Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Chapter 1392 - 211, Prodigal Son (Update 8)



At the door, a ruffian stood dirtied and dripping wet, Xia Zheng’s clothes were half soaked and dirty on the left side and dry and clean on the right. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing arms completely covered in black mud. His legs were the same, and even more shocking were his bare feet—don’t even mention the tops of his feet, even the gaps between his toes were filled with black mud; because he walked barefoot all the way back, a layer of yellow dirt had adhered to the black mud, making it look like it was painted on. However, while others might see a beautiful landscape painting, he was just a mess of botched strokes.

What surprised everyone most was Xia Zheng’s face; his hair was also full of mud, and strands were clinging to his body, with water dripping drop by drop from the fringes on his forehead.

Xia Zheng pouted, feeling wronged as he looked at Lin Yuan, and his misty eyes seemed to be genuinely brimming with tears.

Seeing those eyes, Lin Yuan, who initially found the situation amusing, suddenly softened in the heart, overwhelmed by a strong feeling of guilt.

However, when she stood up to inquire about Xia Zheng’s condition, her gaze was drawn to something pinned at his waist. It appeared to be a black, flat object that looked like a shoe.

Lin Yuan rubbed her eyes, and indeed, it was a shoe, a black one at that, which she hadn’t noticed earlier because of the black mud on Xia Zheng’s clothes.

"You, why do you have a shoe pinned on?" Lin Yuan asked, pointing at the smelly shoe, staring blankly at Xia Zheng.

As the topic turned to shoes, Xia Zheng felt even more aggrieved, standing still, his waist quivering comically.

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