Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Among the four people in the back kitchen, the woman who was making the pastries had married into the Luo family, and since she was a widow, everyone called her Sister-in-law Luo. The younger one, honest and not very talkative, would become especially shy when she did speak. Her mother had five daughters in a row, all in the hopes of having a son after them, so they named her Fifth Sister Bai, wishing for a younger brother to call her sister. However, after her birth, her mother never conceived again, and slowly the hope for having a son faded away.

There was also an older woman surnamed Chen, whom everyone called Aunt Chen. Although her work wasn’t very good, she was obviously strong from living in the village, so Lin Yuan planned to assign her the physically demanding task of preparing fillings. Moreover, this woman spoke in a loud and clear manner, with not a hint of scheming, quite forthright indeed.

Finally, there was the old man. While others might eagerly share everything about themselves, even the exceedingly shy Fifth Sister Bai had said quite a few words, but this old man only muttered his surname, Wang, and then said nothing else.

Lin Yuan guessed that was just his temperament, so she didn’t force him. She simply called him Uncle Wang to show her respect. Uncle Wang was a man with rare and skillful hands, and of course, he would stay in the kitchen to help her make pastries.

All the staff for the shop had been hired, except for a bookkeeper. Lin Yuan had originally set her sights on Meng Liangdong, but nearly half a month had passed, and there was still no sign of him, suggesting he might be content at the academy.

Although Lin Yuan felt somewhat disappointed at the loss of such talent, she sincerely hoped he could stay at the academy happily and fulfill his dreams.

Just as she hadn’t completely given up on the idea, a few days before Rice Flower Fragrance was set to open, a disheveled Meng Liangdong appeared at the storefront.