Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

"The pastries here really are delicious, you recommended them to me initially, and I didn’t believe you."

"How about that, do you believe me now? I told you, don’t just go to the Century-old Cake Shop all the time. They haven’t introduced any new varieties in years, whereas this place has better stuff."

Watching the two leave happily, Lin Yuan also felt very cheerful.

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Entering the shop, Liuzi, with his sharp eyes, spotted her and greeted her with delight, "Madam, you’ve arrived?"

"Where is Mr. Meng?" It wasn’t Meng Liangdong sitting at the counter, but Liuzi.

Liuzi pointed towards the back of the hall, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Right there, he’s with Boss Mo."

Seeing Lin Yuan shoot him a look, he quickly put away the gossipy tone, coughed, and said seriously, "Boss Mo is changing Mr. Meng’s dressing. The doctor said the bandages need changing every three days, otherwise it might scar."

After speaking, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, thinking what a big fuss for a man to be worried about scars, quite the delicate soul.