Lin Zhang nodded his head at it.
Before his son Yichen had clearly shown his maturity and intelligence in the previous meeting, therefore, he was more confident to give the important task for Yichen to deal with.
Furthermore, Yichen had a deep grudge against the kitchen servants and it was only convenient for him that he deal with the matter himself.
With the thought in mind, Lin Zhang just let him be.
Yichen didn't eat what the servant had delivered, instead, he took his share of the rice, some meat and some fried and boiled vegetables along with the fruits and kept it all on the plate.
Lin Zhang was surprised by his son's conduct, he looked at him with a face filled with bewilderment.
As Yichen walked out from there, he slightly faced his father and noted in mischievousness: "Father, Yichen will be right back."
He grinned in mischief as he left.
Lin Zhang shakes his head at it. He couldn't believe his son's bratty nature.
Just how in the world did he turn up like that?
He was so sure that Yichen didn't have any bratty friends when he grew up except for that unknown master.
But he could never assume that his son would take up his brattiness after his master.
Though his son's attitude was quite interesting, he also liked it as his son had become bolder and a bit craftier. He liked to see him being wisened up and standing up for himself. That way, no one could bully him in the future.
Yichen walked on his way to the Kitchen of the Lin clan household.
There, the kitchen servants had all gathered up and were in much tension.
They had heard about the sudden turn of the tables in the meeting of the Lin clan.
They also heard how the young master Yichen had paid back for all the wrongs done to him in a much more cunning and crafty way.
The kitchen servants couldn't help but be more tightened by it.
One of the servants, who was in his late twenties spoke up in stress: "We have delivered all the good foods to the young master and chief, hope that will help us and save us from future trouble. I just wish that young master would be satisfied with the food and just let the matter slide."
Another fatty servant who was in his early thirties with a face similar to that of a puffed bun sounded quite annoyed: "Is your brain working well? We just learned that young master got his revenge on those Lin bastards! Do you think we will be spared? We are just merely servants, compared to them, what we have done to him was much worst! We have slapped him!"
"Aish this! Who would have thought that master Lin Zhang would be cured and take back the clan's chief position? If only we foresaw it, we won't be so rude to the father and son duo. Master Lin Zhou is quite easy to serve but this Master Lin Zhang is a different case." The worrisome pale-looking servant voiced out in stress.
The head cook smirked at his underling's conversation and sounded quite amusingly: "Why are you guys so afraid? We were only following the order of the previous chief. Ain't it the servant's duty to obey the commands of their master? It's not like we did things on our own?"
The head cook who was also the oldest looked somewhat laid back as he uttered with a crooked grin on his face.
"Right!! Yes! We were only following the previous chief commands! We are not at fault!"
"Right! We are not at fault!"
With just a few of his sly words, all of the kitchen servants had tossed away their previously guilty feelings and instead played the innocent victims who obeyed the master's commands.
Having heard their conversation, Yichen couldn't help but be amused by it. It was not like they were decent to him and his father to begin with.
His gaze changed in feisty.
He quickly barged in, leaving all the kitchen servants to rise in fright.
"Young master?!! You....you are here?!"
One of the servants sounded in a somewhat frightful tone.
The head cook walked up to the front and complained ignorantly: "Young master, why did you suddenly barge inside? You have frightened my underlings?!"
His brows narrowed as he questioned Yichen's action.
He was still the arrogant head cook that he previously was.
Yichen ignored it simply and eyed around. He then demanded in an intimidating tone: "I don't know who made this food but it's not up to my taste. They all are tasteless! The meat is too plain, the rice is overcooked and the boiled veggies.....I am afraid that even the pig won't eat them."
His words were just as vicious as if a poisonous snake was hissing.
It was stinging to the servant's ears as he ridiculed every food they made.
What he targeted was the head cook's prestige and skill as the best cook of the Lin clan. He was directly humiliating his and his underling's skills in cooking and who wouldn't be angered when his self-esteem and skills were targeted?
It was a matter of a man's pride.
The head cook and all of the kitchen servants took their pride in cooking but what the young master had just said was too much to endure. Even a pig won't eat them?! These few careless words could destroy their years of prestige and hard work as a cook if words spread out.
The head cook knew of it and was also certain that the young brat master was intentionally targeting them for bullying him before. It was his comeback! He couldn't help but clenched his fist in anger.
Though he was just as pissed, he and his underlings couldn't just act recklessly to fight off the young master, otherwise, they would not only lose their job but their career as well, therefore, he swallowed his fury and asked in a somewhat crispy tone: "If, the food is not upto young master's taste then...can this young master enlighten this mere servant on what to be done so that the food will be upto Young Master's satisfaction?"
The Head cook already knew that nothing could change the young master's mind if he was determined, so, it was safer to take a risk and asked for his master's wish.
Yichen smirked at it. He was exactly waiting for this. It was good that the head cook quickly catch onto it.
He looked up to him and countered with a devilish grin: "Mn, it's easy, cook all over again. As a loyal servant of the clan, I am sure that you won't possibly want to starve this young master, right?"
He then walked up to the wooden chair, pulled it in and sat there like the young master ruling over his unfaithful servant.
His demeanour was unusual; he looked somewhat authoritative and grounded.
The head cook wasn't able to point out from where his fiery attitude was coming from as the usual young master they knew of was timid with no hint of life in him. He was powerless and feeble but this time, the young master they saw was an arrogant, cheeky bastard with no fear of the world. From where did he get this much motivation?
'Looks like, curing his big daddy had changed his little attitude.'
The head cook quickly deduced in wary.
"Well, I'll sit here and wait for my food."
While he was mulling on it, Yichen sat down on the chair with his legs resting on the other table. He was like the boss of the gang, ruling over the wild minions in might.
He was more like the savaged boss showing off his authoritativeness in his territory and his minions were running to please their boss.
Though the head cook hated much of this brat attitude, he bit his tongue and replied with a fake smile: "Yes, if that's what young master wants, then, this servant will cook all over again."
"You guys, come over to cook the young master's food!"
He then turned to his underlings and instructed with an alarming tone.
"Yes!"
The underlings responded at once and quickly scrambled to satisfy their young master's needs.
This time they needed to gain favour from this young master and satisfied his needs, otherwise, their livelihood would be at stake. Every kitchen servant knew of this.
Yichen leisurely laid back on the chair and was basking in their nervous scene as he casually rested and breathed. He was very much satisfied with whatever was happening.
'Who knew what this brat master had in mind?'
All of the kitchen servants were sweating as they work.
The air of the kitchen soon turned eerie, as if the devil had swallowed up the entire space.
The young master's terrifying presence was felt in every bit of the dreadful air.