Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 668 - 068 Two little people_4

Chapter 668: 068 Two little people_4

Everyone was busy, and Lin Yuan was no exception. The school was almost ready to open; now all that was left was to find a teacher.

She had thought that Meng Liangdong would be just as thrilled as she was upon hearing the good news. Instead, his reaction was shockingly calm, or it could perhaps be described as indifferent.

"Mr. Meng," Lin Yuan was somewhat unable to grasp his thoughts, "are you not happy?" She clearly remembered that Meng Liangdong had been so determined to teach at Zhuma Town School that he had even sold his family’s shop. Could it be that the injustices he faced at the school made him give up his original dream?

As Meng Liangdong listened to Lin Yuan, his fingers deftly navigated the abacus beads. After more than two months of hard work, his skills had improved significantly, thanks, of course, to Mo Sanniang’s meticulous teaching.

Hearing Lin Yuan’s question, Meng Liangdong’s fingers paused, and he slowly raised his head, his expression indifferent as he slightly curved his lips, "Happy, I am happy for the Boss, and I congratulate the Boss on achieving her desire."

Lin Yuan was frustrated—what did he mean by her wish being fulfilled? Had he not heard a word she said?

Seeing Meng Liangdong lower his head to the abacus again, Lin Yuan frowned, reaching out to jumble up the beads in frustration and pressing urgently, "Meng Liangdong! Why are you congratulating me? Stop playing with that abacus. Didn’t you hear what I just said to you?"

Lin Yuan’s shout was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the front hall. Liuzi and the others looked at one another, wondering why the Boss had started off angry with Meng Liangdong. Fortunately, since it had just snowed, there were almost no customers in the shop, or else the Boss’s fierce demeanor would have scared them from ever returning.

With the abacus interrupted, Meng Liangdong’s thoughts were also scrambled. He continued gazing down at the abacus, and it took him a long time to mutter, "I heard."

"If you heard, then why don’t you answer me? I want to ask you to be the teacher at the school, to teach those children how to read and write. They don’t need to accomplish anything great or become top scholars—just knowing a few characters and understanding the principles of being human is enough," Lin Yuan did not let Meng Liangdong avoid any slight movement, "Are you willing to be a teacher? Willing to teach them?"

Meng Liangdong made no response.

"Meng Liangdong? Mr. Meng! Are you willing or not?" Lin Yuan asked again, unable to restrain herself. However, as soon as she asked, she already had her answer. Had it not been for his experiences at Zhuma Town School, he might have agreed without hesitation. But now, it seemed unlikely.

Indeed, Lin Yuan had guessed right.

Meng Liangdong slowly raised his head, stood up from his chair, and with hands clasped in front of him, he bowed to her, his tone unwavering, "Miss Lin, I must thank you for caring about the children from the south of the city and for providing them with a place to study in peace. I must also thank Miss Lin for your appreciation and trust in me. However, I am no longer the Meng Liangdong of the past, and my original aspirations are long gone. Not to mention teaching the children, I don’t even wish to pick up The Sage Book anymore. I hope you will forgive me."

After speaking, Meng Liangdong bowed deeply again and then quietly sat back in his chair. He shook the abacus and started to recalculate the accounts.

Lin Yuan was angered by Meng Liangdong’s stubbornness. It seemed she had underestimated the impact that the incidents at Zhuma Town School had on him.