Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1147: Eagle Claw - Fourteen

Chapter 1147: Eagle Claw Chapter Fourteen

"What should we do, I feel that not only are my hands cold, but my feet, legs, and arms are cold too. I feel like every time I look into Sister Chang’s eyes, it’s like falling into a pit of ice, my whole body turns cold from fright."

Xiao He frowned, pouting her little mouth and added while propped up on the table, "I think I shouldn’t be called Xiao He anymore, I should be called Xiao Bing (Little Ice) instead!"

Alas!

Hearing Xiao He’s misery, several people grimaced and sighed.

Around the table with four sides, one person sat at each, all slumped over the table motionless.

Now three out of the four people had voiced their complaints, and everyone had waited a long time without hearing Lin Yuan speak, they all turned their gazes toward her, only to see Lin Yuan staring straight ahead with a vacant look in her eyes.

"Big sister? Big sister?"

The sisters thought Lin Yuan had been scared out of her wits and quickly sat up calling out to her.

It was only after calling several times that Lin Yuan finally reacted, her gaze sweeping over Xiao Linshuang, Lin Wei, and Xiao He. Then, steeling her courage, she stood up from her stool with a thud, slapped the table fiercely, and said with a mysterious and resolute tone, "Let’s go, tonight we’ll tie up Sister Chang with a rope and throw her out, how about it?"

"Good!"

The sisters clapped their hands in agreement and each went back to their rooms to prepare.

No sooner said than done, that night, Xiao Linshuang, Lin Wei, and Xiao He, each carrying a rope, a cloth bag, and a broom, crept to the outside of Lin Yuan’s courtyard, but after knocking for a while, they still couldn’t open the door to Lin Yuan’s house.

The sisters looked at each other in confusion. Could the big sister have gone ahead to Sister Chang’s place?

When the three of them carefully approached Sister Chang’s residence, they were still met with a closed courtyard door.

At a loss, they returned again to the outside of Lin Yuan’s courtyard. This time, the courtyard door was surprisingly open. They quickly slipped inside, coming to the outside of Lin Yuan’s room, expecting to find their big sister prepared just like them to carry out the "kidnapping." However, they hadn’t expected that instead of seeing her, they would hear a sound.

It was snoring!

The three sisters’ faces were streaked with dark lines as they each returned to their own courtyards, silently washed their faces and went to bed.

After having lunch at Lin Yuan’s house, Xia Zheng found an excuse to return to the General Mansion.

At that moment, he was sitting in his study, listening to a black-clad person report something.

The dimly flickering light made Xia Zheng’s handsome features seem intermittently shrouded in darkness.

The black-clad person was one of the Xia family’s Hidden Guards, tasked with collecting intelligence.

After the black-clad person finished relaying the information he had gathered, a sudden cold smile crossed Xia Zheng’s expressionless face, casting a chill.

"Su Qiuyu!"

The next day, the sisters unusually rose very early, but upon seeing Lin Yuan, all three unanimously maintained a state of willful ignorance, leaving Lin Yuan utterly confused.

Okay, so yesterday she was actually just speaking off the cuff. But that was Sister Chang, whom the princess and Lady Liu had invited. Could she really be someone who could just be tossed out on a whim? She definitely didn’t want to be nagged by Lady Liu all year long.

Sister Chang had served in the palace and hadn’t seen what big sights, or eaten what fine foods? Lady Liu feared that the breakfast at her home was too plain and would not be appreciated by her, but she didn’t expect that this old sister wasn’t as fussy as those old folks from the palace; she could eat anything and wasn’t picky at all.

Because Sister Chang was present, today’s breakfast was particularly rich. Not to mention anything else, just the soups alone there were two kinds: one was a chicken soup that had been stewed all night, and the other was a vegetable soup cooked with broth. In addition to the soups, there were coarse grain porridge and white rice porridge, quite lavish indeed.

Seeing the food, the sisters plopped down on the stools like a pack of starving wolves, eyes gleaming as they stared at the dishes, saliva almost dripping down.

To tell the truth, since Sister Chang had arrived yesterday, the girls hadn’t had a proper dinner and, after spending the night, were naturally ravenous.

Though Sister Chang came from the palace, she kept a tight lip, and the decades of palace life had taught her what was to be seen less and what not seen at all, what was to be spoken less and what not spoken at all.

So Lao Fan wasn’t worried that Sister Chang would spill the beans about him staying over at Lin Yuan’s house and came to join breakfast as well. Moreover, his stay at Lin Yuan’s house wasn’t for a day or two; he would have to learn these rules for at least two to three months.

Only after Lao Fan and Lady Xin Liu of the Lin family had started eating did Lin Yuan’s children hurriedly pick up their chopsticks to prepare for their meal.

However, just as Xiao Linshuang, who had the quickest hand, was about to pick up a red bean bun, Sister Chang’s chopsticks had already swiftly struck against hers.

As she watched the red bean bun she had grasped rolling back onto the table, Xiao Linshuang’s eyes turned green with envy. She was now so hungry she could feel her back sticking to her chest; was she not even allowed to eat anymore?

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Xiao Linshuang spoke somewhat impolitely, but Sister Chang wasn’t upset, clearly not the first time she had encountered such ill-mannered girls.

Sister Chang lifted her face, expressionless, and looked indifferently at Xiao Linshuang: "Miss, your way of using chopsticks is incorrect."

Having said that, she glanced at Lin Yuan, Lin Wei, and Xiao He, whose bodies had stiffened, shaking her head and frowning at each one’s hands: "Wrong, wrong, all of you young ladies are holding your chopsticks the wrong way."

This immediately embarrassed not only Lin Yuan’s children, but also the faces of Lady Liu and Lin Jiaxin. Nevermind Xiao He, the three Lin Yuan Sisters’ chopstick techniques had been taught by hand by the couple themselves. To say that their way of holding chopsticks was wrong implied that they too were incorrect.

Unlike the discomfort of Lady Liu and her husband, Lao Fan felt no burden at all—what did it matter how one held chopsticks, as long as one could eat? Who cared about the right way to hold them?

Naturally, his "proud" apprentice shared the same thoughts.

Xiao Linshuang, puffing up in anger, placed her chopsticks on the table. She had come for the meal with great joy, only to be lectured by this old witch before even tasting the food. Who could tolerate such days?

"Sister, do we really need to be taught how to use chopsticks? As long as we can eat, that’s enough! Forget holding chopsticks—if I’m starving, I won’t even need them, I’ll just grab the food with my hands and eat!"

Having said this, she didn’t wait for Sister Chang to react, stood up, and stretched out her arm, reaching for the red bean bun.

Just as she was about to grab the red bean bun, a talon-like hand suddenly emerged and seized her wrist.

Xiao Linshuang was horrified; forget about the bun, she couldn’t even pull her hand back. She twisted her arm vigorously, but the more she twisted, the less she could move.

"Ah, my arm is broken! Wuuwuu."

That talon-like hand appeared so mysteriously that nobody saw how it had flown out of Sister Chang’s hand.