Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 65 - Annoying Rush to Finish the Meal (2)_1

Chapter 65 -65 Annoying Rush to Finish the Meal (2)_1

Chapter 65 -65 Annoying Rush to Finish the Meal (2)_1

By the time she had prepared the fish and vegetables, the inviting aroma of fish soup was wafting from the pot.

Lin Yuan washed a few sprigs of cilantro and chopped them finely, ready to sprinkle them over the top as soon as the fish soup was off the stove.

Just as the lid was lifted, fragrance mixed with steam rushed to their faces, and the three sisters gathered around the stove couldn’t help but salivate.

Lin Yuan, spoon in hand, was about to ladle out some soup when suddenly an irritating voice rang out from the courtyard.

“Wow, so fragrant, so fragrant!

Just by the smell, you know I, the old fellow, have come to the right place!

Hey, little girl, come on out!

Little girl!”

Lin Yuan’s hand trembled with the spoon, annoyed by the persistent old man.

The timing couldn’t have been worse, not too early nor too late, but precisely when she was about to serve the soup!

Humph, no matter what, this soup was for her mother’s nourishment, and she wouldn’t let anyone else have it!

Lao Fan kept calling from outside the door with no response from Lin Yuan, so he jumped off the carriage and scurried towards the kitchen—there was no helping it, for a foodie, the scent was his compass.

“You little girl, obviously at home but not answering me!

Hey, what are you cooking here?” Lao Fan shoved aside Lin Wei and Xiao Linshuang who were near the stove, poked his head in, and took a deep inhale of the aroma, his mung bean eyes shining brightly: “It smells heavenly!

Quick, quick, quick!

Serve a bowl for this old man!”

Lin Yuan swiftly grabbed the lid and sealed the pot tightly, unceremoniously pushing Lao Fan out of the kitchen while she commanded, “This is for my mother’s recovery, you can’t have any!

Want fish soup, go to your Fuman Building!

Hurry up, off you go!”

Lao Fan was somewhat taken aback by her push.

Annoying as he might be, he had never been pushed out like this before.

This girl, truly the first!

Oh, not right, there seemed to be another braver soul, the Little Tyrant, who had done the same thing.

Hmm, yes, she was the second one.

Twirling his white beard, Lao Fan’s eyes rolled around, and a wicked thought crossed his mind: What if these two little rascals met?

What would happen, a fight?

Tearing down the house?

Or maybe, a fight to the death?

Wa-ha-ha, that really would be quite the scene!

Lin Yuan had no time to entertain the old man’s self-indulgence; she didn’t believe for a second that this glutton would give up on her fish soup.

She had to quickly serve it while Lao Fan was still daydreaming and chuckling to himself!

However, before she could move an inch, Lin Yuan heard Lao Fan behind her, musing, “Little girl, no offense, but isn’t it just about nourishing the body?

If you encounter me, all these fish soups, turtle soups, they’re nothing.

With just one move from me, guaranteed, your mother will be leaping up and down, as healthy as a fiddle!”

Leaping up and down!

Do you think my mother is a monkey?

Lin Yuan was about to shoo him off with her spoon when suddenly, she stiffened.

What?

The old man makes a move?

Could it be, this annoying, food-obsessed old man was actually a doctor?

Startled, she turned around, only to see that Lao Fan had already snapped out of his reverie, one hand behind his back, the other stroking his white glistening hair with smug self-satisfaction, exuding an air of an otherworldly sage. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

But still…

Lin Yuan curled her lip in disdain and ‘tch’-ed.

Had it been their first meeting, she might have been duped by a few smooth words, but she had witnessed firsthand this old man’s reckless gluttony.

His words?

She wouldn’t believe them if it killed her!

“Trying to bluff your way into free food and drink?

Dream on!

Go back to your Fuman Building!”

Lao Fan, looking frail, nearly stumbled, and began to plead desperately, “Little girl, oh my dear, please let me have a taste, just one bite, can’t you?

If you don’t let me try, the craving in my heart…

oh please, I beg you, oh great one, I’ll pay, any amount.

Not for money?

Then tell me what you want, ah, come on, say something, hey, hey, just leave me one bite, one bite…”