing wrong.

When her father pleaded for this ungrateful relative and crippled his leg, not once did their family come to help them!

Though this lunch was incredibly delicious, Lin Jiaxin and Lady Liu ate without relish while Xia Zheng and Lao Fan ate with great gusto.

Lin Wei and Xiao Linshuang hadn’t eaten beef before; their manners weren’t great, and even Xia Zheng and Lao Fan had their mouths greasy, almost choking on their eager bites.

When they reached the soft, mushy potatoes, they hesitated not a bit.

Lin Yuan, holding her chopsticks, was not amused.

Clearly, they knew potatoes weren’t poisonous, seeing how deliciously they ate them!

Although Liuzi hesitated a bit, afraid to eat the potatoes, seeing everyone else eating, he took a tentative bite, frowning.

After that first bite, he couldn’t stop himself since the potatoes were so tender and had soaked up the beef’s flavor, making them even tastier than eating the beef alone.

Feeling full after the soup and rice, Lao Fan still savored the meal, rubbing his belly, while Xia Zheng smacked his lips in disbelief, “Little girl’s got some skills!

How about it, do you want to come to my Fuman Building to be a chef?

Don’t look at me with that expression.

I’m not trying to steal your culinary skills.

Hey, you still don’t believe it?

Fine, I’ll set up a private kitchen just for you.

No one else can enter or leave, just for your use, how’s that?”

Being a head chef and having a private kitchen—if someone had told her this ten days ago, she would not have hesitated to agree.

But now, it held little attraction for her.

Her goal was no longer just to be a chef; she wanted to make her own money, open her own restaurant, and be her own boss.

Fuman Building simply couldn’t satisfy her anymore.