Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 807 - 103 Rectify Scumbags_3

"Besides Meng Tong, what else has happened?"

Lin Yuan’s question immediately raised Liu Limin’s alert. She thought for a moment and then lowered her voice to say, "Yes, do you remember those few women who came to visit your mother and catch up over the New Year? There was one named Liu Damei, she’s come to see me several times, suggesting we go out together for some fun."

Liu Damei, Lin Yuan certainly remembered her, the woman who had upset Lady Liu.

"She and my mother are good sisters. What’s wrong with her asking you to go out?"

Liu Limin raised an eyebrow, "There’s definitely something wrong. I’m not at all familiar with that Liu Damei, I hadn’t even spoken to her before! At first, I thought she was just trying to butter me up because I opened a shop, but then she came so often that I started to feel suspicious. I sent people to inquire about her, and guess what I found out?"

"What?"

Feeling quite pleased with herself for managing to pique their interest, Liu Limin smiled and said, "Turns out, Liu Damei’s man works at the Meng Family Wine House!"

With that, everything made sense.

Xia Zheng sneered, "So this Liu Damei is also one sent by that old lecher!"

Lin Yuan’s face turned white with anger. She stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth, "Goodness, this Liu Damei! And to think my mother treated her as a good sister, even inviting her to our house for a meal! And here she is, plotting against my mother’s own sister! No wonder that day she asked my mother why I haven’t married off yet, she had already set her sights on you at that time!"

As she spoke, Lin Yuan recounted to Liu Limin the conversation she had overheard from Liu Damei questioning Lady Liu. Although Liu Limin was angry with Liu Damei, she was moved by her sister’s defensive words and became even more annoyed with Liu Damei.

While Lin Yuan and Liu Limin were cursing out of anger, Xia Zheng suddenly fell silent.

"What are you thinking about?"

Xia Zheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin Yuan, "You guess!"

Lin Yuan pursed her lips and ignored him, "Speak if you want, I don’t care to guess!"

Xia Zheng let out a hearty laugh and said, "Weren’t we just worrying about how to deal with that old lecher? Now someone’s brought themselves right to our doorstep, haven’t they?"

After hearing Xia Zheng’s words, Lin Yuan thought for a moment, and indeed, wasn’t that the case?

As Lin Yuan and company were discussing their plans, Liu Damei also had an unexpected visitor.

"Miss?" Liu Damei was sewing her bellyband when suddenly the door was flung open. Annoyed, she looked up only to see Meng Chunyan, and quickly stood up, appearing somewhat flustered.

Looking down upon Liu Damei from a superior angle, Meng Chunyan glanced at the bright red bellyband in her hands, feeling both disgusted and embarrassed, "Aren’t you going to put that away? I’m not a man; your tricks won’t work on me."

Liu Damei’s face flushed with her words, and she hurriedly stashed the bellyband underneath the blanket in embarrassment.

"What brings you here, Miss?" Liu Damei was busy pouring tea and wiping the chair, "Oh, don’t stand, Miss, please take a seat. My room isn’t as good as yours, please don’t mind."

Despite her disdain, Meng Chunyan still took a seat, but she didn’t touch the tea; it was obviously not fine quality.

"Alright, stop fussing. I have a few words to say, then I’ll leave."

Liu Damei responded with a tense "yes" and stood to one side awkwardly, knowing Meng family’s rules well, even though she wasn’t a servant of the family; when a master was present, she had to stand.

Seeing her so obedient, Meng Chunyan was a bit less repulsed and pointed to the stool opposite her, "This is your own home, you can sit."

"No, no, I’ll stand, I’ll stand," Liu Damei waved her hands repeatedly, knowing her place too well to sit down.

Meng Chunyan did not insist and questioned, "I hear you’ve been finding women for my father again?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Damei felt a chill run down her spine, her voice beginning to tremble, "Mi-Miss, I-I didn’t."

"Enough, no more lies," Meng Chunyan glanced at her coldly, "If I’ve come to see you, obviously I know, so don’t bother hiding it anymore."

Liu Damei’s knees nearly gave out, and she almost collapsed to the floor.

Was this what guilty conscience looked like? She was meddling in finding women for someone else’s father, and now the daughter had confronted her. Could she expect any good outcome?

"Mi-Miss, I-I wasn’t, that is, it was the master, the master asked me to, please, please don’t be angry."

Liu Damei’s heart was pounding, wishing only for her man to hurry back.