Don’t Mess With Him, His Seven Senior Sisters Are Too Fierce - Chapter 12:
Chapter 12: Tianhe Flavors Will Always Welcome Young Master Ye
“Young Master?”
Lin Zixuan stared in disbelief. The man greeting them was none other than Zhang Baiwei, the seven-star head chef of Tianhe Flavors!
And he just called me Young Master?!
This was Zhang Baiwei, after all!
It was said that since Tianhe Flavors was founded, Zhang Baiwei had served as the head chef for the Dragon Kingdom’s cuisine. Even though the restaurant had changed hands multiple times over the years, no one had ever dared to replace him.
Why?
Because his cooking skills were simply unmatched—he and Tianhe Flavors had become inseparable. No shareholder had the guts to dismiss him.
People didn’t come to Tianhe Flavors just for the food—they came for Zhang Baiwei.
Without him, the place would fall apart. Business? That’d be a joke.
Moreover, Zhang Baiwei was famously proud and arrogant. He looked down on almost every customer. Whether you were the young master of a powerful family or even a leader of one of the Three Great Clans of Zhongdu—if you had no taste, he’d treat you like garbage.
Lin Zixuan had once been ridiculed by Zhang Baiwei for having no taste. Called out on the spot, humiliated.
He still hadn’t forgotten it.
But today, was Zhang Baiwei suddenly a changed man?
Calling him “Young Master” in front of all these people?
Could it be that their business partnership had finally made Zhang Baiwei cautious?
The thought thrilled Lin Zixuan. His lips curled up smugly.
Zhang Baiwei, who would’ve thought you’d be groveling one day too?
Though inwardly gleeful, Lin Zixuan kept a cold, aloof look on his face—he wanted to seem mysterious, charming. Because the woman he liked was watching.
Cool. That was the vibe.
“Mm. I’m here. Where’s the table?” he said coolly.
What the hell? Who’s this idiot?
Zhang Baiwei glanced at Lin Zixuan like he was an absolute fool—he had no recollection of this person. Then, his eyes lit up and turned toward the man behind him: Ye Tian.
Ye Tian—the designer of Tianhe Flavors.
The Young Master of the Ye family in Zhongdu.
If not for Ye Tian, Zhang Baiwei might still be flipping noodles in some tiny street shop, forever buried in anonymity. He never would’ve had the chance to stand at the pinnacle of culinary prestige as Tianhe Flavors’ head chef.
It was because of a few simple words:
“Your skills are meant for more than this. Come to Tianhe.”
“With you here, we’ll rename it ‘Tianhe Baiwei.’”
“I believe in your ability. That’s all that matters.”
…
Every time he remembered those words, Zhang Baiwei would be overcome with emotion.
A benefactor like that—a hundred lifetimes wouldn’t be enough to repay.
Seeing this familiar face again, Ye Tian simply raised a hand slightly, signaling for him not to make a big deal out of it.
His identity was sensitive, and the restaurant was full of elite families. If word got out, it would cause a huge stir.
“I’ll show you to your seat.” Zhang Baiwei instantly understood and bowed respectfully.
“Sure,” Lin Zixuan responded—thinking the reply was for him.
At this moment, his vanity was soaring.
He proudly strutted forward, basking in the surprised glances from other guests, and followed the directions to the restaurant’s most central table.
The seating area was semi-private, exquisitely quiet. The round table was black and white, resembling two intertwined go pieces, or a perfect Taiji symbol.
A rare, symbolic position—placed precisely at the center of the restaurant. In the world of Go, it was called the Tengen—the origin point.
“Wait… something’s wrong. I didn’t book this spot. I reserved the one near the window!” Lin Zixuan’s eyes widened.
This was Tengen! A table reserved for top-level VIPs!
Only the absolute elite—Zhongdu’s political heads or the Dragon Kingdom’s national generals—were ever hosted here.
Even Lin Zixuan knew this rule. He wouldn’t dare dream of sitting here.
“No mistake. This is Young Master’s table,” Zhang Baiwei said with a meaningful smile before swiftly departing.
“R-Really? Haha…” Lin Zixuan broke out in a cold sweat. He was flattered and stunned.
But seeing Li Muqing’s calm face, and Ye Tian’s composed expression, he forced himself to hold the act.
“Haha… Didn’t expect the Lin family’s connections to be this strong. We even get to dine at Tengen!”
Good heavens! I, Lin Zixuan, am sitting at Tengen!
Could this be a sign? Would his fortune now rise? Was he about to become a true elite of Zhongdu?
What a fool…
Li Muqing, who understood everything, almost burst out laughing. But when she saw Ye Tian’s calm eyes, she stayed quiet and simply sat down with grace.
…
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, it was chaos.
“Everyone, bring your A-game!”
“Do you hear me?!”
Zhang Baiwei stood sternly, ladle in hand, inspecting each chef’s ingredients.
“This tenderloin isn’t soft enough. Redo it!”
“Not blanched properly? Dump it. Start over!”
“Redo it!”
“This one too—redo it!”
He barked orders one after another.
“Listen well! We’re about to serve the most important guest. Everything must be perfect. Got it?!”
“Got it!” the chefs roared in unison, drenched in nervous sweat but not daring to defy a single command.
…
Back at the table—
“So… Ye, right?” Lin Zixuan finally broke the silence after waiting a while with no food or conversation.
“What do you do?”
“Currently unemployed,” Ye Tian replied honestly.
It was true—he had no job at the moment, so calling himself unemployed was appropriate.
“You’re so young. You don’t work? Just living off your parents?”
“That’s so unambitious!”
A pause.
“How about this—you tell me your skills, and I’ll arrange something.”
Lin Zixuan sighed dramatically and patted his chest, pretending to be generous.
Of course, he was just using it as a chance to mock Ye Tian and vent his jealousy.
Muqing, I brought you to a five-star restaurant and you brought along a bumpkin?
What—are you trying to embarrass me?
His ego swelled. At that moment, Lin Zixuan felt like he was Zhongdu’s top elite. He could change fates with a single word.
This country bumpkin didn’t deserve to sit at the same table as him.
“Skills?” Ye Tian chuckled. He never expected someone to try and offer him a job.
“I guess I’m pretty good at fighting. Does that count?”
“Hmm… Sure.” Lin Zixuan nodded, pretending to think deeply.
“Actually—how about this!”
His eyes lit up.
“Why not join the Lin family as a security guard? Since you’re friends with Muqing, I’ll pay you eight thousand a month. How’s that?”
“No thanks.” Ye Tian rubbed his temples. This guy…
“Pfft!”
Li Muqing couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her usually calm expression broke in an instant as she burst out laughing.
“That’s hilarious, hahahaha…”
“What’s so funny, Muqing?” Lin Zixuan asked, confused. “Don’t tell me you’re laughing at Ye Tian’s martial arts. He’s still your family’s guest, you know.”
“She’s laughing at you,” Ye Tian finally spoke up—this time, even he couldn’t help but laugh.