Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 957 - 139 Is this shit?!_4

Chapter 957: 139 Is this shit?!_4

However, when she saw the excited and curious looks in Shopkeeper Liu’s and the young helpers’ eyes, she knew her stir-fried pork intestines must be good.

Bai Er’s pork intestines were also ready, his method being similar to Lin Yuan’s, also stir-fried, but he used green onions to cover up the smell of the intestines.

"Alright, alright! Here comes Young Master’s stir-fried pork intestines with green onions! Come and taste!"

After plating his cooked intestines, Bai Er completely forgot the disdain he had when washing them initially, and carefully brought his dish to Lao Fan’s table, his eyes starting to gleam with excitement, "Old sir must be drooling by now, hurry, taste my cooking! I guarantee you won’t be able to stop eating! You’ll be so enraptured, it will take you to heaven and back!"

Looking at the oily pork intestines on the plate, Lao Fan swallowed his saliva. Not to mention anything else, but the appearance was really appealing, the intestines being reddish and the green onions shiny and glossy, but what about the smell?

"What’s that strange smell?" Lao Fan frowned deeply and honestly leaned back, clearly not very keen on eating.

Bai Er wouldn’t let him off so easily. While continuously praising his own dish, he thrust a pair of chopsticks into Lao Fan’s hand, "Haven’t you ever eaten stinky tofu? Doesn’t it smell awful? Surely worse than these intestines, right? But when you eat that stuff, it’s delicious! My pork intestines are the same—you might think it smells bad, but when you eat it, that’s when the real... cough cough, that’s when the real deliciousness comes out!"

Bai Er was quick with his words, and Xia Zheng, amused, glanced at Lao Fan, raising an eyebrow, "Who was it that wanted this kid as their personal chef? There, your personal chef is here, so why not try his skill?"

Lao Fan’s white beard quivered as he stole a glance at Lin Yuan, who was sitting on the stool, lost in her thoughts, and not noticing his plea for help. With no other choice, he steeled himself, took over the chopsticks with trembling hands, and reached into the plate.

"Hey, hey, why are you picking up green onions? Grab the meat! Eat the meat!"

Watching his green onion taken forcibly away by Bai Er, Lao Fan was on the verge of tears. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and picked up a piece of intestine and threw it into his mouth.

Ugh!

Just as expected!

Lao Fan vomited so fiercely that even the chicken leg he had eaten earlier came out. Wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes, he backed away as if fleeing for his life, not forgetting to point at Bai Er, the instigator, and shout, "You must have put poop in this dish! What’s this about it smelling foul but tasting exquisite? This is just foul smelling and tasting even fouler! Wuuwuu, are you sent from the scoundrel in the Capital city? Did you intentionally come to poison this old man to death? Please, I beg you, end it quickly, I’d rather be killed by your knife than eat this again!"

Lao Fan was shouting, ranting, and crying, mumbling words that nobody could understand. Xia Zheng raised an eyebrow and, seizing the moment before Lao Fan could gossip any scandals, quickly stuffed a piece of candied fruit into his mouth and warily watched Bai Er.

At this moment, Bai Er’s entire heart was on his stir-fried dish. It was the first time someone had vomited after eating his cooking! Thinking back to the people in the Capital city, who would beg for his culinary touch? Even a casual fried egg prepared by him would bring everyone to tears, hailing it as a heavenly delight!

"There’s nothing wrong with my cooking! It’s the damn pig’s fault; it must have eaten something nasty, that’s why its intestines stink so much!" Bai Er shouted furiously, shifting all the blame onto the poor pig that had met its unlucky end.

Xia Zheng’s mouth twitched, "Shameless! Scoundrel!"

Lin Yuan, on the other hand, had finally recovered somewhat from the pain and managed to stand up, bringing her own stir-fried intestines to the table in front of Lao Fan and Xia Zheng. She was too weak to speak and just sat down with a thump after setting down the plate.

"I don’t want to eat anymore! I’d rather die than eat again!" Burned by Bai Er’s dish, Lao Fan refused to eat pork intestines ever again.

Seeing Lao Fan’s reaction, nobody else dared to try.

But Xia Zheng simply smiled, glanced at Lin Yuan, and without another word, picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a large chunk of intestine, slowly chewing it in his mouth.

Everyone, including Bai Er, held their breath, staring intently at Xia Zheng’s mouth, but even after he swallowed the bite of intestine, there was no sign of him vomiting!