Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Watching the nearly synchronized movements of the two, they couldn’t help but exchange smiles once again.

It was still early in the season, and the fields remained desolate. Scattered around were stalks from last year’s crops and heaps of animal manure meant to fertilize the soil. It seemed the farmers from the Capital city indeed knew a thing or two about farming.

The carriage traveled on a rough path between the lands, shaking occasionally, so the two decided to get off and walk slowly, laughing and enjoying themselves along the way, although occasionally the strong smell of fertilizer was almost too much to bear.

Lin Yuan was somewhat more accustomed to it, as chicken and cow manure could be seen throughout Lin family’s valley, but Xia Zheng, having grown up in a wealthy family, was still slightly uncomfortable, his handsome nostrils flaring as he tried to hold back his laughter, causing Lin Yuan’s cheeks to flush red.

As they walked slowly, they saw a few men approaching from the distance. As the two groups came closer, the men muttered among themselves before shouting, "Is that Young Master Xia and Miss Lin over there?"

Before arriving, Xia Zheng had already sent someone to notify the village head, so it appeared the village head had received the message and came out to welcome them.

Lin Yi used his inner strength and replied in a muffled voice, "Indeed, it is."

After that, he asked, "Are you the Lizheng and the village head here?"