Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1530 - 334, it’s up to you! (Second update)

At the Dongtian entrance, Widow Qiao was still cursing tirelessly, spitting out every unpleasant word that came to her mind.

Even Shopkeeper Liu, let alone the onlookers, felt embarrassed for her.

But Widow Qiao didn’t care about their whispers and continued doing things her way.

Perhaps she had grown tired from all the cursing, for at this moment, Widow Qiao had plopped herself down on the ground, sitting cross-legged with one hand on her knee and pointing at Dongtian’s sign, making quite a commotion.

"Yo, yo, yo! Everyone, come and look! This big inn is bullying people, they’re keeping my daughter locked up and not letting her out to pay respect to her parents! Not to mention the Capital city, there’s probably nobody like this in all of Dayong!"

As she shouted her accusations, Shopkeeper Liu’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot in the back kitchen. He instinctively stepped forward but quickly retreated with a change in color.

Why?

Because this woman had just shouted that he was taking advantage of her!

He was still an arm’s length away from her, and yet he could take advantage of her?

"Madam, you’ve come to our Dongtian entrance early in the morning causing a commotion, asking for silver and for your daughter. I’ve told you, Yin Xing is Princess Pingxi’s maid; if you’re looking for her, you should go to Lin Mansion, not block our business here at Dongtian!"

"Oh ho!"

Before Shopkeeper Liu could finish, Widow Qiao, sitting on the ground, slapped her thighs and yelled with her eyebrows raised: "You old coot, stop fooling me! My Yin Xing was doing perfectly fine in the General Mansion, but she was lured away by your sly words, ruining her bright future! You shameless cretin!"

Shopkeeper Liu’s face turned even redder—he wondered why this woman would come looking for Yin Xing at Dongtian; apparently, she misunderstood that he had taken Yin Xing in as a consort!

Oh heavens! Isn’t that creating karma?

"Listen here, missy, you can’t just say whatever you please, I..."

"Who’s your missy, who’s your missy!"

Widow Qiao pouted and droned on and on, spitting every which way as she spoke.

"Don’t think just because I’m young and pretty that you want to cozy up to me! I’ll have you know, I’m a decent girl from a respectable family, not like those vixens you have in your room!"

Pfft!

Someone in the crowd couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and like a small pebble thrown into a pond, it immediately set off waves of laughter among the onlookers.

Widow Qiao glared at them and, believing herself to be enchantingly attractive, threw a flirtatious wink, which only made many feel nauseated.

"Alright, old thing, call out my Yin Xing this instant! If you really have affections for her, then come to our house with the proper betrothal gifts. As for the bride price, I won’t ask you for much—just one hundred taels of silver! Not a penny less!"

As soon as the request for one hundred taels of silver was pronounced, it elicited an uproar among the crowd: "Whose daughter is worth one hundred taels! Even the gentle maids of small households in the Capital city don’t demand so much!"

"This woman isn’t here to find her daughter; she’s clearly here to sell her daughter!"

"Shopkeeper Liu, don’t waste your words on her, just give her daughter back. If you want a Little Concubine, I’ll find you a good one!"

Hearing the well-intentioned advice, Shopkeeper Liu felt like dying—the man of his age had never thought about taking a concubine, and if his wife found out about this, she’d surely throw him out of their room!

Shopkeeper Liu was in a bind, sweating profusely and repeatedly inquiring whether the Boss had arrived.

The young apprentice was also in a panic and was about to say "he hasn’t arrived," when a clear, bright voice came from outside the crowd. Like a lifeline, it immediately turned Shopkeeper Liu’s worried face into one flushed with joy.

"Oh! What’s this early opera performance? Am I too late?"

Lin Yuan arrived amidst the crowd with Shui Xian, looking at the seated Widow Qiao with eyes filled with disdain and scorn.

Widow Qiao also noticed the contempt in her gaze, but the haughty demeanor of this young lady made her feel somewhat nervous as she stuttered, "You, who are you?"

"She is..."

"I’m just Dongtian’s chef!"

Lin Yuan intercepted with a smile, while also giving a meaningful glance to the person who was about to reveal her identity, who promptly understood and chuckled while nodding: "Right, right, this is Dongtian’s head chef, she’s incredible!"

Of course, there were people among the onlookers who knew Lin Yuan’s real identity, but seeing her not acknowledging it, they all kept quiet, just enjoying the spectacle.

Lin Yuan feigned modesty and waved, saying with a smile, "Ah, you flatter me; I’m not that great at cooking. I’m best at just slaughtering pigs and sheep, that’s all."

After saying that, she smiled and looked at Widow Qiao on the ground.

Widow Qiao felt her heart thumping furiously at the sight of that girl’s stare, as if she were looking at a fat pig waiting for slaughter!

"What are you trying to do? I’ll have you know, I’m your shopkeeper’s mother-in-law. You better behave yourself. If you don’t, watch out, I’ll have him fire you!"

As she spoke, Widow Qiao stood up from the ground, casting a guarded glance at Lin Yuan. Yet, her gaze predominantly conveyed a sense of arrogant complacency, as if she had someone powerful backing her up.

Lin Yuan raised her eyebrows, watching the spectacle unfold with an amused look as if to say, "Look at you, not acting your age."

Shopkeeper Liu helplessly shrugged his shoulders and folded his hands in a pleading gesture for mercy. Although he didn’t speak a word, just the look on his face was enough to amuse Lin Yuan.

"Sister, I think you are misunderstanding something."

Shaking her head, Lin Yuan glanced at the increasingly large crowd of onlookers and dropped the joking attitude, addressing Widow Qiao: "The Yin Xing you spoke of is indeed a servant of Princess Pingxi, sent by Princess An Le herself. If you want to see Yin Xing, go find Princess Pingxi!"

Before Widow Qiao could say anything, Lin Yuan lifted the corner of her eye and continued: "However, if you’re thinking about asking Yin Xing for money again, I’m afraid that’s not going to fly."

Widow Qiao got anxious and snapped, "What! Now that she’s a servant to Princess Pingxi, she won’t give her parents money to spend?"

"It’s fine if she gives money for her father to spend, but what about you? What relation are you to her? Her mother?"

Lin Yuan hummed with amusement: "Which mother sells her own daughter to an old man to be his Little Concubine for one hundred taels of silver? Which mother would sell her daughter to a brothel? Everyone here, tell me, does any mother do such a thing?"

Of course not!

The onlookers started discussing among themselves, and a few women even pointed at Widow Qiao’s nose, scolding her for being heartless.

But everyone had underestimated the thickness of Widow Qiao’s skin!

The woman didn’t take any of the crowd’s condemnation to heart, nor did she pay any attention to Lin Yuan. Instead, she plonked back down on the ground, arms crossed over her chest, and continued to yell furiously.

"Shut the hell up! Even if I’m her stepmother, she still has to provide for me! The house is out of silver now, so she must give me some! If she doesn’t give me money, I’ll sell her two sisters to the brothel! Deal with that as you please!"

Never have they seen such shamelessness!

Lin Yuan watched Widow Qiao with a mixture of amusement and disbelief, thinking that this woman had once again redefined her understanding of shamelessness!

"Mom, let’s just go, shall we?"

Father Yinxing, who had been blending in with the crowd without much presence, finally came out with his neck shrunken, tugging on Widow Qiao’s arm to hurry her home.

Widow Qiao shook him off fiercely, glaring as she scolded: "Go? And give up on any silver? You useless thing, how could I have listened to the matchmaker and married you? Not only did I end up bearing several children, but I also had to suffer alongside you! Now we finally have a daughter with some money, and you don’t have the guts to come for it! If you won’t, I will! You worthless fool!"

After venting on Father Yinxing, she turned her glaring eyes to the two young girls following behind, looking at them with disdain, "Useless burdens! If your sister doesn’t cough up one hundred taels of silver today, I’ll sell the both of you to the brothel! Don’t hate me for it, hate your sister for her cruelty!"

Following Widow Qiao’s gaze, Lin Yuan saw Yin Xing’s two younger sisters, both thin and sallow, wearing clothes that clearly looked like men’s garments altered from her father’s old clothes.

Both girls kept their heads deeply lowered, their faces not clearly visible, appearing even more timid than Father Yinxing.

Lin Yuan shook her head, thinking these two young girls might not have been sold when they were little, but they must have been raised under Widow Qiao’s abuse, or else they wouldn’t be so cowering.

However, another girl standing beside the two sisters caught Lin Yuan’s attention.

This girl was dressed in silk fabric, similar to that of Widow Qiao’s clothing, and her eyes rolled about spiritedly, strikingly reminiscent of Widow Qiao.

Could this be the daughter Widow Qiao brought with her?

Tsk tsk, Lin Yuan curled her lips, noting how distinctly different the treatment was between her own daughter and stepdaughters.

Widow Qiao continued her ranting and raving, but Lin Yuan, at a loss, shrugged her shoulders. Since reasoning was futile, she had to resort to tougher measures.

Looking at her hand that had not wielded a knife for a long time, Lin Yuan felt a tinge of nostalgia.

"Sis, you really did pick the right day to come to Dongtian to demand money from Yin Xing! Not only did you curse at our Dongtian but also interfered with our business. How could we let you leave without taking something in return? Tsk tsk, just doesn’t feel right."

One moment Widow Qiao was shouting at the top of her lungs, and the next, she heard the girl who claimed to be a chef speaking softly yet beguilingly.

Gazing at her charming smiling face, Widow Qiao instinctively asked, "Take what?"

Lin Yuan lifted her eyelids playfully and gave her a cheeky wink, "You decide!"

Widow Qiao felt a chill down her spine, and then she heard the young woman addressing Shopkeeper Liu loudly, "Bring out the pig from the back kitchen and let our big sis pick which part she wants to keep!"

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