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

In sharp contrast, although Shang Wumian was passionate about cooking, she herself did not particularly love eating. Every time she ate, she ate very little, as if watching other people eat was enough to make her full.

That was why, in her original world, she was slender. And because she worked out regularly, she had even trained her abdomen into faintly defined ab lines.

Lin Qingwan was not very interested in the other party’s appetite. Eating less was quite good too. It could save the household some grain.

Otherwise, was she supposed to specially concern herself with the other party? In comparison, there was another matter she cared about more right now.

Lin Qingwan set down her chopsticks, swept a glance at Ah Fu, who was eating beside her with deep satisfaction, then turned her gaze to Shang Wumian. “Finished eating?”

Shang Wumian did not think too much and only answered honestly, “Mm.”

Lin Qingwan nodded, and at the same time, rose to her feet. “Then help clean up.”

Shang Wumian sat there and froze on the spot. “Hm?”

Her gaze subconsciously moved downward, and she looked at her injured leg, which had been fixed in place with a splint.

She was a little confused. Even like this, she still had to help?

When it came to squeezing labor out of an injured person, the female lead truly had a knack for it.

By then, Lin Qingwan had already taken her own bowl to wash it clean. When she came back and saw that Shang Wumian still had not moved, she looked down at her and spoke. “Why aren’t you moving?”

When one was under another person’s roof, one had no choice but to lower one’s head. As Shang Wumian casually replied that she was going now, she limped over to wash the bowls.

Ah Fu looked at her pitiful appearance, lifted her head, and asked with some confusion, “…Sister Qingwan?”

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

She was practically a completely different person from the cold way she had treated Shang Wumian earlier.

But that was also what Ah Fu found confusing. So she lightly tugged Lin Qingwan’s sleeve and asked her quietly, “Sister Qingwan, do you not like that Qianyuan Sister?”

Although Sister Qingwan’s nature was a little cold, under normal circumstances, she would not treat people like this. Not to mention the other party had saved her in such a dangerous situation back then.

With Ah Fu’s little head, the only thing she could think of was that Sister Qingwan might dislike Sister Wumian for some reason she did not know.

Naturally, Lin Qingwan would not let Ah Fu know about all those twists and turns. She only reached out and gently rubbed the girl’s hair. “No. A Qianyuan’s physical constitution is different. Sister only feels that letting her move around more will be better for the recovery of her injury.”

Ah Fu wore an expression that said, so that’s how it is. She no longer remained tangled up over it, and even began turning her little head, thinking about whether there were any other tasks that could let Shang Wumian “move around.”

Ah Fu looked at Shang Wumian, who had finished washing the bowls and was preparing to return to the guest room, and began secretly preparing to help with her rehabilitation. “Sister Wumian, have you seen my hair tie? The red one. I suddenly can’t find it.”

Shang Wumian stopped, turned around, and looked somewhat puzzled. “Isn’t it tied on your head?”

Ah Fu blinked and lied with an entirely serious face. “Not this one. It’s one exactly the same as it.”

She tilted her head, her little face pitiful. “Can you help me look for it?”

Shang Wumian glanced at Lin Qingwan. The other party looked entirely uninterested, so Shang Wumian guessed that perhaps Ah Fu had asked her for help earlier and failed, which was why she had come to ask Shang Wumian instead.

Looking at the innocent and adorable little girl, Shang Wumian expressed that she would be very happy to help her look.

It was only finding a hair tie. How troublesome could that be?

Unfortunately, Shang Wumian did not understand the sinister nature of human hearts. A lost hair tie was easy to find, but a fabricated hair tie naturally could not be found no matter how one searched.

Lin Qingwan glanced at Shang Wumian, who was over there searching earnestly. As she lowered her eyes, she just so happened to catch Ah Fu exchanging a look with her.

A slightly smug look.

It was as if she were asking for credit: See, Sister Qingwan? I easily thought of a way to help her recover!

Lin Qingwan could not help raising her brow slightly. After admiring someone’s clumsy movements for a while longer, she went back to her room on her own.

Later, after Shang Wumian searched around for ages, she found a yellow hair tie and a green hair tie for Ah Fu, but the only thing she did not see was a red hair tie exactly like the one on her head.

In the end, she could only apologize to the other party. “Ah Fu, Sister couldn’t find it…”

Fortunately, Ah Fu’s eyes looked bright and sparkling, not at all disappointed. “It’s okay. I know Sister Wumian already tried her best. If you can’t find it, then forget it. I still have this one on my head.”

The little girl was so understanding that Shang Wumian suddenly felt a bit more fondness for her.

How nice. Originally, she had no particular feelings toward children, especially those who liked to make a huge fuss for no reason. But if she encountered this kind of obedient and sensible type, that was a different matter.

After working hard for half the day, Shang Wumian finally returned to her couch, utterly exhausted, and lay down properly like a salted fish.

So tired.

She clearly had not done that much, but she still felt so tired.

Before sleeping, Shang Wumian thought by herself for a while, considering where she would go after her injuries healed.

She did not know whether she could still go back, or whether everyone on that flight had landed safely.

She did not know the people or the place here. If Lin Qingwan was unwilling to keep taking her in, and she could not find some suitable way to survive, she was afraid it would be very difficult to stay here. Right now, the most urgent matter was still to first understand what the environment here was actually like.

In all those television dramas, people who transmigrated into books and the like could usually obtain some kind of golden finger. As a newcomer, Shang Wumian possessed only a miserable body full of injuries.

She really was such a pitiful chef.

Thinking all sorts of random thoughts like this, Shang Wumian eventually fell asleep without realizing it. When she woke up the next day, her consciousness was still muddled, so much so that when she saw Lin Qingwan’s unusually cold face, she did not immediately react.

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

Lin Qingwan did not answer. She only looked at her with an unreadable gaze.

But it was precisely this one glance that made Shang Wumian’s awareness return, and she sat up from the couch.

Seeing that she was already awake, Lin Qingwan was concise and to the point. “After breakfast today, come out with me.”

Shang Wumian casually agreed. Only later did she understand what Lin Qingwan wanted her to do.

Farm.

Miss Shang only knew how to cook vegetables, not grow them. She only knew how to steam rice, not plant rice.

In her original world, when had she ever needed to worry about these things…

Sometimes, she did not even need to personally buy the ingredients.

At home, she had a housekeeper. Outside, there were organizers and purchasing staff.

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

Everything Shang Wumian was now facing was undoubtedly unfamiliar.

She could only stand blankly beside those few mu of farmland, watching as Lin Qingwan picked up a hoe and began working.

After Lin Qingwan had hoed the ground a few times, she saw that the other party was still standing in place and could not help frowning. “If you still want to eat in the future, you should come farm with me…”

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

Did this count as forcibly abusing a patient?

Lin Qingwan lowered her head. “You can cook, but you can’t farm?”

This person had clearly been lively and vigorous while cooking, and had even had the energy to lecture her. How come the moment she was asked to do a little work, she could not?

Shang Wumian braced herself and thought up another excuse. “But I don’t have any strength in my hands or legs.”

Lin Qingwan’s tone did not change, but Shang Wumian could somehow hear a bit of disdain in it. “No strength… You are still a Qianyuan, after all.”

This person was as thick-skinned as ever. No, it should be said that… her skill had deepened even further.

She had actually reached the point where she could shamelessly say in front of a Kunze that she had no strength.

Shang Wumian hated nothing more than other people looking down on her. She frowned, picked up the hoe Lin Qingwan had prepared for her when they came, and said, “Isn’t it just hoeing a field? What’s there to not know?”

…But she really did not know.

Miss Shang had been pampered since childhood. Aside from making soup and cooking as a personal hobby, she did not specially study other things.

As for farming… she had only seen it a few times in shots played on television.

The hoe in her hands was not heavy. But she did not know how to use it.

Still, in order to avoid personally slapping herself in the face, Shang Wumian chose to keep going with a wooden expression.

She quietly glanced at Lin Qingwan and began copying her like a cat drawing a tiger.

Naturally, these little movements could not escape Lin Qingwan’s eyes.

She felt astonished in her heart: this person really did not know how to hoe the ground. She was not pretending.

But how was that possible?

Lin Qingwan found it strange. In her previous life, no matter how useless Shang Wumian had been, she had not been so useless that she could not even hoe a field.

If the people here did not know how to hoe land in this kind of situation, were they supposed to survive on nothing but the northwest wind?

Suspicion rose in her heart, but she did not know the reason behind it.

“What are you doing?”

Shang Wumian looked serious. “Hoeing the ground, of course.”

What was she doing? Wasn’t that obvious? Look at this person, asking when she already knew the answer.

Lin Qingwan stopped, propped herself on her hoe, and looked at Shang Wumian—you hoe, I’ll just watch you hoe.

Shang Wumian’s movements slowed, and she became a little less confident.

She had noticed something.

The ground Lin Qingwan had hoed and the ground she had hoed were clearly not quite the same.

The ground the other party had hoed was neat and orderly, while the ground she had hoed… looked like it had been gnawed by a dog.

“You don’t know how to hoe a field,” Lin Qingwan said with complete certainty.

Shang Wumian’s heart gave a thump. It’s over. She couldn’t have exposed herself just like that, could she?

In this kind of situation, with this kind of life background…

She wouldn’t be tied up and burned by the people in this village, would she?

—Help!

Unexpectedly, that person only lightly mocked her. “Truly useless.”

What a joke. After living these two lifetimes, she had never seen a Qianyuan more useless than Shang Wumian.

Thinking of what had happened in her previous life, Lin Qingwan’s expression instantly turned ugly. She placed her hoe down casually and sat on a small bamboo chair at the side.

How had she forgotten? The person before her was clearly heartless and ungrateful. How could she so easily lower her guard against her?

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

“…Ah?” Shang Wumian suspected she had heard wrong.

However, she had not.

Lin Qingwan repeated patiently, “You hoe. I’ll wait for you here. This field isn’t big. For you, a strong and healthy Qianyuan…”

She paused, giving an affirmative conclusion. “Finishing it all probably won’t take long.”

Shang Wumian’s eye twitched slightly. She wanted her to finish hoeing this whole field alone?

It would be more satisfying if Lin Qingwan simply called her crippled outright.

She tried to reason with her, so she pointed at her own leg. “It’s injured.”

Lin Qingwan nodded and poured a bowl of the water they had brought. “I know.”

Shang Wumian wore a wooden expression, waiting for this person to change her mind. “It was injured because I saved you from that fire.”

Lin Qingwan nodded again. “Thank you.”

Then she took a sip of water and spoke words utterly devoid of humanity. “Hoe. I’m waiting.”

Strong and healthy Qian-yuan-jun.