Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 253 - 253 253 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (7)_1

Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (7)_1 Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (7)_1 As Lin Yuan served Xia Zheng some food, Liuzi’s face suddenly turned pale, and he turned around in a hurry, planning to find a new bowl to switch out.

But before he could get a bowl, he heard someone chewing loudly behind him.

Xia Zheng, still with a proud look on his face, devoured the meat in the bowl in just a few bites and then, pointing at another dish on the table, the sweet and sour pork ribs, he said in a voice that was both commanding and whining, “I want more.”

Lin Yuan, speechless, still obligingly picked up some ribs with her chopsticks and placed them in his bowl, “Alright, alright, these ribs are really tasty, too, try them.”

Watching Xia Zheng eat with a smile on his face, Liuzi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Was this really their Young Master?

He actually ate the food someone else had served him?

He really ate it!

And he was enjoying it so much that his mouth almost split to his ears!

“Amitabha, Amitabha!

Boss, Young Master certainly didn’t mean to reject you, Amitabha.”

Liuzi clasped his hands together and muttered incessantly.

It’s no wonder Liuzi made such a fuss.

Last time, Lao Fan, while eating vigorously, accidentally splashed a drop of oil into Xia Zheng’s bowl from the just-served boiled fish, and Xia Zheng wouldn’t stop making a fuss about it.

Not only did he demand a new bowl, he also had the chef prepare a whole new table of food and moved to another room to eat by himself.

This enraged Lao Fan to the point of smoking fury.

Wasn’t this an outright disdain for him?

He immediately burst into a loud argument wanting to settle the score with Xia Zheng.

If it weren’t for Shopkeeper Liu and him holding him back tightly, the father and son might have erupted into a major battle again.

This meal was thoroughly enjoyed by Xia Zheng, but it was quite a hardship for Lin Yuan.

Young Master Xia wasn’t just eating; he was essentially having her feed him.

She picked up a piece with her chopsticks, and he’d eat it; if she stopped, he would too.

Lin Yuan was so irritated she almost wanted to throw down her chopsticks and quit.

But then, seeing Xia Zheng’s mournful pout, she wondered if she was being too cruel?

Ultimately, she couldn’t bear it and resignedly fed the Young Master who expected to be handed everything on a silver platter.

After eating their fill, Xia Zheng sat rubbing his belly, smirking leisurely to himself, while Lin Yuan examined the renovation plan he had drawn up earlier.

This dry goods store was essentially bought outright, so there was no need to change much in the way of shelving and counters in the shop.

Just refreshing the walls and fixing up the floors would be sufficient.

However, the rear hall and chambers did need a good renovation.

Meng Liangdong had been using the rear hall as a bedroom and the chambers as storage, so the functions of these rooms had been completely overturned.

Fortunately, Xia Zheng knew himself well and had dismantled the bed frames in the rear hall, moving them to the chambers.

He added bookshelves and a desk in the rear hall, as well as some tables and chairs for hosting guests.

And because Lin Yuan was the only one from the Lin family coming over here, Xia Zheng also sectioned off a small room in the rear hall, furnished with a bed and a small wardrobe, for Lin Yuan to use for rest.

Lin Yuan was very pleased with Xia Zheng’s arrangement.

As she looked over it, the corners of her lips curved upwards unconsciously.

Xia Zheng, watching her expressions from the side, knew she was satisfied with his planning and felt even happier.

As for the chambers, one was converted into a workshop for making pastries, and the other was split into two smaller rooms: one for the accommodations of the workers and the other to be used as an accounts room, for the eventual Mr.

Accountant.

Although uncertain whether Meng Liangdong would return to be her Mr.

Accountant, Lin Yuan still appreciated Xia Zheng clearing out this room for her.

Lin Yuan didn’t need to worry about the house renovation, as Liuzi, a jack-of-all-trades, would help her select suitable workers.

Considering the accident that happened when renovating the tofu workshop last time, Lin Yuan specifically instructed Liuzi to choose a reputable construction team this time; she didn’t want to be bothered by renovation issues again.

After setting an appointment with Liuzi to bring the renovation team over the next day, Lin Yuan got into the carriage and headed back to the Lin family homestead with Xia Zheng.

“Hurry back; I can’t stop thinking about that steamed pork ribs with rice flour you promised,” Xia Zheng said as he flicked the reins, landing them on the horse’s rump.

Lin Yuan gritted her teeth, wanting to kick this man off the carriage.

He had just finished eating and was already mentioning steamed pork ribs.

Just how big was his appetite?

Was it a bottomless pit?

However, looking at the Young Master Xia in front of her, who had been successfully turned into a foodie, Lin Yuan felt a warmth in her heart.

Before the smile could fully settle in the corners of her eyes, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered something they hadn’t discussed before.

This guy had mentioned returning to the capital, but she didn’t know when he planned to leave.

Clearing her throat, Lin Yuan pondered for a long time, unsure of how to begin asking.

Finally, she clenched her teeth and decided to be direct.

“So, are you leaving?”

As Xia Zheng joyfully flicked the whip to urge the carriage forward, his arm stiffened, and he hesitated for a while before smiling bitterly, “You heard, huh?”