Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 950: Dream Pig or Dream Me

Chapter 950: Dream Pig or Dream Me

Not only were Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng stunned, even Shopkeeper Liu and several young lads were dumbfounded. Was there something wrong with this kid’s head? He actually dared to challenge Lin Yuan to a culinary competition. What could you say about him?

Was it the fearlessness of the young and inexperienced?

Shopkeeper Liu laughed heartily and said to Lin Yuan, "No wonder this kid started critiquing our dishes the moment he walked in the door. It was to force you, Boss, to show your hand!"

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Let’s have a contest, and I’ll judge for you two!" From upstairs, Lao Fan’s overly excited face peeked down. Looking at the young chap, he asked eagerly, "Hey, lad, you can cook too? How are your skills? I must tell you, don’t be fooled by this girl’s unassuming appearance. Her skills are top-notch! You must bring out your secret weapon and beat her, understand? Help this old man get some retribution!"

Lao Fan viciously bit into the large chicken leg he was holding and glared fiercely at Lin Yuan, as if to say, ’Let’s see if you dare not give me sweets again!’

Lin Yuan helplessly massaged her temple. Lao Fan was getting old, and eating too much sugar wasn’t good for him. She had simply reached a consensus with Xiao Linshuang, Xia Zheng, and the others to not let him overindulge, and now the old man had been holding a grudge for days. Now, he was even beginning to turn against her.

The young fellow didn’t care why Lao Fan supported him; he waved his fists and chuckled, "Rest assured, I’ll make sure she begs for mercy, crying and pleading on her knees!"

Lao Fan, holding his chicken leg, responded, "That’s the spirit!"

Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows and nonchalantly added, "Later, you’re not allowed to eat the dish made by Yuanyuan."

"No way!" Lao Fan immediately wilted.

After exchanging a glance with Xia Zheng, Lin Yuan, with a smile, accepted the young man’s challenge: "Since we’re going to have a contest, I still don’t know your name."

The young man rolled up his sleeves, tightened his belt, and stretched his limbs. He lifted his chin with pride and said, "I am the second child in my family, and I was born with fair skin. Thanks to the favor of many beauties, I was graced with a refined nickname. Just call me Second Master Bai!"

Lin Yuan couldn’t help shivering and shedding goosebumps all over. Not only did he call himself Second Master Bai, he even referred to it as a cultured nickname—his self-love knew no bounds!

"Alright, Bai Er, no more nonsense. Since you want a competition, you set the rules," she said.

"I am not called Bai Er, call me Second Master Bai, Second Master Bai!" he emphasized.

Ignoring Bai Er, who was still raising his fists in protest, Lin Yuan turned, smiling sweetly, "No rules? Then alright, I’m going back to do the accounts. As a boss, there are plenty of things to do, so I won’t keep you company here to play."

Bai Er, red-faced and neck swollen in his effort to assert his proper title, finally stopped shouting. His face changed colors faster than a monkey’s, "Don’t, don’t, I’ll say it!"

Bai Er cleared his throat and, hands behind his back, strutted pompously between the narrow gaps of the already small tables, bobbing his head and said, "As a chef, knife skills, spoon skills, stirring, and carving are the fundamentals. Since we’ve already pointed out that your potato shreds aren’t up to scratch, I, Second Master Bai, will graciously demonstrate what qualifies as uniform and exquisite potato shreds."

After finishing his speech, Bai Er threw a provocative glance at Lin Yuan, "How about it, Miss? Do you dare to compete with me, Second Master Bai, in knife skills?"

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow. Knife skills? When she first started as a chef, she spent a whole year just peeling potatoes, and another two years perfecting her potato slicing. During her subsequent training, she practically never let a potato out of her hand.

Now this youngster wanted to compete with her in potato slicing? How amusing.

"Fine."

Seeing Lin Yuan agree, Bai Er grinned slyly, but then, as if remembering something, he frowned and emphasized again, "I am not Bai Er, I am Second Master Bai!"

Shopkeeper Liu was very efficient and in no time prepared two basins of adequately sized and already washed potatoes.

Looking at the clean, peeled potatoes soaking in the water, Bai Er couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and mutter, "How come your potatoes are so good? They are even better than the ones I’ve seen in the capital city. Hmph, showing favoritism."

Xia Zheng, with arms crossed, leaning against a post, his eyes flickered. These potatoes were only grown by him, and besides supplying Fuman Building and a few other branches, he indeed had sent some to the capital city. However, they were exclusive to the Imperial kitchen.

If this guy mentioned it like that, he must have come from the Imperial kitchen. But, how come Xia Zheng didn’t remember such a person there? Could it be that during the three years he was away from the capital, the Imperial kitchen had seen a surge of talents?