Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 250 - 250 250 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (4)_1

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (4)_1 Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Wicked Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law (4)_1 Lin Yuan could see that she was genuinely upset by Lady Xie and her daughter-in-law, so she stopped trying to console her and simply closed the shop door quietly to prevent outsiders from seeing her like this.

After closing the door, Lin Yuan sat quietly by her side, keeping her company and offering a handkerchief.

Xia Zheng came by and looked in through the doorway.

From behind the door and window, she waved at him and then pointed to Mo Sanniang, who was still crying her heart out at the counter, indicating that he should go back first.

Xia Zheng, not willing to leave, pouted and acted coquettishly, refusing to go.

Lin Yuan frowned, knowing his stubborn nature was showing again.

She held her forehead speechlessly and finally mouthed a promise to make him steamed pork ribs.

To her surprise, he pouted even more pitifully and held up two fingers shaking them at her.

Lin Yuan held her forehead.

This guy was insatiably greedy, but she thought, if it’s just two dishes, then two it would be.

Better to pacify him and send him off for now, so as not to make Mo Sanniang feel embarrassed if she discovered his presence.

Lin Yuan nodded, and only then did Xia Zheng leave, stealing grins and looking triumphant as he returned to the shop opposite to wait for her.

Time passed, and eventually, Mo Sanniang gradually stopped crying.

She fiercely wiped the tears from her face with the handkerchief and returned to her usual shrewd and capable self, Mo Sanniang the Boss.

Lin Yuan was shocked by her strong ability to self-heal, her mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

But Mo Sanniang pointed at the ten taels of silver on the table and laughed self-deprecatingly, “See?

If it wasn’t for you being here today, that old hag might have swindled a meal and services out of me again.”

As if finding a release for her pent-up emotions, or finally willing to open up about her feelings, Mo Sanniang started to speak softly about the past.

“She is Xie Zhiyuan’s mother.

Zhiyuan has been without a father since he was little, and it was his mother who brought him up bit by bit and even got him educated so that he could secure a job as a clerk at the Yamen.

Zhiyuan has deep feelings for his mother, so deep that he’d even give up the one he loves for her.”

Lin Yuan twitched her mouth corners, thinking to herself: What a mama’s boy.

Lady Xie must be a dominating figure for having to raise her son all by herself, and her son must be a mommy-whipped wimp!

“Zhiyuan and I were childhood sweethearts, but his mother despised my family for being in business, and me, for running a shop and being so publicly visible.

She said a woman of my background did not deserve her son and strictly forbade us from associating.”

“But the truth is, Zhiyuan and I truly loved each other.

His mother opposed our marriage, and so for all these years, Zhiyuan has refused to marry anyone else.

His mother was enraged, blaming me for seducing her son, and started coming to my shop to make trouble.

Out of respect for her as Zhiyuan’s mother, I always tried to be patient with her.

Today, though—ah, in the end, I was just too naive.

To believe what he said and wait for him all these years.

And now, when he is getting married, it is with another woman, not me.”

Lin Yuan silently counted on her fingers, looking at the pitiable woman in front of her and feeling a surge of sympathy.

Mo Sanniang must be around twenty-five or twenty-six by now.

In an era where early marriage is the norm, girls start talking about marriage at fifteen.

People like Liu Limin, who remain unmarried at twenty, are already the talk of the neighbors, let alone Mo Sanniang.

She had waited for that man for so many years; the depth of her affection was self-evident.

Yet this deeply devoted and loyal woman ended up with not a happy marriage, but the humiliation of a mother-in-law and a mistress.

Lin Yuan sighed internally.

She didn’t know whether Xie Zhiyuan willingly married Ma Xiaoqian or was forced into it, but she did notice one thing: Lady Xie didn’t look down on Mo Sanniang’s family for being in business, but simply because they were poor.