Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 66 - The Old Man Can Treat Illnesses (1)_1

Chapter 66 -66 The Old Man Can Treat Illnesses (1)_1

Chapter 66 -66 The Old Man Can Treat Illnesses (1)_1

Perhaps it was the sound of someone talking that alerted her, but when Lin Yuan walked into the hall carrying the fish soup, Lady Liu had already stepped out of the eastern room, clutching her belly and peering out, “Da Ya, who has come?

Were you arguing with someone?”

“Mother, nobody special, just a passerby who wanted to beg for a bowl of water.” Lin Yuan balanced the fish soup in one hand and supported Lady Liu’s arm with the other into the house.

Lin Wei and her sister wouldn’t be able to hold off Lao Fan for long, so she hurried to have Lady Liu finish the soup as soon as possible.

Yet, they hadn’t even reached the doorway when a commotion arose from behind—Lao Fan had already stomped his way inside, his spry appearance seriously making one doubt if his white hair and beard were just dyed!

“You little brat, not even leaving a single drop for me!” Lao Fan struggled to peel off Xiao Linshuang, who was clinging to his leg, but after failing to dislodge her for quite some time, he resigned himself to let her hang there and hobbled in with her still attached.

“Is this your mother?” Lao Fan’s mung bean eyes quickly scanned Lady Liu from head to toe.

He lingered a little longer on her face and belly, although ‘longer’ just amounted to an extra glance.

“Is she your mother or a medicine jar?

She’s always consuming medicine like it’s meals, and all of it is worthless wild herbs.

It’s a wonder she hasn’t been eaten to death by them—truly a strong constitution!” Lao Fan curled his lips, his gaze lingering only for a few breaths on Lady Liu before shifting to the bowl of soup in Lin Yuan’s hands.

Upon hearing his unreasonable words, Lin Yuan, inflamed with anger, shoved the bowl of soup into Lady Liu’s hands, and with hands on her hips, she charged up to Lao Fan, pointing at his nose and scolding vociferously, “You rotten old man, did you eat excrement today?

Your mouth reeks!

Get out!

Our family does not welcome you!

Go!”

“You this…”

Before Lao Fan could finish his sentence, Lin Yuan had already begun pushing and shoving him out of the hall.

When she saw he still refused to leave, Lin Yuan called out, and Lin Wei came running with a broom while Xiao Linshuang opened her little mouth, revealing her white and sharp little milk teeth, and bit down on Lao Fan’s thigh.

“Ah!”

…

At the doorway, Liuzi was lounging on the horse carriage, basking in the sun with his legs crossed when he suddenly heard his boss’s agonized scream.

Startled, he leaped up and when he rushed inside to see his boss being mobbed, he was stunned.

This was the boss who even the Master Magistrate would show respect to, and yet, he was being chased around the courtyard by three young girls.

More disgracefully, the boss wasn’t even angry or annoyed, and while running, he kept shouting at the woman standing at the entrance of the hall, “That’s my fish soup, save some for me!”

Liuzi covered his face in embarrassment; had the boss not just eaten a table full of twenty dishes before coming here?

“Miss Lin, Miss Lin, please show some mercy, stop hitting!

Stop hitting!” Liuzi pleaded while protecting his boss; there was no way he dared to pull back the furious Lin Yuan, especially with her wielding a rod as thick as an arm.

With Liuzi shielding him, Lin Yuan found it improper to continue striking, although she was indeed furious at Lao Fan for cursing Lady Liu.

But considering the old man’s age, and that he had helped her back at Shande Hall, she didn’t really hit him, mostly just giving a scare.

“You old coot!

After gobbling up all that fine food, hmph, it’s true what they say—a dog’s mouth can’t spit out ivory!

It’s you who should be eating wild herbs to death!”

Lao Fan was always known for his brash talk, which is why he had managed to offend so many people and earn the nickname “Lao Fan.” However, now tempted by the fish soup, he unusually uttered something pleasant, “Oh, girl, I was wrong, I misspoke.

But your mother, oh, I’m so tired.

She really did harm her health with those wild herbs.

If she didn’t have such vigorous vitality, she would’ve—cough cough—never thought she could still get pregnant, truly a strong constitution!”