Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Tian Hui chuckled and was about to ask how business at the teahouse was when she heard her cousin being pushed into a corner by Ling Fengfeng, voicing his grievances with considerable resentment, "I didn’t remember wrongly, I didn’t remember wrongly, you were the one who said six thousand taels, you even said to tell others it was three thousand taels, but if a good friend asked, then it would be six thousand taels. You just admitted she is your good friend, so was I wrong to say six thousand taels? Was I?" Tian Hui was taken aback, clearly startled by her cousin’s words. What did he mean by saying it was three thousand taels for others, but six thousand taels when she asked? Was Ling Fengfeng treating her like a fool?

However, Lin Yuan found it amusing. She had thought that resolving this matter would take much effort, but it turned out her cousin’s remark had solved everything. Heh, despite her cousin being somewhat simple-minded, he was at least forthright, not like Ling Fengfeng, a fair-weather friend who readily dropped her prices as soon as she saw Lin Yuan accompanying Tian Hui.

At this moment, Ling Fengfeng truly felt as disordered as the wind. It was one thing that she couldn’t sell the teahouse, but it was quite another that Tian Hui had witnessed her true nature. Wasn’t this just shooting herself in the foot?

"Yuanyuan, let’s go!"

Without another word, Tian Hui called out to Lin Yuan and turned to lead the way out first.

"Huihui, Huihui, it’s not what you think, listen to me explain, my cousin’s not in his right mind, don’t listen to his nonsense! Huihui, Huihui, we’re the best of friends, you have to believe me!" Ling Fengfeng shouted loudly, chasing after Tian Hui, but no matter how much she called, Tian Hui had decidedly made up her mind not to look back.

"Miss Ling!"