Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 242 - 242 242 Kissed with a Puff (5)_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Kissed with a Puff (5)_1 Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Kissed with a Puff (5)_1 What was being plotted, Lin Yuan hadn’t heard clearly.

Just when she wanted to get closer to listen, the door was suddenly yanked open from the inside.

Startled, Lin Yuan looked up and met Xia Zheng’s deep eyes, so deep they seemed bottomless.

Lin Yuan was a bit dazed, blinked, and when she looked again, Xia Zheng was all smiles.

For a moment, Lin Yuan thought she had seen it wrong, but something told her she hadn’t.

“So it’s you.” Xia Zheng seemed to let out a sigh of relief, as if, had the person eavesdropping not been Lin Yuan but someone else, they might have been silenced by him.

Inside the room, Lao Fan had regained his usual leisurely demeanor, sitting with ease at the table, delicately holding a piece of Osmanthus Cake and bringing it to his mouth in tiny bites.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, he quickly waved her over, urging her to come taste: “You rascal, come and try this.

It’s Osmanthus Cake made by the new chef in the kitchen, and it’s really quite special.

Although it doesn’t compare to the Imperial Chef’s skill, it has a unique flavor, hmm, it’s simply moreish.”

Xia Zheng, aware that Lao Fan was purposely changing the subject, hummed in agreement, “Unique flavor?

I think it’s just so-so.

It’s not even as delicious as the plain steamed buns made by my Yuanyuan!”

‘So-so’ was something he had learned from Xiao Linshuang, who of course had overheard it from her elder sister.

Watching the rare harmonious understanding between the old and the young, Lin Yuan also pretended as if nothing had happened, walked cheerfully to the table, picked up a piece of Osmanthus Cake, and took a light bite to savor it.

Undeniably, the taste of the Osmanthus Cake was not top-notch, but it wasn’t something a mere amateur could produce.

The pastry chef must have put in considerable effort.

However, compared to her, it still fell a little short.

“The flavor is indeed good, but…”

As soon as the conversation turned to food, Lao Fan forgot all about serious matters; he leaned forward eagerly, asking, “But what?

Is there something missing?

Can you make an even tastier Osmanthus Cake, you rascal?”

Lin Yuan’s eyes twinkled, and with a mischievous smile, she beckoned with her finger, “Do you want to try it?”

Lao Fan nodded.

On the other hand, Xia Zheng stood by with crossed arms and a smirk, enjoying the spectacle.

He knew that with this girl’s arrival, trouble was sure to follow, yet Lao Fan had blissfully fallen into the trap, completely unaware.

Lin Yuan clapped her hands, stood up, and with a secretive smile, she declared, “Bring out your new chef; Miss Lin would like to have a word with him.”

In the Fuman Building’s kitchen, a crowd had already gathered by now.

Shopkeeper Liu, seeing the eager, drooling faces of the young attendants around him, couldn’t help but beam with joy.

It seemed like the last time this had happened was when Lin Yuan first came to Fuman Building and had offered to cook frog for the Boss.

He hadn’t expected to witness such a scene again, just a few months later.

But this time, it was clearly different.

Standing in the kitchen wasn’t just Lin Yuan alone.

There was another, the new pastry chef, Master Wu.

Master Wu, who was already in his forties and had been making cakes for over twenty years, had never expected to be challenged by a twelve-year-old girl today, leaving him both intrigued and incredulous.

More so because the pastry she had proposed was his signature secret technique, the Osmanthus Cake.

Tightening the apron around his waist, Master Wu smiled at Lin Yuan who was standing across from him and said, “Miss Lin, shall we begin?”

Lin Yuan nodded, although Master Wu showed no sign of underestimating her, she could tell that he didn’t believe she could make an Osmanthus Cake more delicious than his.