Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 38 - Setting the Oven (1)_1

Chapter 38 -38 Setting the Oven (1)_1

Chapter 38 -38 Setting the Oven (1)_1

Lin Fugui was Lan Hua’s father.

Since the Lin family compound was far from town, and they had an old ox, he came up with a way to earn money.

Every morning he would wait with his ox cart at the village entrance; if anyone needed to go to town, they could ride his cart for One Wen Money per trip.

Lin Yuan boarded the cart and took One Wen Money from her pocket to give to Lin Fugui, but he flatly refused to accept it.

Not to mention that Lin Yuan was close to his own daughter, but in the past, Lin Jiaxin often repaired chairs and stools for their family free of charge.

Nevertheless, Lin Yuan felt she could not decline to pay.

Everyone on the cart was from the same village, and if she set a precedent, it would make it hard for Lin Fugui to do business in the future.

After Lin Yuan finished a pancake, Lin Ershuan also arrived, carrying his tools.

He was not a man of many words, and upon seeing Lin Yuan, he just smiled and nodded his head.

Seeing that it was about time, Lin Fugui flicked his whip and gradually got the ox moving.

Along the way, they encountered quite a few people from neighboring villages waiting for a ride.

Before long, the cart became quite crowded, mostly with women going to the market to sell goods.

When they gathered together, the chatter increased.

The frogs in the bamboo basket must’ve felt the crowding too, as they suddenly croaked.

Once one croaked, a second one followed.

Even though they were exhausted from the previous night’s ordeal, they were still alive and started making quite a racket, soon drowning out the lively conversation.

The people from her own village didn’t dare to talk to Lin Yuan.

After all, the story of her chopping her uncle and beating Lady Chen had spread through the village, and with a reputation as the Little Disaster Star, people kept their distance from this fierce girl.

However, there were those from neighboring villages who had only heard rumors and did not know the docile girl in front of them was the one being spoken of.

Curiously, one woman asked her, “Young lady, what do you have in that bamboo basket?”

Clearly, it was the frogs croaking, but the woman still asked what it was.

Lin Yuan knew she understood but was too embarrassed to say it outright, as a young girl carrying frogs around was somewhat startling.

“Sister, I have frogs in here, caught for my little sisters to play with.

I was in a hurry when I left home this morning and forgot to take them out.” There were people from her own village there, so it wouldn’t do to say that she was going to sell them.

Anyway, these people knew her nature well and believed she was the type who would indeed play with frogs.

The questioning sister clearly didn’t believe her and was about to ask again when a woman from the Lin family compound quietly tugged at her sleeve and whispered a few words in her ear.

Sure enough, the sister didn’t ask any further questions, and even the look she gave Lin Yuan changed.

Not long after, the women on the cart began talking again, but this time the volume was lower and the conversation centered around her.

Lin Yuan wouldn’t bother with their trivial talks.

With her eyes closed, she reminisced about the various recipes she had prepared in her past life.

It was an exercise she had always done, but had been too busy these past few days.

Now that she had time, it was perfect for a review.

Lin Yuan had just recalled the recipe for braised shrimp in oil when she felt the ox cart slow to a halt.

Lin Fugui’s voice reached her ears, “I’ll be returning to the village at noon.

If anyone wants to go back, come here in advance.”

The women on the cart loudly acknowledged and dispersed to their respective destinations.

They typically only sold goods at the morning market and needed to return home by noon to cook for their men.

However, Lin Ershuan wouldn’t go back at noon, as his carpentry work would take all day.

Lin Ershuan hopped off the ox cart, hoisted up his tools, and with a nod towards Lin Yuan, pointed in a direction, “The blacksmith shop is over there.”

Lin Yuan responded and picked up her small bamboo basket to follow him, and as they walked, Lin Ershuan reminded her to remember the road back to the city gate.

Hearing her say she wanted to wander around the city, he added, “If you can’t find the way back to the city gate, just ask for Old Iron Head Blacksmith Shop.

Old Iron Head will take you there.”