Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 948 - 137 Spot the difference_3

Chapter 948: 137 Spot the difference_3

"I don’t want to hear about that; I just want to ask you, are these unevenly cut things supposed to be potatoes?" The young man picked up a chopstick-full of potato shreds in front of Shopkeeper Liu and shook them, "Look at this, look, are these supposed to be potato shreds? Are they shreds? Clearly, they are chunks of potatoes! Besides, who cuts their food like you do, thick one slice, thin the next? Is that also a specialty of Fuman Building? Hmph, I think your ’specialty’ will soon put you out of business!"

As he listened, cold sweat broke out on Shopkeeper Liu’s back. How could this young man, at such a young age, speak so critically?

"Well, esteemed guest, our Fuman Building’s chefs are the best we could find; the potato shreds should be..."

Before Shopkeeper Liu could finish, the young man widened his eyes and interrupted him again, "What, do you mean to say that I am wronging you?"

"No, no, not at all, that’s not what I meant, that’s not what I meant," Shopkeeper Liu repeatedly waved his hands and offered a forced smile. Although he was very impatient by this point, as a shopkeeper, he still greeted the young man with the utmost patience.

"Stop, stop. I can tell you don’t believe me at heart. I’ve met many like you, saying yes with your lips while cursing me in your mind for making a fuss over nothing!" The young man curled his lips, and his fake beard curled up too, looking quite comical.

Shopkeeper Liu, however, wore a pained expression. Even though this fellow understood everything, why couldn’t he just shut up?

Clearly, the young man had no intention of shutting up.

He chuckled, "I knew you wouldn’t believe me, so, my lord came prepared!"

As he said this, under the watchful eyes of Shopkeeper Liu and the servers, the young man reached into his bosom. After fumbling around for quite a while, he finally raised his hand and pulled out a soft tape measurer used for tailoring!

Pfft!

No one knew which server accidentally let out a laugh.

Upstairs, attracted by the young man’s shout, Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng also couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. Lin Yuan elbowed Xia Zheng, raising an eyebrow, "Even more difficult to deal with than you!"

Xia Zheng’s smile faded, and he suddenly put on a long face, complaining with a pout, "I don’t have such an ugly beard, that’s simply horrendous!"

The corners of Lin Yuan’s lips turned up; indeed, it was ugly and irritating!

Seeing the soft ruler shaking in the young man’s hand, Shopkeeper Liu was dumbfounded: "What is this, what are you planning to do?"

Steadying himself on one leg and casually planting the other on a stool, the young man brandished the ruler: "Haha, none of you believe me, so I’ll make you truly convinced!"

Having said that, he casually picked out two strips of potatoes from the dish and neatly placed them on the table. Then, he bent down, took one end of the soft ruler in his mouth, and carefully measured them with both hands, taking the task very seriously.

Shopkeeper Liu and several servers were also drawn in by his actions, all bending down to watch closely. From a distance, seeing four or five people all bending over and sticking their backsides in the air as they leaned over the table was as ridiculous as it gets.

The young man’s mumbling voice also came out muffled: "Measure this one first, hmm, mark it. Then this one, look at this, see? There’s a difference, isn’t there? So much difference, and you still don’t believe! How about now, are you convinced?"

Casting a disdainful glance at Shopkeeper Liu, the young man’s face scrunched up in displeasure, "Not even a millimeter difference, and such a tiny discrepancy matters?"

Suddenly slapping the table, those around it bounced back as if sprung, exposing the young man’s smiling face, "Now do you believe? Thoroughly convinced?"

Seeing that the others were speechless, the young man blew on his small beard with satisfaction, flung the ruler with a flourish, carefully stowed it away, and then muttered to himself, "This is a great tool, I’ll need it next time I go somewhere else!"

Shopkeeper Liu’s face turned so dark it looked like it might drip ink, realizing this guy came prepared!

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Shopkeeper Liu narrowed his eyes. Previously, he thought this young man was a rich second-generation just out to spend money. But now, he had changed his mind. What kind of wealthy heir would be so petty? Who would go around from house to house measuring potatoes with a soft ruler?

This person, could he be planning to dine and dash?

Taking another look at the nearly-finished dishes eaten by the young man, Shopkeeper Liu grew even more certain of his suspicion.

"Then may I ask, my lord, with our Fuman Building’s food being so terrible, what exactly would you like to do?"