Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 30 - The Prettiest Girl (1)_1

Chapter 30 -30 The Prettiest Girl (1)_1

Chapter 30 -30 The Prettiest Girl (1)_1

Carrying the tools he had reclaimed from Lady Yang, Lin Jiaxin’s face was full of emotion.

Lin Yuan knew that her father must be feeling unhappy, so she didn’t bring up the matter of dividing the family again.

Instead, she shared with him in great detail her plans to make mooncakes.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Jiaxin heard about this, he took an interest.

“Da Ya, this new style of mooncake that you’re talking about sounds quite rare and is sure to sell.

But what should the mold look like?

Draw a design for your father, and I will make it right away for you to test and see if it works,” he said.

Lin Yuan nodded and agreed to draw a design by evening and give it to her father first thing in the morning.

After stepping out of the east room’s door, Lin Yuan turned around to check on the goji berries that had been drying in the sun today.

The temperature was just right, and in only one day, the goji berries were nearly half-dried.

If they dried for another day, she could take them to town to trade for money the day after tomorrow.

It wasn’t yet time to cook dinner, and since Lin Yuan needed to draw a design in the evening, she realized that they didn’t have ink and paper at home.

A pen wasn’t a big issue, as she wasn’t accustomed to using one anyway—she could simply find a piece of charcoal in the kitchen to whittle and write with.

However, paper was indispensable.

They could use cloth as an alternative to write on, but considering the current situation at home, even clothing was in short supply, let alone cloth.

Lin Yuan looked towards the thatched cottage to the east, sighing.

It seemed she had no choice but to ask Chen Zhu’s house for a piece of paper.

After leaving a message with Lin Wei, Lin Yuan stepped out.

Chen Zhu’s house was almost adjacent to hers, with just a space of less than thirty meters in between.

Despite everything that had happened at her home in the past few days, no one from next door had shown up.

If not for her knowledge of the couple’s situation, she might have thought something had happened to them.

“Auntie, are you home?

It’s Yuanyuan.” Lin Yuan used to visit almost daily, but this was her first time since coming from the other side.

This house, really, wasn’t bad at all—it was much better than hers.

Although it looked just like a thatched cottage from the outside, the interior was well furnished, especially the west room with its tables and chairs, and the books on the table that clearly belonged to Chen Zhu.

Aunt Chen came out of the east room, all smiles.

Her health wasn’t good; it was said that she had starved herself during their escape to save food for her son and had never fully recovered.

“Yuanyuan, you’re here?”

Just after Aunt Chen finished speaking, Lin Yuan heard a muffled male voice rudely grunt from inside the house.

She knew it was Chen Zhu’s father’s voice.

Because he lacked an eye and hardly interacted with villagers, nobody knew his real name, so they simply called him Old man Chen.

Old man Chen had never liked her, always feeling that she wasn’t good enough for his son, Chen Zhu.

The old Lin Yuan would have been deeply hurt and felt inferior because of this, but the current Lin Yuan wouldn’t, especially since she didn’t like Little White Face anyway.

As if she hadn’t heard anything, Lin Yuan smiled and said, “Auntie, I came to borrow a piece of paper from you.

I need to draw a design for my father for his craftwork.”

Aunt Chen obviously knew that Lin Yuan had heard her husband’s dissatisfied grunt, but to her surprise, the girl didn’t seem the least bit upset.

“It’s just a piece of paper, don’t mention borrowing—don’t be a stranger.

Come on, I’ll get it for you,” she said, leading Lin Yuan to the west room.

Lin Yuan, however, stood still in the main room, smiling as she said, “Auntie, don’t say that.

We’re neither kin nor kith, how can I simply take your things?”

Aunt Chen paused with the paper in hand.

The girl’s remark seemed to suggest that she wanted to clearly sever ties with her son, Chen Zhu.

Although Old Chen didn’t have a soft spot for Lin Yuan, Aunt Chen had grown very fond of this young woman who visited them day after day.

Thus, she suddenly handed over several pieces of paper to Lin Yuan, even if they were coarse—they were still quite rare in ordinary households.