When the Top Chef Transmigrated into a Scum Alpha (GL) - Chapter 3

In contrast, although Shang Wumian was enthusiastic about cooking, she herself didn’t enjoy eating much. Therefore, she always ate very little, as if watching others eat was enough to fill her up.

That’s why she was slender in her original world, and due to long-term fitness, she even had “vest-line” abs on her stomach.

Lin Qingwan was not very interested in the other person’s appetite. Eating little was quite good; it would save some food for the family.

Otherwise, was she expected to specially care about the other person? Comparatively, she was currently more concerned about another matter.

Lin Qingwan put down her chopsticks, glanced at the fully satisfied A-Fu beside her, and then looked at Shang Wumian: “Are you done eating?”

Shang Wumian didn’t overthink it, just answered honestly: “Yes.”

Lin Qingwan nodded, and stood up at the same time: “Then help clean up, please.”

Shang Wumian sat there, momentarily stunned: “Huh?”

She subconsciously looked down and glanced at her injured leg, which was fixed with a splint.

She was puzzled. Even in this state, did she still have to help?

When it came to oppressing the injured, the female lead certainly had a technique.

By the time Lin Qingwan had taken her own bowl to wash it, she returned to find Shang Wumian hadn’t moved. She looked down at her and spoke: “Why are you not moving?”

When dependent on others, one has to yield. Shang Wumian casually replied that she was going now, and hobbled over to wash the dishes.

A-Fu looked at her pitiful appearance, raised her head, and asked somewhat confusedly: “…Sister Qingwan?”

Lin Qingwan withdrew her gaze from Shang Wumian’s retreating back, lowered her eyes, and asked gently: “What is it, A-Fu?”

She was completely different from the cold demeanor she displayed in front of Shang Wumian.

But this was exactly what puzzled A-Fu, so she gently tugged on Lin Qingwan’s sleeve and asked her in a low voice: “Sister Qingwan, do you dislike that Qianyuan Jiejie?”

Although Sister Qingwan had a somewhat cold nature, she usually wouldn’t treat people like this. Moreover, the person had saved her in such a dangerous situation.

A-Fu’s small mind could only conclude that Sister Qingwan might feel unhappy with Sister Wumian for some reason she didn’t know.

Lin Qingwan naturally wouldn’t let A-Fu know about the complexities. She just reached out and gently stroked her hair, “No, a Qianyuan’s physique is different. Jiejie just thinks that having her move around more is more conducive to the recovery of her injury.”

A-Fu wore an expression of “so that’s how it is,” and stopped worrying about it. She even started spinning her little brain, thinking about what other chores she could have Shang Wumian “move around” to do.

A-Fu watched Shang Wumian, who had finished washing the dishes and was about to return to the guest room, and secretly began preparing to help her with her “recovery”: “Sister Wumian, have you seen my hair tie? The red one, I suddenly can’t find it.”

Shang Wumian stopped and turned around, looking a bit confused: “Isn’t it tied in your hair?”

A-Fu blinked and told a serious lie: “Not this one, it’s one exactly like it.”

She tilted her head, her small face looking pitiful: “Can you help me look for it?”

Shang Wumian glanced at Lin Qingwan, who looked uninterested, and guessed that A-Fu had probably failed when she asked Lin Qingwan for help, which was why she came to her.

Shang Wumian looked at the innocent and adorable little girl and was happy to help her look.

It’s just finding a hair tie; how much trouble could it be?

Unfortunately, Shang Wumian didn’t understand the sinister nature of people. A lost hair tie is easy to find, but a fabricated one, naturally, can never be found.

Lin Qingwan glanced at Shang Wumian, who was concentrating on searching. As she lowered her eyes, she happened to see A-Fu exchange a look with her.

A slightly smug look.

As if asking for credit: See, Sister Qingwan, I easily came up with a way to help her recover!

Lin Qingwan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly. After appreciating the person’s clumsy movements for a little while longer, she went back to her room.

Later, Shang Wumian searched for a long time. She found yellow hair ties and green hair ties for A-Fu, but she never saw the red hair tie exactly like the one A-Fu was wearing.

She could only apologize to the other person in the end: “A-Fu, Jiejie didn’t find it…”

Fortunately, A-Fu’s eyes were bright and didn’t look disappointed: “That’s okay, I know Sister Wumian tried her best. It’s fine if we can’t find it; I still have this one on my head.”

The little girl’s thoughtfulness gave Shang Wumian a surge of goodwill.

That’s nice. She originally felt indifferent toward children, especially those who liked to make a fuss for no reason, but the well-behaved and sensible type was a different story.

Shang Wumian, exhausted after a long effort, finally returned to her couch and lay down like a dead fish.

So tired.

She hadn’t even done too much, but she felt incredibly tired.

Before falling asleep, Shang Wumian thought to herself about where she would go after her injuries healed.

I wonder if I can go back. Did everyone on that flight land safely?

This place is unfamiliar. If Lin Qingwan wasn’t willing to continue taking her in, and she couldn’t find suitable means of survival, she would probably have a hard time staying. The urgent matter now was to first understand what the environment here was like.

In those TV dramas, people who transmigrated usually gained some “golden fingers” (cheat abilities). What Shang Wumian had when she arrived was only a pathetic set of injuries.

She is truly one miserable chef.

Lost in these chaotic thoughts, Shang Wumian eventually drifted off to sleep. When she woke up the next day, her mind was still foggy, so much so that when she saw Lin Qingwan’s distinctly cold face, she didn’t immediately react.

“…Who are you?” Shang Wumian subconsciously asked.

Lin Qingwan didn’t answer either, just gave her an ambiguous look.

But just that one look brought Shang Wumian’s consciousness together, and she sat up from the couch.

Lin Qingwan saw that the person was already awake and said concisely, “After breakfast today, you’ll come out with me.”

Shang Wumian casually agreed, only later realizing what Lin Qingwan wanted her to do.

Farming.

Miss Shang only knew how to cook, not how to farm. She only knew how to steam rice, not how to grow paddy.

In her original world, why would she need to worry about such things…

Sometimes she didn’t even need to buy the ingredients herself.

She had a housekeeper at home, and organizers and purchasing agents outside.

All she needed to do was process the ready-made ingredients.

Everything Shang Wumian faced now was undoubtedly unfamiliar.

She could only stand there blankly by the fields, watching Lin Qingwan pick up a hoe and work.

After hoeing a few times, Lin Qingwan saw that the other person was still standing still and couldn’t help but frown: “If you still want to eat in the future, you should join me in farming…”

Shang Wumian moved the crutch in her hand and said, “But my leg injury isn’t healed yet…”

Doesn’t this count as forced abuse of a patient?

Lin Qingwan looked down: “You can cook, but you can’t farm?”

This person was clearly full of energy when cooking, even having the spirit to lecture her. Why can’t she do some labor?

Shang Wumian stood her ground and came up with another excuse for herself: “But I don’t have any strength in my hands or legs.”

Lin Qingwan’s tone remained unchanged, but Shang Wumian could clearly hear the contempt in it: “No strength… You’re a Qianyuan after all.”

This person is still as brazen as ever. No, I should say… her skill has deepened.

She has actually reached the point where she has the audacity to claim she has no strength in front of a Kunze (Omega).

Shang Wumian hated being looked down upon the most. She frowned, picked up the hoe Lin Qingwan had prepared for her, and said, “It’s just hoeing the field; what’s so difficult about it?”

…But she really didn’t know how.

Miss Shang had been pampered since childhood. Besides cooking and making soup, which were personal hobbies, she never specifically studied other things.

As for farming… she had only seen it a few times in television scenes.

The hoe felt light in her hands. But she didn’t know how to use it.

Yet, in order not to embarrass herself, Shang Wumian chose to maintain a blank face and persist.

She stealthily glanced at Lin Qingwan and began to imitate her.

This small movement naturally couldn’t escape Lin Qingwan’s eyes.

She felt surprised: This person really doesn’t know how to hoe the ground, she isn’t pretending.

But how could that be?

Lin Qingwan found it strange. Even if the scumbag Shang Wumian was useless in the previous life, she wouldn’t have been unable to hoe the field.

If people here didn’t know how to farm, were they supposed to starve?

Doubt arose in her heart, but she didn’t know the reason for this change.

“What are you doing?”

Shang Wumian looked serious: “Farming, naturally.”

What is she doing? Isn’t it obvious? Look at this person asking the obvious.

Lin Qingwan stopped, leaning on her hoe and looking at Shang Wumian—You hoe, and I’ll watch you hoe.

Shang Wumian’s movements slowed, and she became a bit unsure.

She had noticed a clue.

The field Lin Qingwan had hoed was clearly different from the field she had hoed.

The area Lin Qingwan had hoed was neat and tidy, while the area she had hoed… looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

“You don’t know how to farm,” Lin Qingwan stated with absolute certainty.

Shang Wumian’s heart sank: Oh no, did I just expose myself?

Under these circumstances, with this background…

Will the people in this village put me on a rack and burn me?

—Save me!

To her surprise, the person just sneered lightly: “So useless.”

What a joke. In her two lifetimes, she had never seen a Qianyuan more useless than Shang Wumian.

Remembering the events of the previous life, Lin Qingwan’s expression instantly soured. She placed the hoe on the ground and sat down on a small bamboo chair nearby.

How could I have forgotten? The person in front of me is clearly heartless and despicable. How could I easily let down my guard against her?

“You hoe, I’ll watch,” Lin Qingwan’s voice was icy cold, much like Shang Wumian’s heart at the moment.

“…Huh?” Shang Wumian suspected she heard wrong.

She had not.

Lin Qingwan patiently repeated: “You hoe, I’ll wait for you here. This field isn’t large, and as a physically strong Qianyuan you…”

She paused, then affirmed: “It shouldn’t take you long to finish hoeing the entire field.”

Shang Wumian’s eye twitched slightly: Making her hoe the entire field alone?

It would be less painful to just call her a cripple.

She tried to reason, pointing to her leg: “It’s injured.”

Lin Qingwan nodded, poured a bowl of the water she brought, and said: “I know.”

Shang Wumian maintained a wooden face, waiting for the person to change her mind: “It was injured while saving you from the fire.”

Lin Qingwan nodded again: “Thank you.”

Then she took a sip of water and said the completely heartless words: “Hoe, I’m waiting.”

Physically strong Qia-nyu-an.