Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 22 - Division of the Family (1)_1

Chapter 22 -22 Division of the Family (1)_1

Chapter 22 -22 Division of the Family (1)_1

As Lin Yuan recalled Lady Ma’s shocked expression, tinged with strands of fear upon seeing her, she couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth upward.

However, she couldn’t afford to smile now, for the scene before her was indeed a bit exaggerated.

It had only taken the time it took to eat a steamed bun after hearing of her arrival for both the elderly couple, Lin Jianling and his wife, and the third brother’s family to gather in the main room.

The patriarch sat beside the table smoking his dry tobacco pipe, uttering not a single word.

The fact that he was frowning and incessantly knocking his pipe against the table told everyone that the old man was displeased, and specifically, extremely, did not wish to see her, the Little Disaster Star.

But Lady Yang couldn’t hold back, and as soon as she laid eyes on Lin Yuan, she started berating her angrily.

“You, the Little Disaster Star, still have the face to show up?

That’s right, since you dared to wield a kitchen knife at your third uncle, what wouldn’t you dare to do?

Ah?

Have you come today with the intention to knife us, your grandparents, to death?”

Lin Yuan, in an attempt to mask the uncontrollable smile on her lips, had kept her head down.

Upon hearing those words, she obediently shook her head.

Lady Yang, mistaking this attitude for remorse and an attempt to apologize, grew even more arrogant, and her words became even more offensive.

“I really don’t know how that useless thing, Lady Liu, raised you.

You haven’t learned anything you should have, but you have fully mastered all that you shouldn’t!

I’ve said long ago that woman should not have been married into our family, but the useless second brother insisted on having her.

What use is she?

She couldn’t even lay a full egg, only bringing loss to the family, a whole family of loss-making goods!”

“We are not loss-making goods, and neither is my mother…” Xiao Linshuang could not stand to hear someone badmouth her mother and sisters, and immediately retorted with her little mouth pouted.

This retort completely enraged Lady Yang, and even Lin Jianling, who was sitting and smoking, became angry, knocking his tobacco pipe harder than before.

Initially, the third son’s family stood aside, not daring to speak.

The way Lin Yuan fought and attacked someone with a knife the day before still intimidated them.

But after a short while, seeing that the girl simply lowered her head and took the scolding, they figured she must truly understand her mistake; yesterday must have been nothing more than a moment of anger.

They thought that even if she were given a few more guts today, she wouldn’t dare to do it again.

After being beaten by Lin Yuan and having her reputation tarnished, Li Feng’e suffered the cold shoulder from her own husband once she got home.

Unable to bear this humiliation, she immediately snorted and poked her husband’s arm.

Lin Jiaxiao’s face darkened, and pointing at Xiao Linshuang’s nose, he began to scold, “How dare you, such a little girl, talk back to your grandmother?

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I won’t let you off today; you need a good lesson to learn who the Boss is in this house!”

Lin Jiaxiao rolled up his sleeves and advanced toward Xiao Linshuang, but before he got far, he saw Lin Yuan suddenly lift her head, her forbidding eyes coldly fixed on him, making him break out in goosebumps, his toes starting to hurt.

Lin Jiaxiao shrank his neck back, his feet rooted to the spot, not daring to budge.

Those eyes, those very eyes—it was exactly this look she had had when she attacked him with the knife!

Lin Jiaxiao’s legs went weak, and he leaned on his wife.

“Your third uncle can’t be bothered to discipline you.

Tell me, what have you come for today?

Surely you haven’t come to hack someone again?”

With a cold laugh, Lin Yuan turned her head and addressed the still-seated Lin Jianling who was smoking, “Grandfather, we’ve run out of grain at Lin Yuan’s house; I’ve come to get some grain.”

Then she turned her head toward Lady Yang, “Grandmother, my father’s medicine has finished.

Please give me some silver; I need to get medicine for my father.”

She said ‘take,’ not ‘ask,’ implying that Lin Yuan’s house rightfully deserved grain and silver from the old residence.

But just because she saw it that way, didn’t mean others did.

No sooner had she spoken than Lady Yang had already started yelling at the top of her lungs, “Want grain, want silver?

You really think you can just say anything you want, don’t you?

There is no grain, no silver!”