Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lady Liu pretended to be angry and glanced at Xiao Linshuang, who was still running wildly, telling Lin Yuan to quickly call her into the estate.

At the end, she couldn’t help but joke with a laugh, "Luckily, Sister Chang didn’t come; otherwise, seeing you two like this, she would definitely have punished you when you went back."

Lin Wei, who was giggling and watching Xiao Linshuang go crazy with Xiao He, playfully stuck out her tongue and both shrank their necks, exchanging a smile.

Lin Yuan certainly wouldn’t run into that bumpy vineyard to call Xiao Linshuang; she looked across the field and exchanged a glance with Xia Zheng, laughing loudly, "Hurry, let’s go to the estate and try those figs. Ever since I had that fig last time, I’ve been thinking about it for days!"

Xia Zheng pursed his lips, nodding in agreement, "That fig is not just any ordinary fruit; it only grows seven in a year. Last time we each had one, and now only five are left. With so many people, there definitely won’t be enough to go around, and if we’re late, there won’t be any left."

"What, figs? How come I haven’t heard of them before, where are they? Are they tasty? What do they look like?"

Lao Fan grabbed their arms in a hurry, eagerly asking, his whiskers curling up with greed.

Lin Yuan, speechless, touched her forehead. She hadn’t even tricked Xiao Linshuang yet, but she had already fooled Lao Fan. These two gluttons were truly worthy of being mentor and apprentice!