Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 830 - 110 Poisoned Person_2

Luomeiyan smiled gently and turned to head to the back hall, returning quickly with a cup of hot tea which she personally handed to Lin Yuan. "I noticed the corners of Miss’s mouth seem a bit chapped—it must be the frustration these past few days, so I added more chrysanthemum for Miss. Please taste it and see how you find it. If it’s too bitter, I can have the maid bring some honey."

Her mouth corners were chapped? Lin Yuan subconsciously touched the corners of her mouth and indeed felt a slight roughness on her fingertips.

Xia Zheng stared with his big eyes too, as if wishing his gaze could blossom on her mouth corners. Ah, they were indeed chapped—he would have to moisturize them when they got home.

Unaware of Xia Zheng’s crooked thoughts, Lin Yuan took the tea and sniffed it, spontaneously praising its fragrance. Although it didn’t have the strong aroma of Fuman Building’s tea, it had a unique sweet scent.

Just as she was about to take a sip by bringing the teacup to her lips, Lin Yuan suddenly felt it lighten in her grasp, and upon looking, somehow the teacup had ended up in Xia Zheng’s hand.

"Hey! My tea!" Lin Yuan’s eyes widened as she reached out to snatch it back.

Xia Zheng shifted to the side and with raised eyebrows teased, "Of course, such fragrant tea must be tasted by me first—you can wait to drink my saliva!"

Though his words were full of provocation, Lin Yuan wasn’t in the mood to feel shy because the tea had already entered Xia Zheng’s mouth.

"Ah! You—"

Before she could even voice her concern, she already saw Xia Zheng’s Adam’s apple bob, and the tea had gone down his throat.

Lin Yuan’s eyes flickered as she carefully watched him, afraid he would suddenly bleed from all orifices and die from poisoning.

However, what she feared didn’t happen. Xia Zheng rolled his eyes, grinned at her, and then pretending to be poisoned, stuck out his tongue and feigned vomiting to scare her.

Although their arm obscured the view, others couldn’t see the exchange of looks between the two, An Jie’s pupils still involuntarily moved.

Luomeiyan, seeing the two quarreling over a cup of tea, something she had never witnessed before, quickly intervened, "Please don’t fight over it, I’ll brew another cup for you both."

Before Lin Yuan could respond, An Jie suddenly said, "I didn’t expect Young Master Xia to also fancy my wife’s chrysanthemum tea, why don’t we have the maid pack some chrysanthemum for both of you later."

Luomeiyan blinked and was gently pulled by An Jie to sit beside him.

Lin Yuan didn’t really ask for the chrysanthemum tea just for its taste—seeing that Xia Zheng was unharmed, she felt embarrassed for having harbored baseless suspicions. How could she have the nerve to bother Luomeiyan to brew more tea for them?

"Young Master’s kindness is appreciated, but clearly the Madam prepared the chrysanthemum especially for you, and we would not wish to impose," she said.

An Jie caressed his wife’s smooth and delicate hand, smiling as he said, "Miss Lin has spoken truly. Since last year, I have followed my mother to learn how to manage the winery. Seeing my hard work, Yan’er picked and dried the chrysanthemum herself to make tea, which she brews for me daily—it’s both invigorating and heat-dispelling. It is only thanks to Yan’er’s careful attention all this time that I’ve managed the winery affairs well."

As he spoke, An Jie looked at his wife again with eyes so honeyed they could nearly make one feel sick.

An Jie’s words indirectly indicated to Lin Yuan and her company that there was no possibility of Luomeiyan poisoning him—he had been drinking the chrysanthemum tea since the beginning of the year. If it were poisoned, he would have died long ago—why would it take half a year to succumb to the poison?

Lin Yuan watched the couple, feeling both guilty and envious. She then heard Xia Zheng scoff disdainfully from beside her, and she couldn’t help but look at him in confusion.

Xia Zheng just raised his eyebrows and leaned back with crossed arms, staying quiet. This made Lin Yuan feel even more perplexed—could it be that he was feeling jealous seeing the couple’s display of affection?

After testing Luomeiyan earlier, Lin Yuan felt it improper to say more and swiftly changed the topic, inquiring about what An Jie had eaten on the day he was poisoned and how he had felt.

Perhaps sitting for a while had tired him out, An Jie’s complexion paled a bit, but his spirits were still fairly good.

After pondering, he said, "Actually, I only felt a bit of nausea that day, and it was my friends who got overly anxious for me, calling the doctor. I also don’t know what happened, how it could have been poisoning. Fortunately, these past few days Yan’er has taken care of me, allowing me to recover."

As he spoke, An Jie secretly tightened his grip on his wife’s hand, shaking his head and sighing softly, "It’s strange to say, I was completely fine before the incident. But ever since that day at Fragrant Full Building, my body started feeling inexplicably weak, as if I’d really been poisoned."