Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 39 - Setting the Oven (2)_1

Chapter 39 -39 Setting the Oven (2)_1

Chapter 39 -39 Setting the Oven (2)_1

Listening to Lin Ershuan’s instructions along the way, they gradually arrived at the blacksmith shop, a place that wasn’t hard to find at the eastern end of the main street.

Although there were only Old Iron Head Brothers working inside, the abundance of ironware made it clear that their business was doing well.

“Hey, Uncle Iron Head!” Lin Ershuan called out with a loud voice, and the dark-skinned, bare-backed old man stopped his clanging work.

He looked up and wiped the sweat off with the handkerchief around his chest, his voice rough but friendly, “Er Shuan, what’s up?

What kind of tool are you looking to have made today?”

Lin Ershuan waved his hand, pointing toward Lin Yuan who stood quietly beside him, “It’s not me, it’s this young girl.

Uncle Iron Head, this is Second Uncle Lin’s daughter.”

As soon as Old Iron Head heard mention of Lin Jiaxin, his eyes lit up, but they quickly dimmed as he said, “So you’re Jiaxin’s girl?

Ah, your father’s leg…”

“Uncle Iron Head, my father’s still the same, but he’s carving mold patterns at home right now.

Uncle, I want to make an oven for baking mooncakes, one of the larger kind,” Lin Yuan said with a gentle smile as she explained her intention.

Hearing that Lin Jiaxin had stirred himself into action, Old Iron Head stopped feeling downcast and began to ask about the specific size she needed.

Lin Yuan thought for a while, knowing that if the oven turned out well, she could use it for more than just mooncakes; she could bake various other delicious pastries.

Moreover, she observed that Old Iron Head had truly skillful ironworking techniques, so the oven he made would surely be sturdy and well-insulated.

Deciding to have a large one made outright, Lin Yuan couldn’t specify the exact dimensions, so she gestured roughly with her hands.

Fortunately, Old Iron Head was a sharp old man.

After just one glance, he noted her requirements, “Alright, rest assured, I’ll have it made for you in less than seven days.”

Thinking of Lin Yuan’s plan to use the oven for baking mooncakes, Old Iron Head followed up with another question, “Do you need an iron plate as well?

And what about the stove?”

Lin Yuan hadn’t realized until he mentioned it; she knew about the stove, but that one also used an iron plate with the oven?

Seeing Lin Yuan’s puzzled face, Old Iron Head laughed heartily, “You don’t even know how to use an oven and yet you’re talking about making mooncakes, haha.”

Lin Yuan scratched her head sheepishly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Although Lin Jiaxin had seen ovens before, he had no idea how exactly to use one, but as a lifelong blacksmith, Old Iron Head naturally understood.

He promptly explained to her, “When using the oven, you need to place an iron plate on the stove and then set the oven on top.

This way, the oven heats evenly and whatever you bake will be delicious.

Moreover, it’s best if the iron plate is slightly larger than the oven itself.”

Now she understood.

Lin Yuan quickly requested an iron plate as well, and since the blacksmith shop also had stoves for sale, she added one to her order.

Altogether, these items would cost quite a bit of silver.

Lin Yuan inquired about the price, only to find the usually cheerful Old Iron Head suddenly stern-faced, “What are you talking about, child?

Your father used to bring me plenty of business, and I’ve been thinking about how to repay him.

And here you are, trying to pay me for a few iron plates!

You’re so naive!”

With a perplexed expression, Lin Yuan wondered if all blacksmiths were so stubborn.

However, refusing to pay was not an option, and she also understood that Old Iron Head didn’t produce the iron himself; it had to be purchased.

“Uncle, I’m not asking about your labor cost, but about the price of these iron plates,” Lin Yuan chuckled, “Of course, I won’t pay you for making the items, but the iron plates still cost money to buy, right?

Uncle, if you refuse the payment, then I’ll just go buy a plate myself and bring it over for you to work with.”

Her words gave Old Iron Head a good laugh, and Lin Ershuan also burst into amused chuckles.

Having said as much, Old Iron Head had no choice but to accept the silver.

However, since the oven was large and she needed an additional iron plate and a sizable stove, the cost wasn’t just the one tael of silver her father had mentioned, but two taels of silver.

Having paid the money, Lin Yuan’s pockets were now empty.

She weighed her bamboo basket on her back, realizing she needed to find a restaurant to make some money quickly.