Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 20 - Lan Hua, Good Friend (1)_1
Chapter 20 -20 Lan Hua, Good Friend (1)_1
Chapter 20 -20 Lan Hua, Good Friend (1)_1
Compared to Lin Yuan’s dilapidated house, the Lin Family Old House over there could be considered a residence of the affluent—though not the best in the village, it was still pretty decent.
Lin Yuan, leading Xiao Linshuang by the hand, had just stepped onto the main village road when they caught sight of the Lin Family Old House from afar.
Truth be told, half the credit for that impressive compound went to her father’s hard work.
The three sisters had initially planned to visit together today, but just before they set out, Lin Yuan suddenly thought of something and decided to leave Lin Wei at home, only taking Lin Shuang with her.
Despite her young age, Lin Shuang was clever beyond her years, and if anything came up, she could rush back home to deliver a message.
On this hot summer afternoon, the villagers would usually be taking their siesta.
However, as it was still hot indoors, many would gather under the old locust tree in the village center to cool off and indulge in small talk or gossip.
Holding Xiao Linshuang’s hand, Lin Yuan walked from a distance.
Xiao Linshuang harbored an innate fear of the old house and kept a stern little face, saying nothing along the way.
Neither spoke, so from far off, they could already hear the din of argument under the old locust tree, particularly from two voices, louder than the rest.
“She’s not just a Little Disaster Star, she even dares to slash people with a knife!
If she’s already this fierce without a husband, what mother-in-law would dare to take her?
In the future, no one will have the guts to marry her.”
“I think your broken gong of a mouth is asking to be beaten again, isn’t it?
What Lin Yuan does is none of your damn business.
Do you really have to go jabbering nonsense here?!” A loud but clearly young voice immediately retorted.
“Hey, I’m talking about Lan Hua, I didn’t say no one would take you.
Why are you reacting so strongly?
You still want to hit me?
Fine, go ahead, try me, my face is right here.
You dare to hit me or not!
Hmph!”
Lady Chen, shamelessly putting on a charade of a rascal, moved up right in front of Lin Lanhua, embodying the image of the utterly shameless and unruly.
Those under the tree were either laughing at the spat or trying to mediate, utterly oblivious to the Lin Yuan sisters who had already arrived.
Watching Lady Chen’s thick-skinned act, Lin Yuan scoffed and delivered a slap right to her face.
Smack!
The crisp sound instantly silenced all the quarrelling.
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone so eager to be hit.
How interesting.” Lin Yuan had put some strength into that slap, and her hand was a bit numb now, surely Lady Chen’s face hurt even more.
Dazed by the sudden slap, Lady Chen came to her senses and, cursing while flailing her fists, charged over: “You Little Disaster Star, how dare you hit me!
I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!”
Lin Yuan was not about to stand still and let herself be hit.
Even though she lacked strength at the moment, she clearly remembered the moves of Women’s Self-Defense Skills.
As Lady Chen charged at her, Lin Yuan simply sidestepped slightly and stuck out a foot, neatly tripping Lady Chen, who fell face-first as if she were eating dirt.
“You’re talking nonsense!
My big sister is the best.
It’s you who can’t get married.
Your daughter Xiao He can’t even speak properly—she’s the one who’ll have trouble getting married!” Xiao Linshuang, her face flushed red with anger, couldn’t hold back her retort when she heard her big sister being insulted.
But that slap and kick her big sister had just delivered were so impressive, she wanted to learn them too!
“You little brat, hitting someone and then cursing my daughter!
You just wait—I’ll get my husband right over there.
If you’ve got the guts, don’t you walk away!” Although Lady Chen’s words were fierce, she was no good at fighting, something that might have something to do with her history.
Lin Yuan crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Lady Chen condescendingly, “Are you sure you want to call him over?
When I was coming here, I saw Lin Dashuan hugging his jar of wine, gulping down his fill.”
Lin Dashuan was Lady Chen’s man, a good-for-nothing drunkard, tipsy two and a half days out of every three, and he was prone to beating his wife when intoxicated.
Lady Chen always bore injuries, but her prideful and face-saving nature wouldn’t allow her to talk about it.
Her silence, however, did not mean that the village was unaware.
