Oiran was naturally unwilling, and Master Ji was shaless, saying if Oiran was reluctant, then he would quit and let the owner find another Spiritual Delicacy Master.
Where could the owner find another Spiritual Delicacy Master in such a short ti?
"I’ll repeat what I said. If that wench doesn’t agree, I won’t work anymore. Not only that, but I’ll also sell half of Taoyao Pavilion’s ownership. After all, De Yue Building’s Master Chen has always wanted my uncle’s share of ownership."
Master Ji had the look of an utter scoundrel.
After the death of Master Ji, who had no children, all his property was taken over by Master Ji.
"How could you! Do you think this is what your uncle’s spirit in Heaven would have wanted? Taoyao Pavilion was built from the ground up by his very hands!"
The owner’s face turned ashen upon hearing this.
Master Ji’s death has yet to be clarified to this day.
It is said that he was killed by a ghostly monster, and even the governnt didn’t dare to ddle too much.
But undoubtedly, this matter must be related to Master Chen.
"So what? My uncle is already dead, what can he do to ? I won’t attend to the guests outside; you all go take care of them."
Master Ji patted his butt, ready to leave.
Just then, he felt a cool breeze beside his ear.
"Do you really think that since I am dead, you can do whatever you want?"
He heard an elderly voice lingering in his ear.
Master Ji shivered all over.
"Who are you?"
Master Ji looked around in panic, but besides the owner, who was white with anger, and a few bewildered Assistant Chefs, there was no one to be seen.
"Did any of you hear anything?"
Master Ji was flabbergasted.
Everyone else shook their heads.
"I never transferred the ownership of Taoyao Pavilion to you, you beast! How dare you impersonate and threaten the owner? I will take you down to the eighteenth level of Hell right now."
Master Ji felt sothing cold on his neck, as if sothing had suddenly seized his throat.
"Help... help..."
Master Ji turned very pale, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.
"Uncle... I won’t dare again... I’ll go back to work right now, boss!"
Terrified out of his wits and no longer daring to threaten, Master Ji scurried back to the kitchen without another word.
The owner was also confused and looked around.
"Boss, it’s ."
Then he heard a familiar voice with a chuckle.
"Are you Xin Lin?"
Taoyao Pavilion’s owner imdiately smiled upon hearing the familiar voice.
When Master Ji was on his deathbed, he ntioned that if anything happened, they should go find Xin Lin at Qingtian Academy.
However, a few days ago, the owner went to Qingtian Academy looking for Xin Lin but couldn’t find him.
"Boss, you don’t have to worry, I have the other half of the ownership of Taoyao Pavilion, as well as Master Ji’s deed. And I have also found the murderer who killed him."
Xin Lin motioned for the owner to step aside and quietly explained what had happened.
After listening, the owner was both touched and furious.
"I will certainly avenge Master Ji. How has De Yue Building been doing these days?"
Xin Lin asked.
"De Yue Building has been quite unlucky recently, lots of accidents have happened, and Master Chen has simply closed down for rectifications."
The owner spoke of De Yue Building with anger in his tone.
But it was unknown what kind of bad luck De Yue Building had experienced lately; one problem after another, either an Assistant Chef got injured, or there were issues with the food—perhaps this was retribution for their actions.
Hearing this, Xin Lin knew it must be related to that coffin plank signboard.
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