Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 176 - 176 176 Lin Dashuan Makes Trouble (1)_1

Chapter 176: Chapter 176 Lin Dashuan Makes Trouble (1)_1 Chapter 176: Chapter 176 Lin Dashuan Makes Trouble (1)_1 The blacksmith shop was already pretty popular before, but ever since Sister Guizhi set up her cold noodle stall, business around here got even better, attracting many more vendors as well.

However, today, it seemed unusually bustling.

Just as she turned the corner, Lin Yuan saw that Sister Guizhi’s cold noodle stall was encircled by several rows of people, virtually swamped, to the point that even the opposite blacksmith shop was surrounded, making it impenetrable.

Initially, she thought it was simply because business was booming, but the closer she got, the more something felt off.

It seemed like there were quarreling voices coming from ahead.

Lin Yuan was startled and hastened her pace.

Everything was fine when she came to place an order for white flour with Sister Guizhi in the morning; how could trouble have started in just a short while?

Indeed, there was trouble!

And the person causing it wasn’t someone else!

Lin Yuan pushed through the crowd of onlookers, her slight figure squeezing through the gaps, and instantly saw the all-too-familiar man lying on the ground, Lin Dashuan!

Right now, he was holding his head with one hand, clutching his stomach with the other, curled up like a shrimp, wailing on the ground, “Ouch, ouch.” His clothes, which were already dirty and greasy from coarse cloth, were now even more smeared with the dust on the ground.

At first glance, one might have thought he was a beggar begging along the street.

Sister Guizhi’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes round with rage, evidently very upset.

The same was true for Auntie San, except her face was pale, holding her grandson Xiao Shitou at a distance, as if afraid that Lin Dashuan would suddenly go mad again and hurt the child.

Lin Yuan could tell at once that Lin Dashuan was lying on the ground pretending to be wronged.

What surprised her, though, was that the crowd of onlookers had taken sides, all in favor of Lin Dashuan lying on the ground, and they began to accuse Old Iron Head and his son standing beside him.

Old Iron Head held a blacksmith’s sledgehammer in his hand, his dark cheeks flushed with anger, and Little Iron Head was stamping his feet, itching to rush up and kick Lin Dashuan a couple of times, but was restrained by his father.

Old Iron Head’s muffled voice growled, “Don’t move, boy!

Just now your dad pushed him a bit, and he just lay on the ground motionlessly.

If you actually kick him twice, wouldn’t he extort us to death?”

Little Iron Head’s fists were clenched so tightly they crackled, and Lin Yuan believed that if his father weren’t holding him back, he might have sent Lin Dashuan on his way for good.

Yet Lin Dashuan seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that he had enraged the father and son duo, still lying on the ground clutching his head and stomach, groaning loudly, and even retorting continuously, “Ow, what do you mean pushed a bit?

You clearly hit me with that big sledgehammer!

My stomach, my head, oh, I feel like I’m dying, why has the sky suddenly turned so dark?

Somebody, please help me!”

Hearing him shout like this, a number of people in the surrounding crowd immediately joined in echo.

“Hit with a sledgehammer?

Oh, look, look, that hammer’s bigger than a bear’s paw, isn’t it?

If that sledgehammer really did hit, wouldn’t it smash the person into a serious condition?”

“Old Iron Head, you’re in your fifties, aren’t you?

How come you act just like when you were younger, striking whenever you speak?

You’d better get him checked at the medical clinic first, don’t let this turn into a real issue, that would be troublesome.

You’ve got a son who’s not yet married, if this gets out, what girl would agree to join your family?”

Old Iron Head was truly at a loss for words at this moment.

He had really only pushed Lin Dashuan a bit with his hand, and the sledgehammer was still in his hand simply because he was used to holding it and forgot to put it down.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, I didn’t do anything!”

“That’s right, my dad didn’t do anything!

I saw it clearly, it was this guy who fell down on his own, it wasn’t my dad’s doing!” Little Iron Head, fearing that the crowd might propose taking the matter to the Government Office, hurriedly defended his father.

In fact, what he said was true, his father indeed hadn’t done anything, and when Lin Dashuan initially came to make trouble, there were other witnesses around; it was impossible that no one saw.