Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Liao Daqiang looked at the clock and saw it was almost eleven, guests would be arriving one after another soon, yet the house was still a mess.

Not to mention having started cooking in the kitchen, the appetizers that should have been ready by now were nowhere to be seen.

Liao Daqiang felt as if he were going to black out. Initially, he thought that while Zhao Wenjin might be in charge of preparing the ingredients, he could definitely outdo her in speed, quantity per dish, and flavor.

According to the patriarch’s wishes, it was of course hoped that Liao Jun could be the head chef. Having a chef from a big restaurant as the head chef would be such a prestigious affair.

But as soon as Liao Daqiang broached the topic, Liao Jun countered him, citing work commitments as his reason.

This infuriated Liao Daqiang, who remembered that in the past, whenever they hosted events at home, Liao Jun would always be there, never missing a single one.

Yet today, when he was sorely needed at home, he received such a response. Liao Daqiang really wanted to take the time to properly teach him a lesson.

But seeing Liao Jun standing firm without any attempt to evade or beg for mercy, Liao Daqiang suddenly felt powerless.

For he never imagined that he would see dissatisfaction in Liao Jun’s eyes—something Liao Daqiang had never considered.

To witness discontent in the eyes of the least likely person, despite all the kindness and consideration he had shown his eldest son.