Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 142 - 142 142 Offering a Mansion (2)_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Offering a Mansion (2)_1 Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Offering a Mansion (2)_1 Can Xia Zheng be any less sarcastic!

Lin Yuan, with a darkened face, stuffed the deed that documented the house transfer back into his hand: “What’s this for?

Didn’t Lao Fan say I could choose a house when I had time?

Why did you suddenly buy it for me?”

It indeed was bought for her, because the deed clearly stated Lin Yuan as the beneficiary, and it even had the official seal of the Zhuma Town Yamen, so it was unlikely to be a fake.

Besides, Xia Zheng was the Young Master of the Fuman Building; did he really need to deceive a little village girl?

Xia Zheng didn’t expect her to return the deed.

This was so unlike her greedy nature.

Didn’t she rip up his IOU with relish that day, so why was she refusing it now?

“Didn’t you say you wanted to open a tofu workshop in town?

I went back and personally picked out the place for you.

A storefront with two rooms, a backyard with four side rooms and two storage rooms, and there are even several trees planted in the yard.

The environment is nice and the location is good; it absolutely meets your requirements.”

“I know all that.

I just want to ask, why are you buying me a house?” Lin Yuan crossed her arms and, thinking of the half-made tofu in the kitchen, deliberately walked a few steps forward, pressuring Xia Zheng to back away from the kitchen.

Seeing the girl on guard as if against a thief, Xia Zheng’s face darkened as well, and with a somewhat wounded pride, he tossed the deed onto a little stool beside her and said haughtily, “No reason, I just like it!

Just go live there, that’s all.

The location might be a bit out of the way, but I’ve checked—all clear of bad characters, you won’t be at a loss!”

With that, he turned and left without looking back, only glancing down at the main gate on his way out.

Lin Yuan was left somewhat stunned.

She hadn’t expected him to come storming in and then leave just as quickly, leaving her at a loss for words.

And the house, that was even more baffling.

Why would he suddenly bring her a deed out of blue?

Listening to him, the courtyard was worth at least one hundred taels of silver.

This unprovoked gift made her suspect that he might have some evil intentions towards her.

Sell her to a brothel?

No way, she looked down at her chest, smaller than a bun, and thought she was flattering herself too much.

Was it to hire her as a head chef?

That must be it.

She had refused him last time, so this time he was trying to win her over with a grand house.

While she was pondering this, Liuzi came running in, grinning at her: “Miss Lin, our Young Master said he would compensate for the main gate.

He’ll find someone to make a new one and send it over once he’s back.”

Speaking of the main gate, Lin Yuan remembered Xia Zheng’s mischief.

She looked at the old, worn-out door full of woodworm holes and said, “No rush.

In a few days, I’m going to renovate and need a new house anyway.

That door should be replaced.

Let your Young Master directly compensate me with a new one of the right size when the time comes.”

Liuzi shivered, this young lady sure knew how to make a deal; replacing an old gate with a new one was already quite a profit, and now she was even making demands.

But recalling the Young Master’s words—that whatever she requested must be granted—he still cheerfully agreed, reasoning that whatever the replacement, the cost would be on the Young Master.

Lin Yuan picked up the deed again from the stool and handed it to Liuzi: “Give this back to your Young Master and tell him, even if he gives me a house, I won’t come to the Fuman Building as a chef.

Tell him to give up on that idea.”

How could he dare to take back something the Young Master had given away?

Liuzi frantically waved his hands as if Lin Yuan was holding some ferocious beast, backing away two steps and quickly saying, “No, no, our Young Master gave it to you, so please accept it.

I don’t know about other things, but what I do know is that our Young Master seldom gives gifts, and once he gives something away, he never takes it back.

You better keep it.”

He added to himself after speaking, “I clearly heard the Young Master tell the Boss that he wouldn’t hire Miss Lin as a chef anymore, so why has he changed his mind all of a sudden?”

Although it was muttered softly, Lin Yuan still heard it clearly: not hiring her as a chef, then why give her a house?

Could it really be to take her to a brothel?

Just as she thought this, Lin Yuan immediately shook her head to dismiss such a preposterous notion.

Would the Young Master of the Fuman Building be so lacking in silver that he’d have to sell a village woman into a brothel?

To put it bluntly, that house was worth more than she was.

When Lin Yuan no longer insisted on his taking back the deed, Liuzi looked into the kitchen with rolling eyes, and while peering, came over grinning and said ingratiatingly, “So, Miss Lin, what did you cook for breakfast this morning?

Is there any left?

The Young Master dragged me over here early in the morning, I haven’t had a bite to eat yet.”

Came this early in the morning?

“Did your Young Master have his breakfast?” Lin Yuan looked at Liuzi suspiciously, and seeing him shake his head blankly, remembered that she got up half an hour earlier than usual because she had to prepare the tofu orders for the day.

Normally, that was the time she would expect Lao Fan to come by.

Was this guy also here to mooch a meal?

Did they all see her home as a free diner?

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but glancing at the deed in her hand, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

After all, this man had helped her more than once.

One breakfast was nothing much, forget it; who could say she wasn’t a good-natured person with a warm heart.

“Wait here.” She folded the deed neatly and put it inside her jacket, then turned around and went back into the kitchen.

There were only three leftover morning pancakes—definitely not enough for the two men—so Lin Yuan picked out two bean paste-filled mooncakes she had made the day before, wrapped them in a clean towel, and handed them to Liuzi: “You’ve come at an awkward time, this is all that’s left from breakfast.

Just nibble on these on the way and have a good meal when you get back to the Fuman Building.”

Liuzi happily accepted them, thanking her and chuckling, “The food at the Fuman Building is nowhere near as delicious as what you make, Miss Lin.

Thanks a lot!

I’ll be off then.”

After instructing Liuzi to come for the tofu the next morning, Lin Yuan watched him disappear at the entrance, then turned back to resume her tofu pressing in the kitchen.