Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 439: Eavesdropping at the Corner (4)_1

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Eavesdropping at the Corner (4)_1

Lin Yuan felt bored and didn’t want to listen, but Xia Zheng’s curiosity was piqued. He insisted on staying to listen for a while before he was willing to leave.

All they heard was Old Chen thumping the ground heavily with his walking stick while angrily cursing, "It’s all because of the good son you’ve raised! He’s been gone for so many days without even a message! The exams have been over for quite some time, and he still hasn’t come back! Surely he’s out there running wild, with his heart gone astray! Humph, just what kind of mother raises what kind of son! The old one’s useless, and the young one’s worthless! I must’ve hit an eight-generation run of bad luck to end up with you two!"

It turned out that he was scolding Chen Zhu for not having returned home yet. Lin Yuan pursed her lips, thinking it’s not like Aunt Chen was the only one who gave birth to the son, nor did she raise him all by herself. This old man really was both blind and heartless!

Seeing Aunt Chen remaining silent, Old Chen got even more agitated. The thumping sounds of his stick on the ground grew louder when suddenly Aunt Chen let out a cry. Old Chen snapped, "Are you blind too? Didn’t you see my stick here? You still bump into it! Fool!"

It turned out that Old Chen’s walking stick had hit Aunt Chen.

Lin Yuan was so angry that her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He’s the one with eight generations of bad luck? It should be Aunt Chen who suffered eight generations of bad luck to end up with such a hot-tempered and idle man. The one who merited sympathy was Aunt Chen!

Pulling Xia Zheng away, they suddenly heard Aunt Chen’s worried voice, "Zhu Zi, he’s not that kind of child. When he left, he repeatedly assured me he would head home right after the exams. But what if... what if something has happened to him? A child alone out there..."

"Get out!" Old Chen suddenly erupted, scaring Aunt Chen into a shiver. "Can’t you speak properly! Zhu Zi has divine protection; he’s not destined for trouble! He’s meant to be the First Scholar. What is that? That’s the Star of Literature reincarnated, that’s the Immortals! Can Immortals be so easily harmed? Huh? Zhu Zi is under the Buddha’s protection; how could anything happen to him! Get out, and go do some work instead of bothering me!"

Aunt Chen shook her head, clearly not reassured, and walked out carrying a big basin of dirty clothes. Their home didn’t have a well; drinking water was fetched from the river by Aunt Chen, and she also had to carry the big basin to the riverside to wash the clothes.

The weather had gotten colder, and the river water was even chillier. Aunt Chen’s health wasn’t good, and at her advanced age, she still had to tremble her way down to the river to wash clothes. Even Xia Zheng couldn’t stand watching this and, shaking his head, pulled Lin Yuan away to leave.

"If Chen Zhu really is delayed for a real reason, that would be one thing, but if he’s gone mad with play as his father says, then I think, he deserves a beating!" Xia Zheng suddenly blurted out, which made Lin Yuan pause in surprise.

After all, Chen Zhu probably wasn’t like what Old Chen described. In fact, Lin Yuan tended to agree more with Aunt Chen’s words. Maybe something really had happened. Maybe Silver had been stolen, and with no money for hiring a carriage, he could only walk back. Or perhaps he fell ill?

In any case, no matter what, she hoped that Chen Zhu would come back soon. Whether he did well or poorly on the exams, just having a man in the house would make Aunt Chen’s life a bit easier.

After Lin Yi sent Zhao Suxin and her back, Lin Yuan let him take Xia Zheng back as well. There was no helping it; there was just not enough space at home to accommodate more people. The wing room was finished, but the kang bed hadn’t been set up yet, so it was still uninhabitable.

Xia Zheng reluctantly got onto the horse carriage, his eyes filled with reproach toward Lin Yuan.

Lin Yi casually suggested, "Why don’t you sleep in the kitchen with me, uncle?"

The kitchen would work!

But before Xia Zheng could speak, Lin Yuan had already glared at him, "The kitchen belongs to Lin Yi. If you stay, you can only sleep with the little ewe in the sheep pen or go sleep outside in the pigsty!"