Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Chapter 948 - 137 Spot the difference_3



"I don’t want to hear about that; I just want to ask you, are these unevenly cut things supposed to be potatoes?" The young man picked up a chopstick-full of potato shreds in front of Shopkeeper Liu and shook them, "Look at this, look, are these supposed to be potato shreds? Are they shreds? Clearly, they are chunks of potatoes! Besides, who cuts their food like you do, thick one slice, thin the next? Is that also a specialty of Fuman Building? Hmph, I think your ’specialty’ will soon put you out of business!"

As he listened, cold sweat broke out on Shopkeeper Liu’s back. How could this young man, at such a young age, speak so critically?

"Well, esteemed guest, our Fuman Building’s chefs are the best we could find; the potato shreds should be..."

Before Shopkeeper Liu could finish, the young man widened his eyes and interrupted him again, "What, do you mean to say that I am wronging you?"

"No, no, not at all, that’s not what I meant, that’s not what I meant," Shopkeeper Liu repeatedly waved his hands and offered a forced smile. Although he was very impatient by this point, as a shopkeeper, he still greeted the young man with the utmost patience.

"Stop, stop. I can tell you don’t believe me at heart. I’ve met many like you, saying yes with your lips while cursing me in your mind for making a fuss over nothing!" The young man curled his lips, and his fake beard curled up too, looking quite comical.

Shopkeeper Liu, however, wore a pained expression. Even though this fellow understood everything, why couldn’t he just shut up?

Clearly, the young man had no intention of shutting up.

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