Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1412 - 231, Making a Fuss (28)

Of course, there were Cheng Yuexiu and Guo Mei too, but lately, Guo Mei had been much more obedient, and that Cheng Yuexiu seemed to spend her days fraternizing with the newly appointed top scholar. Humph, did she think that by clinging to the top scholar, she could transform like a carp leaping through the dragon’s gate?

Dream on!

Mo Zhu bowed respectfully, taking the handkerchief Yao Hanai had thrown away and the ruined painting of the late-summer lotus flowers, she left the room. Once outside, she randomly pointed to a maid and handed over these items: "Go, find a brazier and burn these."

The maid took the painting and handkerchief, somewhat puzzled, she asked, "Sister Mo Zhu, why is the young mistress burning handkerchiefs again today? This one is still quite clean!"

Mo Zhu huffed and, lifting her hand as if flirting, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, raising her chin she said, "Clean? But the young mistress finds it filthy! Have you forgotten? Anything used by the lowly is never used by the young mistress a second time. Enough with the questions, go about your work! This sun, it’s scorching! The young mistress is taking a nap, all of you listen up, if she wakes up don’t forget to come and call me, I too am going to take a rest."

The maid immediately sweet-talked her with a few compliments, then carried the painting and handkerchief to the backyard to find a brazier.

Under a nearby pomegranate tree, Yao Zhilan clenched the handkerchief tightly in her hands; she had seen and heard everything clearly just now. Wasn’t that the handkerchief that Mo Zhu had been instructed to burn the same one Yao Hanai had used to wipe her face earlier?

Used by someone lowly? Heh, it seemed she had overestimated herself after all!

With Xia Zheng personally giving the word, Liu Zhiguang smoothly joined the Xia Family Army, but since he was a new recruit, he could only start as the lowest-ranking soldier.

Liu Zhiguang was single-mindedly focused on distinguishing himself. Whether he was a lowly soldier or a Great General, as long as he could join the battlefield, that was enough for him.

Besides Liu Zhiguang, Wang Dahai, after much consideration, also thought about enlisting as a military doctor.

Although Lady Wang was worried, her Husband’s wish was his own after all, and since the Hall of Salvation had hired an old doctor to take charge, there was no need for concern. Moreover, Xiao Linshuang often went there to help, so Lady Wang decided to let her Husband pursue his desires.

Despite his wish being fulfilled, Wang Dahai still felt that he had let his wife down. He secretly resolved to achieve something to make his wife proud.

According to military strategy, the provision of supplies precedes the deployment of troops. After three days of intense preparations, the savory stuffed flatbreads Lin Yuan had made were finally ready to set off. Because cured meat and pickled vegetables could be preserved for a long time, these flatbreads could last at least four or five days, enough to sustain the army until they reached the frontier.

Additionally, the fire soldiers in the army had all learned how to make the flatbreads, so even if the ready-made stuffed flatbreads ran out, they could prepare more once they got to the frontier.

Of course, all of this was thanks to Lin Yuan, who donated all the pickled meat and salted vegetables she had been preparing for so long. Not only that, but she had also set up a small stall at the Dongtian entrance, where any household that had long-lasting pickled vegetables or cured meat could sell them.

Lin Yuan provided the money. After purchasing, the salted vegetables and cured meats would be carefully inspected, and as long as they were neither poisoned nor spoilt, they would be sent to the Xia Family Army.

As soon as this announcement was made, everyone appreciated Magistrate Pingxi’s grand benevolence for having the people’s welfare at heart, and they brought forth their home’s preserved goods without asking for any silver!

Because of this, Lin Yuan’s good reputation spread even further.

But perhaps it was exactly the manifestation of the saying, "Things will develop in the opposite direction when they become extreme," that just a few days after the Xia Family Army had departed, her Dongtian encountered trouble.

And this time, the situation seemed somewhat familiar.

A guest found a dead fly in his dish while dining in Dongtian!

Now that it was summer, flies and mosquitoes were everywhere to be seen, but finding one in a restaurant indicated a serious problem.

"Hey! Shopkeeper, come here!"

The clamorous hall went silent with this sudden outburst of anger. Shopkeeper Liu, who had been bowing his head to tally accounts, jerked his head up only to see several men at a dining table glaring at him with fury!

Shopkeeper Liu felt his heart pound, sensing that the newcomers meant trouble.

He hurried over and asked with a forced smile, "What can I do for you, gentlemen? Is there an issue with the meals from Dongtian not suiting your tastes?"

There were four men in total gathered around the table, two of whom had more delicate features and seemed somewhat scholarly. The other two were much rougher-looking and clearly not to be trifled with.

Shopkeeper Liu had taken note of these four when they entered. He had wondered at the time how it was that two scholars could be with two roughneck types of people. The burly-faced rough man let out a cold laugh, interrupting Shopkeeper Liu’s train of thought. "Not to our taste? Ha, doesn’t Dongtian boast of being the best restaurant in the Capital city? Of course, their meals should suit our taste!" The sarcasm in the words was clearly evident, and the patrons at the surrounding tables stopped eating as well, all turning to look this way. Everyone knew that the boss of Dongtian was the recently much-publicized Magistrate Pingxi, and it was indeed rare to witness such a scene in Magistrate Pingxi’s restaurant. Shopkeeper Liu naturally detected the hostility in the words, but he didn’t go round in circles with him, maintaining his smile and responding, "You are too kind with your words, sir, but Dongtian wouldn’t dare to claim the title of the number one restaurant. If we’re talking seniority, it’s the Drunken Immortal Tower that has been around the longest." Lin Yuan also heard the commotion from the main hall and glanced down from the second floor, greatly appreciating the words Shopkeeper Liu had just said. The response was humbly clarifying that Dongtian was not the first, so as not to have people misunderstand and spread that notion, and also to imply that Dongtian was not inferior to the Drunken Immortal Tower due to the quality of food, but rather due to its newer establishment. After all, the Drunken Immortal Tower had been in the Capital city for not just a decade or two. However, Lin Yuan also discerned that Shopkeeper Liu’s last remark was clearly more suggestive, hinting that the Drunken Immortal Tower was much more formidable than Dongtian and that if one wished to extort silver, they should look to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The rough man seemed not to have understood and laughed heartily, his voice growing louder, "Don’t talk to me about the Drunken Immortal Tower! I came to your Dongtian on a whim today, who could have expected to encounter something so disgusting at Dongtian!" Disgusting?

As soon as this word was uttered, everyone in the hall looked over, their eyes scouring the dishes on the table, as if something was amiss! After successfully attracting everyone’s attention, the rough man lifted a plate from the table and held it out to Shopkeeper Liu with one hand, while pointing with the other at the center of the plate, he snorted, "Take a look! Open your old eyes and look closely! What is this thing here in the middle of the plate! We ordered braised pork; if Dongtian has no silver to buy the meat, just say so! Don’t fucking disgust me with a fly!"