Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 220 - 220 220 The Lin Family's embarrassment (1)_1

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 The Lin Family’s embarrassment (1)_1 Chapter 220: Chapter 220 The Lin Family’s embarrassment (1)_1 This time, there was finally a response from inside the door, and as expected, it was opened by Lady Yang, who was oppressed by her son and daughter-in-law and couldn’t turn the tables.

However, Lady Yang seemed different this time.

Once she saw it was Lin Yuan, not only did she not scold her as she had when opening the door last time, but there was also a hint of slight excitement.

Her muddy eyes, almost devoid of any whites, were full of light, as if she had seen a savior.

Lin Yuan certainly didn’t feel kind enough to consider herself Lady Yang’s savior.

“You, what’s the matter?” For the first time when Lin Yuan came by, Lady Yang didn’t call her Little Disaster Star, and Lin Yuan herself felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

“I’m here for your sons—have them come out for a moment,” said Lin Yuan to Lady Yang, who no longer felt like kicking someone when they were down.

Just looking at her gaunt and lusterless face made it clear that she was not living comfortably.

But what of it?

It was all self-inflicted after all.

“This is…” Liu Limin looked suspiciously at Lady Yang from behind.

Half a year had passed, and she hadn’t expected the once overbearing Lady Yang to have fallen into such a state, which truly surprised her.

She had thought that the person coming to the door would be an old maid hired by the old Lin household, for in the past, Lady Yang would be ordering her daughters-in-law around as if they were maids; it was unheard of for her to open the door herself.

However, upon recalling what her elder sister had said, that Lin Jianling had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Lady Yang was without silver, and neither of her sons were supportive, it was no wonder that she was bullied by her daughters-in-law.

Lady Yang glanced at Liu Limin and, noticing the sympathy and pity in her eyes, her face flushed slightly as she said in a low voice, “They should be getting up soon.”

It was then that Lin Yuan noticed the apron tied around Lady Yang’s waist and the soot on her hands, clearly from cooking fires.

She felt an understanding in her heart and couldn’t help feeling some sympathy for this grandmother, whose sons and daughters-in-law were still snuggled in bed while she, an old woman, had to get up early to cook.

“Call them out for me; I need to speak with them,” said Lin Yuan, knowing that Lady Yang was not one to partake in the hard labor of stealing bricks, and she had no desire to waste more words with her.

Lady Yang glanced at Xia Zheng behind Lin Yuan, then at the villagers around who seemed to be watching a good show, guessing in her heart if it was the news of Lin Yongle’s return that had gotten out, and they were here to see the joke.

But it didn’t seem quite right; the expressions on the faces of Lin Yuan and her companions seemed like they were here to demand something.

The old woman immediately thought of the one hundred taels of silver that had been owed on the day she broke ties with them, but Boss and the third son had already repaid the money long ago.

So why was the Young Master joining them today?

Or could it be that one of the sons had done something wrong again?

Guessing all the way, before Lady Yang could reach her sons’ room, Lin Jiazhong had already come out first.

There had been a heavy rain last night, and he knew the road would be difficult to navigate, so he had already taken a day off from the Boss in advance, planning to go to town to do the accounting once the roads were better.

He had wanted to sleep in a bit longer, but he had been plagued by nightmares, all featuring his youngest son being bullied in jail by a group of dirty, sneering prisoners.

His little son was crying out loud, dragging a lame leg struggling towards him, crawling and reaching out for help: “Father, save me!

Father, save me!”

Jiazhong had been awoken three times by this nightmare, each time in a cold sweat and trembling.

By dawn, he had lost all desire to sleep.

Yet, he hadn’t expected that first thing in the morning, he would come face to face with that Little Disaster Star right outside his door!

From a distance, Lin Yuan observed the dark circles under Lin Jiazhong’s eyes and the shock in them, almost mistaking him for that Brick thief with a veneer of respectability, her uncle.

However, as soon as Lin Jiazhong uttered his first words, Lin Yuan had completely eliminated any suspicion towards him.