Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 816 - 105 beating the adulterer, the trashy woman humiliates herself_4

Meng Yuanjian didn’t understand, but the Steward was very clear. The aging brewing masters before him could be said to be Zhuma Town’s finest brewing team, and any one of them could hold their own if taken separately. It was one thing for the young master not to coddle them, but to actually scold them! Did he think he was the master himself? These men were scolded by the master only when they did something wrong, but now it was clear that the master had scolded them wrongly. And here was the young master scolding them again—it was simply a death wish!

Just as Liu Limin entered, she overheard Meng Yuanjian’s scolding and couldn’t help but snicker to herself. Was this the intelligence of Meng Tong’s son? Nothing like the son of that old fox, Meng Tong—he was just a fool!

"Oh, what’s gotten into Young Master Meng to be in such a rage?" Liu Limin walked in with a smile, nodded slightly to the master brewers, glanced at the wine in the vat, and asked, "Isn’t the wine brewed already? Why hasn’t it been delivered? Did you really need me to come all this way, are you showing off to me, Young Master Meng?"

Liu Limin glanced at Meng Yuanjian with slanted eyes, her gaze clearly questioning.

Meng Yuanjian shivered involuntarily and secretly broke out in a cold sweat. No wonder his father was so fascinated by this woman; she really was different from other women—both independent and charming, truly a rare sight.

"Um, hehe, Manager Liu, dare I trouble you to make a trip?"

Seeing that Meng Yuanjian had suddenly fallen silent, the Steward inwardly shook his head, not expecting the young master, who only knew how to play with crickets all day, to do anything useful. He quickly stepped forward to explain to Liu Limin: "Ah, we were just discussing this matter. Manager Liu, you run your own wine shop, you must have some insight into these wines. Take a look at our wine, it was fine last night, but this morning when we were about to bottle it, we discovered it had soured, just like the last time!"

While scooping up a ladle of wine from the vat, the Steward lamented, "Smell this, this wine was brewed from the finest sorghum and no step was missed in the process. The previous batches were all fine, so why did today’s wine sour? And it soured overnight—it’s like someone tampered with it."

She hadn’t noticed before, but now, being closer, Liu Limin also detected a sour and acrid odor, just as the Steward had described; all the wine had gone bad.

As for the cause of the souring, Liu Limin naturally understood. However, there was no sign of this on her face.

"No wonder I smelled a strange odor; it turns out the wine has soured again." Liu Limin stirred the wine in the vat with the ladle and jokingly said, "Oh dear, could it be that you guys have been drinking with the ladle and then putting it back? So, actually, it’s your saliva that contaminated this batch of wine?"

Upon hearing this, the Steward immediately shook his head: "Impossible, that could never happen."

Another less sharp-witted lad, hiding behind the master brewers, mumbled, "That’s right, we’ve often put the ladle back without washing it, but the wine has never soured before, so why did it sour this time?"

While the lad’s voice was quiet, it grew louder as everyone present was silent as a grave, making his voice stand out more.

"Ew!" Ah Yue expressed her disgust with a loud "Ew," and spat twice: "How disgusting are you guys, letting customers drink your saliva! So gross, so disgusting!"

Liu Limin couldn’t help but frown and looked at Meng Yuanjian, perhaps thinking he was not up to the task, and then turned to the Steward: "Steward, where is your Family Head? Last time your wine went bad, I pleaded with Fuman Building and they extended the deadline by ten days. Today’s the day, and your wine has problems again, how am I supposed to explain this to Fuman Building? How can I continue to work with you?"

This was precisely what the Steward was worried about, but without the Family Head, what could he do?

Watching Liu Limin on the verge of losing her temper, and the Steward unsure of what to do, he had no choice but to tug on Meng Yuanjian’s sleeve and quietly asked, "Young Master, what exactly is wrong with the old master? If it’s not serious, please have him come quickly. We’re in the wrong this time, and if we don’t handle this properly, I’m afraid we’ll have to pay a hefty sum of Silver!"

Meng Yuanjian’s eyes turned green at the mention of Silver, "What? Pay Silver? Isn’t it just a few days’ delay in the delivery of the alcohol? Does that warrant a payment of Silver?"

The Steward broke into a cold sweat, thinking that this young master truly was a spoiled and useless person. If he had applied even half the tact he used in managing the inner court to running the business, he wouldn’t be so utterly clueless!

"Young Master, it was clearly stipulated in our previous agreement," Liu Limin didn’t have the patience to deal with this somewhat dim-witted young master and said coldly, "If your store fails to deliver the goods on time, you are bound to pay double the damages."

Double? What did that entail?

The Steward was at a loss for words, whispered a few sentences into Meng Yuanjian’s ear, and Meng Yuanjian’s complexion changed drastically as he couldn’t help but exclaim, "That much? That’s nearly half of our family fortune!"

"Young Master!" The Steward was both angry and anxious, quickly raising his hand to cover Meng Yuanjian’s mouth.

After exclaiming in shock, Meng Yuanjian realized he misspoke and quickly sealed his lips. But the more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. The Meng family’s assets were meant to be his, yet before he could even lay a hand on them, half was already siphoned off—this wasn’t just a threat to Meng Tong’s livelihood, but his own!

The more he thought about it, the angrier Meng Yuanjian became and he couldn’t hold back from cursing the group of master craftsmen by the wine jars.

Just now, at least the scolding was contained within his own distillery. Now, with outsiders like Liu Limin present, Meng Yuanjian still didn’t show any restraint before hurling insults—what craftsman didn’t have pride? To be so brazenly rebuked, some of the more temperamental craftsmen became upset, huffing indignantly, "Yes, we’re incapable, we’ve caused your family to lose Silver. If you look down on us, then we might as well leave."

Although it was said in a fit of anger, Meng Yuanjian immediately responded, "Leave, if you want to leave, then hurry up! Don’t think we can’t do without you! Hmph!"

The craftsman with thick eyebrows angrily turned pale, untied his apron, threw it on the ground, and huffed, "We’re leaving! Don’t think you’re the only ones who can sustain us! Old fellows, do you still want to stay? They’re driving us away, are you planning to stay and endure this humiliation?"

Of course, they didn’t want to stay, and right away a few more craftsmen followed by throwing down their aprons, expressing their desire to leave.

This truly frightened the Steward. If all the craftsmen left, how could the distillery continue to operate? The Steward was trying to placate one and pull another, barely making progress when Meng Yuanjian sealed his fate by saying, "Thinking you can just leave like that? No way! Don’t forget the employment contract you all signed, if you leave before working for five years, you have to pay a penalty!"

A penalty? While not substantial, it was nevertheless significant for these craftsmen who supported their families through their trade.

Upon hearing that they would have to pay Silver, several craftsmen who intended to leave hesitated.

Liu Limin curved her lips in a smile, her voice pleasing like chimes in a rainstorm, "The penalty, you say? Fine, I’ll pay it!"