Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 442 Uncle Wang and Lady Xie Come Again (2)_1

Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Uncle Wang and Lady Xie Come Again (2)_1

Lin Yuan had spoken casually and did not expect that Uncle Wang would suddenly have red-rimmed eyes and a choked voice upon hearing her ask about his eldest daughter, "She, she went to a faraway place and it will be some time before she can come back."

Lin Yuan was startled—could it be that Uncle Wang’s eldest daughter had died?

Going to a faraway place was the most common deception used by adults to fool children; once said, it assuredly meant that the person would never return. Coupling this with Uncle Wang’s reaction, Lin Yuan understood: his eldest daughter was gone.

While they were speaking, Liuzi suddenly called out from outside. Lin Yuan quickly went out and saw Lin Fugui holding Xiao Linshuang’s hand, standing in the courtyard.

"Big sister!" Xiao Linshuang released herself from Lin Fugui’s grip upon seeing Lin Yuan and rushed into her arms in three strides, her little mouth pouting in grievance, "Big sister, why didn’t you call for me when you went to town? When I woke up, I couldn’t find you anywhere, wuwu."

Lin Yuan gently rubbed Xiao Linshuang’s fluffy hair, which felt incredibly soft, and couldn’t help but do it again, almost deforming her little braids before teasing her, "You sleep like a little dead pig; no matter how much I called, you wouldn’t wake up, so I had to come by myself."

"Hmph, big sister, you’re calling me a little pig." Xiao Linshuang pouted, discontentedly wiggling in Lin Yuan’s embrace.

Her endearing appearance melted Lin Yuan’s heart, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

Last night, she had told Lady Liu and the others that she would be coming to town today to treat Jeng Ruyue, and when Xiao Linshuang heard this, she immediately grabbed Lin Yuan’s hand, insisting on coming along. Lin Yuan knew how obsessed she had become with medicine and agreed.

However, she hadn’t expected that when she tried waking her up the next morning, Xiao Linshuang really did sleep like a pig and was impossible to rouse. After all, she was only a five-year-old child. Out of sympathy, Lin Yuan decided to let her follow in Lin Fugui’s ox cart after she woke up, as suggested by Liu Limin.

And there they were, Lin Fugui having brought Xiao Linshuang all the way here for fear that she might get lost on her own.

"Alright, now that you’ve safely delivered her, I can rest easy." Lin Fugui watched the sticky affection between the sisters and smiled involuntarily.

"Uncle Lin, thank you for the trouble, and for coming all this way in person," Lin Yuan said with gratitude.

Lin Fugui waved his hand. As he was about to turn away, he suddenly caught sight of the man standing in the courtyard and found him quite familiar.

Uncle Wang also saw him, and after they looked at each other for a while, it was Lin Fugui who first remembered, pointing at him and exclaiming, "Oh, it’s you!"

Uncle Wang also remembered then, laughing heartily.

Lin Yuan hadn’t expected the two to know each other and looked at them, puzzled.

Lin Fugui approached Lin Yuan and said, "Remember that Little Donkey of yours? It was this old brother who sold it to me!"

Little Donkey—so the old man Lin Fugui spoke of when he brought the donkey had been Uncle Wang all along!

Lin Yuan recalled the old man Lin Fugui had mentioned when delivering the donkey, who supposedly had two daughters—one of whom had an accident and died. It seemed that it was certainly Uncle Wang’s eldest daughter.

As Lin Yuan watched the enthusiastic greetings between the two old friends, a bold guess suddenly formed in her mind. She remembered Uncle Wang seemed to be from the Wang Family Manor, and the girl Lin Changqing had mentioned for the arranged marriage was also from the Wang Family Manor.

Could there be a connection between them...

Although Lin Fugui and Uncle Wang had only met once, they seemed to have a particular affinity for each other, chatting away like old buddies who hadn’t seen each other for many years.

Lin Yuan felt some regret; if only that incident had never happened, perhaps these two families could have formed a particularly close kinship. Alas, what a pity.