Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 246 - 246 246 Kissed with a Puff (9)_1

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Kissed with a Puff (9)_1 Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Kissed with a Puff (9)_1 What a pity.

Xia Zheng’s focus wasn’t there, however.

As he leisurely looked around the shop, noting its size and location for future design and refurbishment, he casually asked, “You’ve run this shop for over ten years, it’s the fruit of your parents’ lifelong hard work.

Can you really bear to sell it?

Aren’t you afraid your parents will haunt your dreams at night and scold you?”

Xia Zheng always spoke his mind, and Lin Yuan was amused by his last remark.

Meng Liangdong also laughed, shaking his head in self-deprecation, “You flatter me too much, brother.

Many years have passed since my parents died, and indeed, they have appeared in my dreams—not only scolding me, but even chasing me with a feather duster.

However, it wasn’t because of the shop but rather because I failed to attain scholarly honor and let them down.”

Lin Yuan felt a pang of sorrow.

As the saying goes, “Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams.” It wasn’t his parents’ wishes haunting him; clearly, Meng Liangdong was putting too much pressure on himself.

Xia Zheng understood as well and muttered softly, “A feather duster?

My old man once chased me with a knife!”

Since the shop sold dry goods and, although not related to pastry shops, it was still about selling food, Lin Yuan didn’t need to worry too much about finding customers.

Additionally, the shop had quite a few ready-made shelves that, despite being used for many years, were well-maintained by Meng Liangdong’s parents and could still be used after a quick clean and polish.

When Lin Yuan was negotiating the shop with Meng Liangdong, she gave him an extra amount of silver, which included the shop’s furniture and dry goods.

Since Meng Liangdong was planning to become a teacher at the schoolhouse and keeping these dry goods would be cumbersome, he readily passed them all to Lin Yuan.

While Lin Yuan and Meng Liangdong were talking, Xia Zheng had already familiarized himself with the basics of the shop and immediately took out pen and paper, jotting down various data.

The size of the shopfront, the size of the back hall, the number of shelves, and the amount of each dry good were all recorded clearly and accurately.

Lin Yuan watched quietly from the side, feeling impressed.

Xia Zheng naturally had a good head for business.

Although he had just casually walked around and even occasionally engaged in off-topic conversation with her, he was very efficient when it came to work.

Watching him bow his head and write seriously, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered what she had heard at the Fuman Building.

If Lao Fan’s father was sending him back to aid in disaster relief, did that mean this guy was leaving?

She had been truly annoyed with this man, who hung around her like a persistent rash, but why did her heart feel so unsettled upon hearing the news that he might leave?

Pouting, and recalling the accidental intimacy they had shared in the carriage, Lin Yuan’s cheeks began to burn again.

She rubbed her face with her hand, only to feel it grow hotter still.

To avoid Xia Zheng noticing, Lin Yuan quickly stepped out of the shop to get some fresh air by the door.

The shop was located in the middle of West Street, with two large pagoda trees in front, as if to suggest that “before one’s door, pagodas ensure promotion and wealth.” It seemed Meng Liangdong’s parents had high expectations for him.

However, as the trees grew larger, they began to block the shopfront, indicating that it was necessary to move them.

The shops on either side sold miscellaneous goods and did average business.

Across from Lin Yuan’s shop was a small but popular restaurant, bustling with patrons even when it wasn’t mealtime.

Diagonally across was an acquaintance’s fabric shop run by Mo Sanniang, which had fairly good business.

Lin Yuan had been there for a while but hadn’t seen Mo Sanniang emerge, suggesting she was busy inside.

With nothing else to do, Lin Yuan walked toward the fabric shop.

After the new house was built, she would need plenty of bedsheets and quilts, so it was also a good opportunity to pick out some pretty patterned cloth to take home.

But before she could enter the shop, she heard a vigorous voice from inside: “Daughter-in-law, look around, take what you like, and I’ll buy it for you!

Don’t hold back, it breaks my heart, there’s nothing I wouldn’t happily buy for you!”