Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 378: The Mothers-in-law Fight (2)_1

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: The Mothers-in-law Fight (2)_1

It was a pity, though, that such liquor wasn’t suitable for women to drink, but it was exactly what Lin Ershuan and the other men who worked hard for a living liked most.

Now Lin Ershuan’s whole family lived in the town, and today, they had come back from town a day early to warm the pot for Lin Yuan’s family. It was just because they had children at home, so Sister-in-law Guizhi and her mother-in-law arrived a bit later.

There were too many people in the kitchen, and Lin Yuan had planned to talk to Loudmouth about working in town, but it wasn’t a good time to bring it up. It was better to wait and talk about it later when they were alone.

A few women were busy in the kitchen when Lady Liu, heavily pregnant, came by once, only to be chased out by them.

Less than a month remained until Lady Liu’s delivery, and it was already evident that her belly had dropped further. However, Lady Liu had recently been suffering from severe back pain, tossing and turning each night, unable to sleep, which deeply worried Lin Jiaxin. He couldn’t recall her ever experiencing such discomfort while pregnant with Lin Yuan and her sisters. Why was this child so delicate?

Unable to sleep at night, Lady Liu would often overthink things, fearing the child might perish early like the last one or that it might be another girl, dashing her husband’s hopes.

Although Lin Jiaxin had told her more than once that he would be happy with either a boy or a girl, Lady Liu always felt that she was letting her husband down.

Seeing the increasingly dark circles under Lady Liu’s eyes these past few days, Lin Yuan had begun to worry as well.

Lao Fan just waved his hand indifferently and, dropping the line "Your mom’s about to give birth," ran off to compete with Xiao Linshuang for spicy strips.

Seeing these two food lovers, one old and one young, Lin Yuan almost regretted opening Rice Flower Fragrance.

However, Lao Fan’s words were indeed prescient: not long after the pot-warming, Lady Liu really did start having contractions. Of course, that was a story for later.

By mid-morning, the guests for the pot-warming had arrived one after another. Everyone entered the door with great joy, bringing gifts for Lin Yuan’s family, big or small. Some brought vegetables from their own gardens, while others had bought pork from the town.

The old village chief brought quite a few fruits from his home for the Lin family. Although some were out of season and not very fresh, they were considered rarities precisely because they were off-season.

The old village chief also went out of his way to bring a set of books for each of the Lin Yuan Sisters. Having been educated in his youth, and with his years of growing older and reading more, his own collection of books naturally grew. Although the books were not new, the absence of creases and the intact covers indicated that he had taken great care of them.

Uncle Foolish Han’s daughter-in-law smiled and said to Lin Yuan, "Yuanyuan, these are the books your village chief grandfather picked out all day yesterday, especially for you three. He said they are the most suitable for you. Take a look, do you like them?"

Lin Yuan received a book dedicated to culinary arts. Although it wasn’t quite as useful in comparison to her own head filled with recipes, it was, after all, a gesture of kindness from the old village chief, so she was extremely delighted.

Lin Wei received a book about female virtues, while Xiao Linshuang got an enlightenment book. None of them were famous works, but they were all appreciated.

After joyfully thanking the old village chief, Lin Yuan hurriedly invited him into the house to sit.

The old village chief smiled, glanced at Lin Yuan, and asked where Lin Jiaxin was.

Knowing that the old village chief must have had something to discuss with her father, Lin Yuan sent Lin Wei to take him to Lin Jiaxin’s room.

Lin Ershuan arrived with Xiao Shitou and Xiao He, bringing a set of patterned bowls as a gift. Lin Yuan had seen this set at Xiaoma Grocery Store; they were of clean glaze and exquisite print, clearly not cheap goods.

As a chef by nature, Lin Yuan had no resistance to such delicate kitchenware, happily accepting them, her joy nearly bursting through her beaming smile.