Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1448 - 267, three thousand? Six thousand? (9)

If Lin Yuan opened a tea house, then the business deal they aimed to conclude today would surely fall through, Ling Fengfeng quietly muttered to herself.

Tian Hui always remembered the words Lin Yuan had spoken to her, and immediately shook her head firmly, "No, no, her Dong Tian business is so good, she’s busy with Dong Tian every day and has no time to manage anything else. How could she have time to open another tea house? Fengfeng, you’re overthinking it, overthinking it."

Hearing that Lin Yuan had nothing to do with it, Ling Fengfeng finally relaxed. But then she felt a bit displeased, "What’s this, just coming to look at a shop, and you bring someone with you? What for? Are you afraid I’d trick you?"

Tian Hui was taken aback and quickly shook her head to refute, "How could that be? We’ve known each other since we were children, anyone could deceive me but how could you deceive me? I... I was out shopping with Yuanyuan, and I remembered I was supposed to come and look at the shop with you today, so I brought her along. I really didn’t mean what you’re thinking, Fengfeng, please don’t misunderstand!"

Just as Tian Hui had said, they had known each other from childhood, and Ling Fengfeng had some understanding of Tian Hui. Seeing her anxious look, she knew this girl wasn’t lying.

"Hey, why are you so nervous? I was just joking with you, don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously!"

While they were talking, Lin Yuan suddenly asked, "Sister Hui, weren’t you looking to buy a place to open a tea house? I think this spot is nice, quaint and beautiful, very suitable for a tea house!"

Hearing Lin Yuan praising the tea house in such a manner, Ling Fengfeng immediately beamed with joy, grabbed Tian Hui’s hand, and brought her over to Lin Yuan, laughing, "Magistrate Pingxi really has an eye for this, spotting the excellence of my cousin’s tea house in an instant! Huihui, Magistrate Pingxi has spoken, shouldn’t you make a decision quickly?"

Tian Hui chuckled twice. Lin Yuan had indeed praised the tea house just now, but why did she feel like Lin Yuan’s expression was a bit odd, different from the Lin Yuan she knew?

"Miss Ling, didn’t you say that this tea house is owned by your cousin? Are you okay with selling it like this, does your cousin know? Shouldn’t you let your cousin come down and see?"

Lin Yuan blinked, looked around, and found no sign of anyone else present in the tea house. She couldn’t help asking again, "Is this tea house normally not doing well, or is it closed for the day? It’s so quiet, not even a single attendant in sight."

Ling Fengfeng’s eyes rolled around and she said, "Oh, right, today since Huihui is coming to look at the shop, my cousin let the attendants take the day off to resume business tomorrow."

Closing for the day just because someone was viewing the property; either the business was doing so well that the boss didn’t mind losing a day’s earnings, or the business was so poor that it made no difference whether it was open or not.

However, Lin Yuan thought the latter seemed more likely.

"Fengfeng, where’s your cousin? Is he here today?"

Ling Fengfeng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, when I came over earlier, my cousin was upstairs doing the accounts, he should almost be done, I’ll have someone call him down right away."

"No need to call him, is that man upstairs your cousin?"

Ling Fengfeng had just gestured to the maid when she saw Lin Yuan pointing upstairs and asking her.

She hurriedly looked up, and indeed, wasn’t that dazed-looking fool her cousin?

"Hehe, yes, yes, that’s my cousin." Ling Fengfeng chuckled awkwardly. Now that her cousin had appeared, if she didn’t hurry and have him come down, it would be too late to explain.

Muttering a curse to herself, Ling Fengfeng quickly called for the man to come downstairs.

Her cousin might have looked a bit dull-eyed, but he was still quite handsome, and judging by the way he walked, he seemed to be intelligent.

"Cousin, let me introduce you," Ling Fengfeng pointed, "this is my good friend Miss Tian, and this is Magistrate Pingxi." When pointing at Lin Yuan, Ling Fengfeng specifically gave her cousin a meaningful look, "Cousin, do come and pay your respects to Magistrate Pingxi."

Her cousin was a bit confused, but still prepared to bow to Lin Yuan as instructed by Ling Fengfeng.

Lin Yuan quickly asked him to rise, and at this point, she also vaguely understood that Ling Fengfeng’s cousin wasn’t dumb; rather, his thinking was a bit single-minded, similar to Wei Borong’s—except he seemed even more naive than Wei Borong.

Not just Lin Yuan, even Tian Hui had noticed it. She gave Lin Yuan a look, quietly asking her what they should do next.

Lin Yuan curled her lips in amusement. What to do? Since they were here, they might as well see what kind of play Ling Fengfeng was putting on.

Since the cousin was somewhat slow, Lin Yuan and the others decided not to beat around the bush.

Tian Hui pursed her lips and asked directly, "Cousin, how much are you planning to sell the teahouse for?"

"Thre..."

"Six thousand taels!" Ling Fengfeng interjected quickly after Tian Hui’s question, yet she was still a step slower than her cousin. She grimaced in irritation and hastily signaled her cousin to bring the price down. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

But her silly cousin, oh, he leaned in close to Ling Fengfeng’s eyes, staring intently and said, "Fengfeng, are your eyes dancing? What kind of dance is that? It’s so ugly!"

Pfft! Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Ling Fengfeng, utterly embarrassed, quickly pushed her cousin away and turned to Tian Hui with a smile, "My cousin isn’t very clear on this, hehe, the thing is, the teahouse is three thousand taels of silver, not six thousand..."

"Fengfeng! Didn’t you say there’s no bargaining? It’s not three thousand, it’s six thousand, six thousand taels, and not a tael less can it be sold for!" Her cousin once again successfully interrupted Ling Fengfeng, and this time Ling Fengfeng might as well let her eyes dance desperately, to no avail.

Tian Hui looked from Ling Fengfeng to her cousin, getting somewhat confused: "Fengfeng, who should we listen to between you and your cousin? Is the teahouse actually three thousand taels or six thousand?"

"Three thousand taels!"

"Six thousand taels!"

"Three thousand taels! Three thousand taels! Three thousand taels! If you dare say ’six’ again, I’ll send you back to our uncle’s place!"

At that moment, Ling Fengfeng was practically driven mad; her cousin was so infuriating. Had she known it would be like this, she would have come herself.

Pushing her cousin aside, Ling Fengfeng smiled sweetly at Tian Hui and Lin Yuan, "It’s three thousand taels, that’s what my cousin and I had agreed upon earlier. He’s just a bit confused and remembered it wrong, hehe, remembered it wrong."