Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 818: When will I marry you?

Xia Zheng chuckled amusedly, terrifiedly covering his own eyes, and pleaded very cooperatively, "No, don’t gouge out my eyes! Mercy, heroine, mercy!"

Lin Yuan couldn’t help laughing at Xia Zheng’s comical behavior. She stood with her hands on her hips, one foot resting on Xia Zheng’s chair, striking indeed the pose of a valiant heroine as she "threatened" fiercely, "If you want to save your life, just listen obediently, and perhaps this heroine might leave you with an intact corpse."

To Xia Zheng, her words were like an Imperial Decree granting reprieve from the death penalty. He immediately dropped his hands, leaned back against the chair, stretched out his long legs straight, posing in the shape of the character "big," eyes closed, as though he had lost the will to live, "Heroine, it’s your move, I’m ready."

Ready for what?

This time, it was Lin Yuan’s turn to stare at him dumbfoundedly.

Seeing her confusion, Xia Zheng winked one eye while squinting the other, and from that slightly open slit, he cast a lewd, mischievous look, "Heroine, didn’t you tell me to listen obediently? I’m being so submissive, come on! I can hardly wait to serve you, my lady!"

What!

Lin Yuan stiffened involuntarily as though struck, while Xia Zheng still maintained that ready-for-the-picking look.

Lin Yuan, both embarrassed and angry, lifted her foot and kicked towards that spot of his.

"Ouch, my lady, spare my life under your foot!"

Xia Zheng cried out, covering his vitals with one hand and catching the little foot with the other, heaving heavy breaths, "My lady, are you trying to make me end up like Meng Tong?"

"Meng Tong? What about Meng Tong?" Lin Yuan sharply caught the edge in Xia Zheng’s words and quickly pressed him.

Annoyed, Xia Zheng glared at her. At this point, why was she still focused on Meng Tong? Shouldn’t it be about her own happiness for the rest of her life?

Squeezing her foot as a form of punishment, Xia Zheng pulled her into his embrace with a yank, gently kneading her pudgy little hands while saying, "You, I really don’t know what to do with you."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, thinking if he knew there was no way to handle her, he should have said so earlier.

With a helpless wry smile, Xia Zheng shook his head, "Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. That fat man was indeed someone I planted."

As expected.

Lin Yuan generously rolled her eyes at him, "What about the boss of that restaurant? He must be your man too, right?"

If the boss weren’t Xia Zheng’s man, how could Ah Chao and Ah Yue have so easily hidden themselves, or Da Hai have brought people into the restaurant without any obstacles? And that Meng Chunyan, which restaurant would parade its slop cart right out front? Don’t they all quietly take it away from the back? Yet that slop cart pretending to be Meng Chunyan’s was parked right out in front for passersby to admire.

Curling his finger, Xia Zheng hooked it on Lin Yuan’s delicate nose, unable to resist praising, "My woman is indeed smart!"

Lin Yuan puckered her mouth but was quite pleased with the compliment.

"However..."

Xia Zheng rested his head in the crook of Lin Yuan’s shoulder, snuggling into the warmth and sweet scent, unable to resist raising his head again to rub his chin against her.

Feeling tickled, Lin Yuan shifted uncomfortably and asked, "However what?"

Xia Zheng chuckled softly, his chin drawing even closer, "Didn’t you find the arrival of that woman’s dimethyltryptamine rather strange?"

Dimethyltryptamine? According to Ah Chao, that dimethyltryptamine was given to Liu Damei by Meng Chunyan, and Damei herself said she got it from Shande Hall. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Although Shande Hall was somewhat unscrupulous with wealth, after Lin Yuan and Jin Lingling dealt with them over some matters, they no longer sold such things.

So how did Meng Chunyan come to possess it?

Lin Yuan’s beautiful frown tightened, which made Xia Zheng’s heart ache. He gently smoothed her brow, whispering, "Alright, let’s not think about these things anymore. After all, Meng Chunyan received the punishment she deserved."

"Yes."

Lin Yuan nodded with a smile, thinking back on how Meng Chunyan, stripped of her clothes, hid in the slop cart, too scared to run. It was indeed satisfying. It was bad enough that Liu Damei and Meng Tong schemed against her aunt, but Meng Chunyan had to meddle as well.

This time, it was good—she had only let Ah Yue strip Chunyan, not handed her over to another man. And although she had soaked in the slop for a good while, at least no one discovered her identity, nor saw her body. But if Meng Chunyan doesn’t change her ways, next time she won’t be let off so easily.