Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 653 - 065 Old Mr. Cheng_1

Chapter 653: 065 Old Mr. Cheng_1

However, this has been tough on Lady Xie, a young widow who, just when she finally seemed to be enjoying some good fortune, found herself back to square one, washing clothes for others to earn Silver. Had she known she was marrying such a fierce daughter-in-law, she definitely wouldn’t have interfered with her son’s affair with Mo Sanniang back in the day.

At this point, Mo Sanniang couldn’t help but feel disdain for Xie Zhiyuan, "The situation has gotten this bad, and while Lady Xie is not without blame, in reality, all the responsibility lies with Xie Zhiyuan. If he had been firmer, he wouldn’t have driven his own mother to this point. Alas, girl, I heard yesterday from someone who came to buy fabric that Lady Xie is now frequently ill and has lost a lot of weight."

"Sister Mo, you’re not getting soft-hearted again, are you?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, not wanting Mo Sanniang to get soft and do something foolish again.

Mo Sanniang pouted, her expression unchanging, "Soft-hearted? Hmph, she should have known from her last visit that I would absolutely have no more ties with Xie Zhiyuan. Such a man, ah, I just regret not seeing his true colors sooner and leaving him earlier. If I had given up on him sooner..."

"If you had given up on him sooner, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have met Mr. Meng, such a good man!" Lin Yuan teased, intentionally raising her eyebrows as she picked up on Mo Sanniang’s words.

Mo Sanniang’s face turned red, and she jabbed back playfully, "You little rascal, I see now that you didn’t come here for the clothes at all; you came specifically to enjoy the spectacle!"

Lin Yuan giggled and tilted her chin towards the door, "Who says I came to gawk? Clearly, it’s you who insisted on letting me see for myself!"

Following her gaze, Mo Sanniang saw Meng Liangdong straightening his clothes and quickly walking toward them. Upon seeing the familiar figure, the normally calm waters of Mo Sanniang’s eyes suddenly shimmered with warmth, and she subconsciously smoothed a stray lock of hair beside her temple.

"Sanniang, are you busy?" As soon as Meng Liangdong entered, even before catching sight of Mo Sanniang, he eagerly called out her name.

Mo Sanniang opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Lin Yuan suddenly interjected, "Not busy, not busy at all. Mr. Meng, please come in."

At the threshold, Meng Liangdong’s step faltered, nearly tripping himself up.

Boss?

Meng Liangdong’s eyes widened in disbelief, fixated on Lin Yuan, who sat in the chair beside him, grinning mischievously. He stammered, "Boss, you, you’re here too?"

Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, biting her lip, "What, is it alright for Mr. Meng to come see Sister Mo but not alright for me to have a word with her?"

Meng Liangdong frantically waved his hands, "No, no, that’s not what I meant."

With that gesture, the object he’d been holding in his palm was suddenly revealed to everyone. It was a finely crafted silver hairpin, unadorned with lavish embellishments yet prized for its delicacy. Even without holding it herself for a closer look, Lin Yuan could discern its unique quality.

Graceful yet unostentatious, it reflected Mo Sanniang’s persona perfectly: externally calm and composed but fiery and sincere at heart—a silver hairpin that suited her well.

Lin Yuan nodded to herself, dismissing previous critiques of Meng Liangdong. He clearly had good taste, he even knew to buy a silver hairpin for his beloved, far better than Xia Zheng!

Seeing Meng Liangdong blushing from Lin Yuan’s teasing, Mo Sanniang felt a pinch of pity, frowned, and scolded Lin Yuan, "Enough, you always bully the honest ones! If you’re so capable, go back and bully your own Young Master!"

"Oh!" Lin Yuan’s eyes sparkled with amusement, casting glances back and forth between the two, "I’m teasing Mr. Meng here, and he’s not even angry. So why is Sister Mo getting worked up? Huh? Come on, you two, what’s the real story here?"

By the end, Lin Yuan even sported a mischievously wicked expression, leaving the pair almost wishing they could find a hole to crawl into and hide.

Meng Liangdong glanced between Lin Yuan and Mo Sanniang, realizing the jig was up, coughed, and decided to be bold by placing the silver hairpin he had clenched in his hand onto the counter, "Well, I got paid for my work, this is for you, take it."