Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 348 Grand Opening Banquet (7)_1

Chapter 348: Chapter 348 Grand Opening Banquet (7)_1

"And there’s his younger brother, I don’t know what kind of shock he must have suffered in that prison, but he returned completely changed!" Thinking of that, Sister Guizhi suddenly lowered her voice. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she secretly said to Lady Liu, "I heard some diners talking about it the other day in the shop, they said those prisoners have, have those kind of habits."

"What kind of habits?" Lady Liu asked, her eyes widening in confusion.

Sister Guizhi’s face reddened, she bit her lip, and leaned closer to her ear.

"Ah?" Lady Liu couldn’t help but exclaim, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

Seeing that her daughters all looked over, Lady Liu forced a few dry laughs and gestured that nothing was the matter. When her daughters stopped paying attention to them, Lady Liu lowered her head and whispered so softly it was almost like the buzzing of a mosquito, "What you said, is it true? Without women, they, they use men? Then, then Yong Le, could it be that..."

Sister Guizhi pursed her lips and nodded, finally understanding why Lin Yuan had said that Lin Dashuan wouldn’t last long in there when they first took in Xiao He.

Lady Liu, however, was looking at Lin Jiaxin, thinking about how heartbroken he would be if he knew the suffering Lin Yongle had endured in prison. After all, he had watched the child grow up; even she found it hard to accept. How much more so for his own uncle?

However, Lady Liu didn’t plan to tell her husband about this matter. Since it was all in the past, what was the use in bringing it up again?

While Lady Liu and Sister Guizhi were whispering to one another, over there Lin Jiaxin had already started drinking with Old Iron Head. The last time they met, the two had agreed to get together and have a good drink, and now that everyone was happy, of course, they couldn’t miss this opportunity.

Looking at Lin Jiaxin’s face flushed with joy, Lin Yuan found it difficult to tell him to drink less.

It had been almost a year now, Dad had never been so happy. Let him drink a bit, his leg wasn’t really in the way anymore. She remembered what Lao Fan had said, that even if he could stand up in three months, he shouldn’t immediately start walking. Now that three months were almost up, Lin Yuan was also starting to consider making a walking stick for her dad. She’d let him use the stick to support himself while walking, and then in another three months, have Lao Fan check the situation. Maybe then he could fully discard the walking stick and walk on his own.

Thinking of the walking stick, Lin Yuan quietly walked over to Lin Ershuan and sat down beside him, "Brother Ershuan, do you remember that walking stick I showed you when we were making the wheelchair?"

Lin Ershuan had just taken a bite of braised pork. When Lin Yuan suddenly talked about the walking stick, he hurriedly swallowed the meat and nodded repeatedly, "Remember, what about it? Have you thought up another moneymaking business?"

Lin Yuan shook her head with a smile. The elderly might buy wheelchairs, but walking sticks were a different matter altogether. She then began to talk to Lin Ershuan about making a set of walking sticks for Lin Jiaxin.

After hearing her, Lin Ershuan immediately slapped his chest and guaranteed, "Just a set of walking sticks, right? Don’t worry, I’ll have them done in no more than ten days."

In fact, in the past, it wouldn’t have taken ten days, but now his shop was really busy, with dozens of people coming every day to look at the wheelchairs. Though not many of them actually bought one, he had now, after all, earned quite a lot of silver. Compared to working as a carpenter for others, it was an unbelievable turn of events.

Lin Yuan knew his business was going well, and that he probably wouldn’t have time to make them. At first, she thought about asking Lin Changqing to do it, but Lin Changqing’s craftsmanship wasn’t quite there yet. Besides, compared to Lin Ershuan’s expertise in making large items, Lin Changqing was better at making small crafts and doing detailed carving work. That’s why she didn’t go to Lin Changqing.

After the third round of drinks, while everyone was eating and enjoying themselves, the door to the elegant room suddenly made a noise.