Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

However, as Meng Chunyan occasionally lifted the carriage curtain to look outside, she did not see the situation she had anticipated. It seemed like no one from the other carriage had come out to check. The only reaction was from the coachman of the other vehicle, who glanced over in surprise, but upon seeing her own carriage, he said nothing, seemingly disdainful. Meng Chunyan was annoyed. What was there to feign?

"Crash into him!"

Enraged and humiliated, Meng Chunyan shouted loudly at the coachman.

The coachman was instantly bathed in cold sweat. Had his young miss gone mad? Didn’t she realize their own carriage was already falling apart, and yet she still told him to ram into another’s?

No, no, she might have a death wish, but he certainly did not want to follow her to the grave.

The maid also sensed the danger and timidly began to speak in an attempt to persuade her, but before she could even start, Meng Chunyan glared at her and roared, "Are you deaf or something? I said crash into him! I want to see whose carriage is the strongest!"

Alas, of course, theirs wasn’t. The coachman felt like crying. To have such a foolish miss was his misfortune of eight lifetimes.

However, this coachman wasn’t stupid; he dared not actually follow Meng Chunyan’s command to crash into the other vehicle, but while driving on, he quietly edged closer. With the street being so narrow, the two carriages came even closer, and a collision was inevitable.

Bang!