There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

Chapter 33

Translator : Phiare

Editor : i_am_a_bystander

Lei Baofei left with a dark face; not touching any of the dishes, and leaving the wine spilt. Before his abrupt departure however, he strictly urged An Chengjie to conduct himself appropriately. An Chengjie was confused – not knowing why Lei Baofei had left like that when he all he had wanted to do was introduce a new dish, and chat about the restaurant's future.

The shopkeeper seemed to be scared by the guest's sudden departure. He probed outside, cautiously asking some questions. "Boss, those dishes in the kitchen... do you still need them?"

Annoyance was laced in his voice as he spoke. "No need!" He frowned as he glanced at the various ingredients on the table, depressed and puzzled. Lei Baofei's attitude today was really strange; and the sentence he said before he left didn't make any sense. Were all ancient people this temperamental?

He debated on whether he should try to talk to Lei Baofei again when a waiter suddenly rushed into the room; with him, was a familiar bamboo basket. "This isn't good! There's another hotpot restaurant that just opened on the South Street. They're selling it at half the price we are, and they also openly share their recipe! This... this is the hotpot they are selling today."

An Chengjie's face warped, and he snatched the basket away – quickly looking inside to take out the note. His hands gradually crumbled the paper – his brain feeling as if it was smashed by a hammer. Without thinking, he asked, "Where is that store? What's its name? Who opened it?"

"It's in the middle of South Street, and it's called Chuan Yue. But I don't know who the owner is, and the person in charge today has unknown origins." The shopkeeper, after saying this, saw An Chengjie's lost look and grew even more panicked. "Boss, what should we do?" The restaurant was about to open, but their signature dish was already taken by another; this certainly could not be good.

Chuan Yue, Chuan Yue......

An Chengjie's hand trembled – his heart sinking and hands faltering. There was a sense of excitement that ran through him at the notion that there was another transmigrator; yet, there was also fear. Fear that his advantage as a transmigrated person would be taken away. A hotpot restaurant called Chuan Yue...... was this name just a coincidence, or a hint from the other party?

[T/N: 穿越 – Chuan Yue – means to transmigrate.]

Ye Zhizhou returned to Zhenguo Gong Fu with Yan Mingyong, ready to eat some hotpot at home. While waiting for Chang Shun and Chang Fu to prepare the ingredients – he pushed Yan Mingyong to the dining room, and stuffed his book into his hands. "Mingyong, just wait here for a while. My big brother is at home today, so I'm going to call him over so he can taste the hotpot as well."

Yan Mingyong's smile on his face faltered, eyes sinking. "Do you like your brother?"

Ye Zhizhou helplessly looked over at the gloomy kid – bending over to kiss the other's face, and pat his hair. "Be obedient. After dinner, I'll show you a new game that you haven't played before. For now, just read the book."

Yan Mingyong couldn't control the red on his cheeks – his black eyes brightening up as quickly as they darkened. But, he refrained from showing his excitement on his face – speaking with a still expression. "I'll listen to you this once, go."

Ye Zhizhou chuckled at his lover's serious face – leaning over to kiss the youth. His lover had turned into a young boy, and he got the chance to see him gradually grow up – this was really great!

The hotpot was ready by the time Ye Zhizhou returned with An Chengsheng. Yan Mingyong put the book down, wheeling himself towards the door – and while ignoring An Chengsheng's face of shock, he reached out to Ye Zhizhou. "Le Er, my chest hurts."