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Shopkeeper Liu gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and asked again, waiting for the young man to say "on the house." His hand had even stretched behind him to make a preparatory gesture to his staff.

But this time, the rich young master disappointed him again.

The young man sat down on the chair with a huff and said discontentedly, "I, sir, don’t want much, rest assured, I’ll give you the Silver. However, you must let me meet the chef of your restaurant; I need to have a good talk with him and teach him how to cook properly!"

What!

The hand Shopkeeper Liu was using to gesture froze in place, and he instinctively looked up towards Lin Yuan on the second floor.

However, Lin Yuan seemed to have expected this and showed no sign of surprise; she turned her head and made a subtle gesture to Xia Zheng, who was frowning.

Xia Zheng shrugged and spread his hands: "I don’t know this guy either."

In the room, Lao Fan also unexpectedly added, "I don’t know him either."

The corners of Xia Zheng’s lips twitched as he laughed helplessly, "You’ve been away from the Capital city for so many years; how could you possibly recognize him?

Even I don’t, let alone you. It seems he must be a newcomer who has made a name for himself in Capital city in the past couple of years. "

The young man made no effort to disguise his accent, and everyone could tell he was from the Capital city. It was not difficult to deduce from his words that he must have culinary skills, and very impressive ones at that. If there was such a person in the Capital city, they would have known of him.

Lin Yuan smiled inwardly, no matter who this person was, she was certain that he was here for her.

"Ha, isn’t this Mo Sanniang’s cousin? What’s the matter? Haven’t seen you for a few days and you’ve aged so much?"

Lin Yuan’s voice floated down from upstairs, and as the young man looked up, he saw her stepping down the stairs with a smile brimming in her eyes.

Subconsciously touching the small mustache above his lip, the young man chuckled, "I knew I couldn’t hide it from you. What do you think? Isn’t my mustache handsome? Don’t I look even more handsome than when I saw you the other day?"

Lin Yuan was completely immune to this man’s vanity because there was an even more vain fellow upstairs, watching him with animosity plastered all over his face.

Xia Zheng snorted: "You call that handsome? My nose hair is more stylish than you!"

The young man pouted and pretended to gag, but before he could make a sound, it turned into a pained howl.

"Ow! My mustache!"

The young man clutched his mouth tightly, looking heartbroken as he watched Lin Yuan casually blow his beloved fake mustache onto the ground. That was his favorite fake mustache, now thrown on the floor and trampled, causing him agony!

And the culprit, Lin Yuan, nonchalantly dusted off her hands, muttering with satisfaction, "That’s better, looking at that mustache was really bothering me!"

Her comment immediately drew nods of agreement from Shopkeeper Liu and others; if it weren’t for the fear of offending a customer, they would have rushed to tear off that mustache themselves.

The young man, deprived of his mustache, finally revealed his true face, thin and fair-skinned. If one could overlook the carefree arrogance on his face, he was actually quite a pleasing young man.

"You, you, are really rude! Uncultured!" the young man accused Lin Yuan heatedly, who had torn off his favorite mustache.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow: "I’m rude and uncultured? That’s true, I am a shrew after all! But you, you little scammer, what are you then?"

At the words ’little scammer,’ the young man suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, this young man was the same one Lin Yuan encountered on the day when Mo Sanniang and Meng Liangdong got married. He had falsely claimed to be Mo Sanniang’s cousin, which now appeared to be completely fabricated.

"I, well, I have my reasons!" the young man stammered, finally admitting he had lied.

Lin Yuan’s eyes narrowed dangerously: "Speak, who exactly are you, and what do you want?"

Having his lies exposed, the young man no longer looked for excuses and declared with his chest puffed out, "I want to compete with you in cooking skills!"