Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 820: When will I marry you?

After giving Xia Zheng a good scolding, Lin Yuan rolled her eyes and said, "This time it’s not the Drunken Immortal Residence causing trouble, but the Fragrant Full Building that you’ve established that’s run into trouble."

"Fragrant Full Building? What could go wrong?" Xia Zheng blinked in disbelief.

Lin Yuan furrowed her brows, "The messenger did not go into details. It seems someone was poisoned by the dishes at Fragrant Full Building, but whether it’s due to our fault is not clear since so far, only that one person has had a reaction."

Poisoning?

The most taboo incident for those running a restaurant was poisoning. Xia Zheng also sensed the gravity of the situation and frowned. "This Lao Wu, it seems he really has become muddleheaded to send just a person to report such a serious matter. What is he doing himself?"

Lin Yuan looked up at him and said in a grave tone, "Shopkeeper Wu has been arrested by the Government Office."

What?!

Xia Zheng sprang to his feet, evidently shocked. But he calmed down almost instantly. "If he weren’t thrown in jail, that would be strange. Since a poisoning incident has occurred, until the matter is investigated, Shopkeeper Wu must endure the physical suffering."

Lin Yuan silently nodded, there was no doubt about that, but even so, she was still very worried about Shopkeeper Wu. After all, he was not young, and she wasn’t clear about what the jail was like. Lin Dashuan had died after only a few months inside; she just hoped that Shopkeeper Wu wouldn’t suffer too much in there.

"The most urgent task now is to find out exactly what happened. As for Shopkeeper Wu, is there a way you can bail him out first? The jail is really no place for people to stay."

Lin Yuan looked at Xia Zheng. Although she knew he didn’t want to reveal his identity, at this critical moment, it was most important to rescue the person first.

Xia Zheng nodded but inwardly he was lamenting. Yecheng might look small, but it’s second only to the Capital city in prosperity. Such a desirable place had long been controlled by the Second Prince’s people. The Magistrate of Yecheng and the Master Magistrate were naturally also the Second Prince’s men, and since he and the Second Prince were at odds, it might truly be difficult to save Wu.

However, he did not mention these thoughts to Lin Yuan. He knew too well how anxious she was about her subordinates. If she found out about the complications involved, she would surely be distressed and worried.

"There’s no time to delay; we will hurry to Yecheng first thing in the morning." Xia Zheng raised his hand to smooth Lin Yuan’s furrowed brows and said softly, "Regardless, we must first see Shopkeeper Wu."

That’s the only option for now. Lin Yuan nodded and quickly summoned Shopkeeper Liu, entrusting him with the recent matters. The issue in Yecheng wasn’t something that could be resolved in a day or two. Although Xia Zheng didn’t say it, she had a vague feeling that this matter was related to the Drunken Immortal Residence and the people behind it.

As Lin Yuan managed affairs methodically, Xia Zheng felt his mind in turmoil. Yecheng, was it finally time to confront the issue? freewebnσvel.cѳm

While Lin Yuan and the others were troubled, an incident occurred at the Lin family hollow. Ever since Lady Yang moved out of the old house, she led a humble but peaceful life on her own, no longer needing to live under the scrutiny of her son and daughter-in-law.

Yet without Lady Yang at home to keep watch, the lives of Lin Jiazhong and Lin Jiaxiao’s families became difficult. Although Lin Jiazhong had obtained the three North Rooms, before he had lived there for a few days, he and Lady Ma became increasingly restless and absent-minded.

At night, during sleep, Lin Jiazhong always seemed to hear Lin Jianling’s raspy voice echoing in his ears. His voice was hoarse, but the words he murmured were clear.

"Unfilial son, you’re the one who harmed me!"

"Worthless child, return my ten years of life!"

Each time he heard this voice, Lin Jiazhong would wake from nightmares, drenched in a cold sweat.

What was more terrifying was that upon awaking, he would see Lady Ma staring at him with dead, fish-like eyes, fixedly looking at him.

Lin Jiazhong was chilled to the bone, nearly screaming in fright. Once he realized it was his wife, he cursed her fiercely.

Unexpectedly, Lady Ma drawled, "You heard it too?"

With just that one sentence, Lin Jiazhong’s hair stood on end. Could it be that this woman also heard the old man’s voice?

"You, you heard it?"

He tentatively asked, only for Lady Ma to suddenly burst into haughty laughter, tears streaming down her face as she kept repeating, "Yes, yes, I heard it. My son’s calling me! He says, mother, I’m so cold, so very cold!"

In the middle of the night, Lin Jiazhong was shaken by his wife’s haunting laughter, shivering as he tightly wrapped his arms around himself. However, when he realized that she was talking about their son, he was somewhat relieved. So, they weren’t hearing the same person’s voice; that was good, that was good.

The woman must miss their son too much, while he himself must be feeling guilty. Yes, guilt. Guilty for not having properly honored the old man while he was alive, and that’s why he dreamed of him.

Isn’t there a saying, "Your day’s thoughts become your night’s dreams"? Yes, that’s it. He had just been too preoccupied during the day.

Comforting himself with these thoughts, Lin Jiazhong lay back down to sleep, but he always felt a chilling breeze at his back.

Lady Ma, with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, kept muttering, "Mother, I’m cold," and spent the entire night unable to sleep.