Chapter 1227: There is a Woman Swimming

"I am sorry, Young Master, I will make it again."

"No need, half a month's salary will be deducted."

"…Thank you, Young Master."

"Who made this dish?"

"Young Master, I made it…"

"It's too bland!"

"I'm sorry, Young Master…"

Ruan Tianling did not mention how to punish him; instead, he pointed to another dish and asked, "And who made this one?"

There were three chefs who cooked for him, and all three chefs suffered.

"Young Master, it was me." The last chef came forward cautiously.

Ruan Tianling stared at him coldly, and his chopsticks loudly slapped the table: "Don't you know that I don't eat Sichuan peppercorns? How dare you put so many in the dish?!"

The chef looked up, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his forehead: "Young Master, that's not Sichuan peppercorns, it's—"

"Young Master!" a pressing voice interrupted the chef.

Ruan Tianling looked over coolly, "What is it?"

The maid who came in to report carefully said, "The person kneeling outside… has fainted…"