Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 138 - 134 Introducing Business

Zhao Chun carefully folded the letter, picked up the book on the table, and knocked Yao Yu on the head with it, her eyes sparkling: "What are you saying? Didn’t I already say it? It’s Yadan."

"N-no, that’s not what I thought it meant, right?" Yao Yu was bewildered.

"That guy’s name is Duck Egg?"

"A legend whose name is Duck Egg?"

Seeing their stunned expressions, Zhao Chun smirked to herself. Honestly, she had been even more shocked earlier.

Zhao Chun coughed a few times, assuming the haughty and dignified demeanor she used to maintain, without a trace of the poor oppressed girl she was under Tian Sangsang’s thumb before.

Yao Yu laughed awkwardly, winking and making faces: "Hahaha. As expected of a legend, even the name is so unique. Brother Duck Egg, truly admirable!"

"Not Brother, it’s Sister." Zhao Chun frowned slightly.

"What? Sister Duck Egg?"

"Mhm." Zhao Chun nodded.

"What’s Sister Duck Egg’s last name?"

Zhao Chun spat out one word: "Tian."

"Tian Duck Egg?" Yao Yu almost fainted, involuntarily picturing a scene: a duck egg lying in the fields...

Zhao Chun shot him a sidelong glance, tone floating: "It’s the ’Ya’ from ’little feet.’"

Ya-Dan!

Everyone fell over laughing.

...

"Uncle, this is the place." Yao Fangfang led a man dressed in a sharp suit to the front of Tian Sangsang’s little eatery.

"Is this place really as delicious as you say?" The man inspected the small restaurant, a hint of skepticism on his face.

The diner was too small. The owner was too... um, dark-skinned.

However, as he stepped closer, a rich, savory aroma wafted into his nose, fresh and mouthwatering, making the man jolt with excitement.

"Of course... it’s delicious!" Yao Fangfang pursed her lips and spoke unnaturally. If she didn’t have her own plans, she wouldn’t have come to Tian Sangsang’s place, let alone praise her cooking.

Ever since that incident last time, she hadn’t eaten anything Tian Sangsang made.

There’s no need for a reason to dislike someone. And if you dislike someone, you naturally dislike their cooking too.

She knew that eating Tian Sangsang’s food might make her less capable of disliking her.

So she could only restrain herself from eating Tian Sangsang’s food, preventing herself from falling for it.

"What can I do for you two?" Tian Sangsang suddenly asked, politeness in her tone upon spotting the unexpected guests.

The question was, of course, directed at the man. People this modern-looking were rarely seen in this small town.

"Hello, my surname is Lin." The man straightened his back, though he wasn’t taller or broader than the woman standing before him. "I own the clothing factory nearby."

The nearby clothing factory was the sole small factory in town, something Tian Sangsang had noticed before. She smiled and responded, "Ah, Boss Lin. A pleasure to meet you! Please, come inside."

Her infectious smile startled Boss Lin a bit. Despite her unattractive looks, this eatery owner had a burning enthusiasm that was quite appealing to him. And that smile—genuinely sweet! freewёbnoνel-com

"I heard your Sichuan skewers here are particularly delicious, one-of-a-kind in town. I’m here to try them out." Boss Lin gestured with his hand. "I’ll take one of each variety."

"Sure thing." Tian Sangsang replied, "Do you want spicy or not spicy?"

"Not spicy. Can’t handle spicy," Boss Lin answered. Spicy food might interfere with business later; it’d surely distract him amidst the fiery sensations on his tongue.

"Would you like anything?" Tian Sangsang shot Yao Fangfang a faint smile.

Yao Fangfang held her breath, fearing she might take in the aroma of the skewers. She stared into Tian Sangsang’s eyes, awkwardly spitting out two words: "No need."

If she said no, then it’s no. She’d promised herself: not in this lifetime.

Boss Lin, though no stranger to gourmet food, found Tian Sangsang’s skewers exceptionally satisfying. He was instantly hooked, eating with such joy and vigor that his face flushed and sweat poured down.

Yao Fangfang stood to the side nervously and whispered, "Uncle, business matters."

Boss Lin polished off the last skewer, drained the soup in his bowl, then grinned contentedly: "Fangfang, I must say—this place truly delivers. I nearly forgot what I came for after tasting such incredible food."

Yao Fangfang rolled her eyes internally. Could it really be that good? She refused to believe that Tian Sangsang’s dark hands could produce anything worth praising!

She glanced into the room with disappointment. Chen Ming wasn’t there; he hadn’t even come downstairs. Why was he just staying upstairs?

She had deliberately timed her visit after learning everything about him. His name was Chen Ming; he had a younger sister named Chen Ying; he didn’t have any special connection to Tian Sangsang. They came from the same village, and their family had rented out the first floor to Tian Sangsang for her business. Plus, Chen Ming usually drove a truck for deliveries, often returning late. Knowing all this, she had carefully planned today’s timing to ensure she wouldn’t miss him.

For days, she’d sulked over the situation. Only after gathering these pieces of information did she finally put aside her grievances.

As they settled the bill, Boss Lin turned to Tian Sangsang and said, "Ms. Tian, I’d like to discuss a business opportunity with you."

Tian Sangsang handed him the change and replied without surprise, "What sort of business opportunity?" She wasn’t very busy, and earning some extra money would naturally be great.

"I just tasted your cooking, and it’s excellent. I imagine you’d maintain the same quality if you made other dishes as well, right?"

Tian Sangsang nodded. "It’s hard to say; it depends on the dishes."

"Here’s the deal: in three days, my father will be celebrating his 60th birthday. We’re planning a banquet. I need someone skilled in cooking to help prepare the dishes. Price isn’t an issue; I just want the food to taste good." Previously, Boss Lin wasn’t entirely convinced when Yao Fangfang recommended Tian Sangsang, but now he was certain. Anyone capable of making skewers this tasty wouldn’t disappoint with other dishes.

He didn’t seem like a particularly stingy person. As long as the banquet wasn’t overly extravagant, Tian Sangsang felt confident in her abilities. After all, as a reincarnator, she had her fair share of culinary skills.

After thinking for a moment, Tian Sangsang replied, "I can prepare the dishes for the banquet. What’s Boss Lin’s budget?"

"I’ve already planned the dishes." Boss Lin pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. "Take a look. I’ll provide the ingredients; you’ll just need to cook and help out at the banquet. If you have time, you could help serve the dishes too. Around here, banquets are usually handled by family, and we rarely hire chefs. This would be a first for me. How about 15 yuan a day?"

Fifteen yuan a day was roughly equivalent to what Tian Sangsang usually earned daily.

"That works. It’s a fair rate."

Boss Lin then moved to another corner with Tian Sangsang. She reviewed the list, finding the dishes neither overly simple nor impossibly complex—all within her capabilities. Boss Lin explained how many tables they’d need and roughly how many guests would be attending. They ironed out the details together. Tian Sangsang, despite being wary of conspiracies, didn’t let that affect her judgment. Not only was Boss Lin a decent person, but who would scheme during their own father’s birthday banquet? Unless, of course, they weren’t the real son.

Just as negotiations wrapped up, Chen Ming happened to come down the stairs. Yao Fangfang held her breath, her gaze practically glued to him.