Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 852 - 115 Date, The Truth

Feeling someone’s embarrassment, Liu Limin couldn’t help but feel a burst of schadenfreude. She lowered her head to look at her pale hand that had just slapped someone and shook her head with a light sigh, "Ah, such beautiful hands are capable of doing so many things, yet they have to steal wine. What a waste!"

Someone’s lips twitched, reluctantly letting go of the wine jar in his hand. He admitted that he had indeed purposely bewitched Liu Limin just now, his hand had stealthily reached for the wine jar next to him. But what he didn’t expect was that Liu Limin, who had just been utterly enchanted by him, suddenly snapped out of it! How strange!

Liu Limin, however, wasn’t surprised at all. Although she was indeed captivated by the beauty of the man before her, it didn’t mean she was lost in it. A woman without desire wouldn’t be deluded by his charm.

"Ahem, look here, girl," Young Master Wuhen said with an awkward laugh as he retracted his hand, "I’ve just had a bit of your wine, is it necessary to treat me this way?" He rubbed his slightly red wrist, complaining in an aggrieved tone.

Liu Limin, however, was thoroughly enraged, pointing at his nose and scolding, "A bit of wine? Do you see this as a bit of wine? Huh?"

She kicked at the empty wine jars on the ground with the tip of her foot, her anger almost making her nose crooked, "Eight, eight of them! Tell me, how long have you been in my cellar to have drunk eight jars of my wine! And two of them are my dearly treasured Premium Zhuang Yuan Hong Wine! Ahh, you’re killing me! My heart aches!"

Premium Zhuang Yuan Hong Wine?

Young Master Wuhen’s eyes lit up, his gaze scanning over the empty wine jars on the ground, fixating on the two jars, "These two are called Zhuang Yuanhong? Good name indeed, not only the name, but the wine itself is great, haha! Is there any more of this wine? Bring me another jar!"

As he spoke, his eyes, gleaming with excitement, began to sweep around the cellar, his handsome and straight nose also started to twitch dishonestly, searching for the exciting scent.

Liu Limin was both infuriated and shocked. She grabbed his white clothes, as white as snow, and pulled him over to her face, threatening him with the severest tone she had ever used in her life, "Behave! You want to drink? Fine, compensate me for the wine first, and I assure you I’ll find you even better Premium Zhuang Yuan Hong Wine!"

"Alright, alright, er, not alright," Young Master Wuhen gently pried Liu Limin’s fingers off, chuckling awkwardly, "I, I have no silver."

No, silver?

Liu Limin, about to let go, once again tightened her grip on his clothes, her voice rising a few notches, "Who are you trying to fool? Don’t think I can’t tell the value of things. That outfit must be worth at least five taels of silver! You’re telling me you’re broke, do you think I’m a fool?"

Young Master Wuhen looked down at his clothes, which were now in tatters from being tugged at, and complained that where it was five taels of silver, it was clearly worth five hundred taels!

Wait, five taels of silver?

Young Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head, more confidently, "Yes, five taels of silver, you tore my clothes, and I haven’t yet asked you for compensation. You’re asking me for money first! Quick, pay me for the clothes, and then I’ll pay for the wine!"

Ah, the feeling of demanding debts is so satisfying! Young Master Wuhen smiled shamelessly, his face full of smugness.

Liu Limin slapped his outstretched hand away, "You really have a thick face! Clearly, you stole my wine first, and it was only then that I tore your clothes. Besides, this outfit was torn when binding your own hands, what does it have to do with me?"

"Doesn’t matter, you’re the one who tore my clothes," Young Master Wuhen crossed his arms, adopting a stance that said you won’t get a penny out of me unless you pay me first.

In the more than half a year that Liu Limin had been running Liu’s Brewery, she had seen all kinds of customers. But one with such thick skin as the man before her, this was a first. What a waste of a good exterior, to turn out to be such a rascal inside!

Fine, to deal with a rascal requires a rascal’s tactics!

Liu Limin sneered, and while he wasn’t paying attention, she grabbed his wrist where the cloth of his clothing was yet untied. Just when she had it in her hands, he started to struggle for dear life.

"Hey, hey! What are you trying to do?" Young Master Wuhen, caught off guard when she tried to tie him up again with the cloth strip, quickly drew back the hand she hadn’t caught, retreating while squealing like a pig being slaughtered.

Liu Limin didn’t care how he howled; she pressed down hard on the hand she held, leaning forward to reach for the other one that he’d hidden behind his back.