Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lin Yuan shook her head with amusement, "Don’t tell me Master Liang doesn’t know why I decided to let you go?"

Seeing his silence, Lin Yuan felt helpless and decided to make it clear, "I believe, among everyone present, only you, Master Liang, are unaware. It’s quite simple, first off, I cannot complement your cooking skills; hold on, let me finish before you object. Firstly, I don’t oppose you grinding plum blossoms into juice, but if you truly had superior culinary skills, you would have thought of the bitter taste of the juice and would have used some method to process it beforehand. Clearly, you didn’t think of that."

Liang Shiyou licked his lips awkwardly, unable to refute this point since he indeed hadn’t thought about processing the juice earlier.

Still, stubbornly, he said, "I, I was just confused for a moment; I can still cook other dishes well."

Amused internally, Lin Yuan had originally wanted to be harsher, but upon turning her head and accidentally seeing the ledger on the table, she dismissed that idea and changed her tone, "So, I just said to make you a helper, if in a month, you can make a dish that satisfies me, I will restore your position as head chef. How’s that, fair enough?"

"Fair, fair," Shopkeeper Xiao stepped forward, blocking Liang Shiyou and nodding repeatedly.

This time, Liang Shiyou did not contradict him, but boastfully puffed out his chest, "Where’s the need for a month? Today, I can make a satisfying dish for you!"

"Not today, I’m busy." Lin Yuan reconsidered, "How about tomorrow? Tomorrow morning, I will come for the breakfast prepared by Master Linag, how’s that?"