Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 809: Sort out the trash

The masters in charge of brewing were all standing by, their faces filled with confusion, unable to explain what had happened. Just last night, the wine had been fine, so how could it have turned out like this overnight?

"What’s the matter? Speak up, have you all become mute?" Seeing that the masters were all tightly lipped and silent, Meng Tong’s anger intensified. With a casual flick of his hand, he sent a funnel that had been sitting on top of a vat crashing to the ground.

The item was neither large nor valuable, but the sound of the funnel hitting the floor weighed heavily on the hearts of the masters. After all, they were not originally from the Meng Family Wine House but had been hired with substantial sums after other wine houses shut down due to various scandals.

Among these masters were some with strong personalities who had come to the Meng family not for the generous remuneration, but simply because they loved brewing and didn’t want to leave the wine house.

Although Meng Tong’s treatment of them had never been particularly respectful, it had never come to this, and the masters felt very uncomfortable. However, since it was they who had spoiled the wine in the first place, nobody said a word.

After venting their frustrations, they knew the issue still needed to be resolved. This was their first order to be delivered to Fuman Building in partnership with Liu’s Brewery; failing to do so would not only jeopardize future cooperation but the penalty for this order alone could cause severe losses for the Meng family.

"Not a single word from any of you! What a waste, raising a bunch of useless louts! No wonder those wine houses had to close down!" Meng Tong couldn’t help but curse again before swiftly leaving with a swish of his sleeves, "Work day and night, hurry up and brew the wine!"

The masters, with red-faced embarrassment, gathered together to carefully search for the cause. Even though nobody mentioned Meng Tong, there was an indigestible thorn in their hearts.

Previously, Fuman Building’s wine supply had come from the Meng Family Wine House, but since Liu Limin had opened her own brewery, Fuman Building’s orders for the Meng family had decreased significantly. Meng Tong had hoped to use this opportunity to make a comeback, but troubling issues arose right at the first delivery, so he rushed to consult with Liu Limin.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Limin’s lovely brow furrowed as if tied in knots, and she chided, "I must say, Boss Meng, with the delivery time upon us, to have such an issue arise! You talk of wanting to cooperate with me, but isn’t this just setting me up?"

Hearing her words made Meng Tong’s face turn slightly red. As the saying goes, "You can’t argue when you’re under someone’s roof," and so he quickly tried to appease her with a smile, "Miss Min, how could I possibly set you up? I sincerely want to cooperate with you. Ah, it’s the fault of those old fools—I made them brew day and night again. I assure you, there won’t be any issues this time!"

Seeing him apologize so earnestly, Liu Limin felt sympathy for him, her heart softened as she lamented, "I hope so, then. I will extend your deadline by another ten days, but Boss Meng, this is the final deadline. If you cannot produce decent wine within ten days, you’re aware of the consequences."

Meng Tong certainly knew the consequences, as he had worked with Fuman Building before.

"Don’t worry, there will definitely be no issues this time!" Meng Tong assured with all the solemnity he could muster, while Liu Limin smiled slightly, though she was amused on the inside.

With the lessons from the past, Meng Tong took no chances with the wine brewing this time, making daily visits to the wine house. Ordinarily, he rarely visited, and without him, the masters would brew as usual, but his presence these days made it quite awkward.

Because Meng Tong was never satisfied with anything he saw, reprimanding people day after day, much to the distress of those at the wine house, who cursed him, wishing he’d drop dead on a Little Concubine’s bed.

And Liu Damei, having successfully invited Liu Limin out several times before, grew bolder. Upon seeing the siblings accompanying her again, she said frankly, "Oh dear, sister, do you always bring Guards every time you go out? Could it be that you don’t trust your sister here?"

Liu Limin, realizing she could no longer endure and was ready to act, lifted an elegant eyebrow and laughed, "It’s not that I don’t trust you, sister. It’s just that I’m timid by nature. After encountering bandits outside the city last time, I’ve been left with quite a shadow in my heart!"