Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 1383: Chase people away

No one wanted to part with even the smallest bit of their white flour, a precious commodity in these households. They didn’t want to share it like Gui Zhi and Lanhua, who had the skills and means to earn money; the white flour was reserved for the men and children of their own families. Only a fool would give it away to people who didn’t matter to them.

Now these folks thought of Lin Yuan and her company as strangers, but hadn’t they thought the same when they sat there refusing to leave?

"No, no, we’re not eating here, there are so many waiting at home!"

"That’s right, don’t trouble yourself, I’m heading home!"

As they said this, a few women stood up, not forgetting to grab handfuls of seeds from the fruit plate on the table and stuff them into their pockets.

Several other women called their children over, filling their pockets as well with seeds and snacks.

Lin Yuan, looking on, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. Since they had moved to the Capital city and opened a shop, they mostly saw wealthy customers and seemed to have forgotten the impoverished life they once led in Lin family hamlet.

Lin Yuan’s heart softened, regretting having followed Lan Hua’s advice not to invite them to stay for a meal. Although these people had not helped when her family was poor and even spat on the ground and cursed her as Little Disaster Star, those days were past. She couldn’t hold onto grudges forever.

"Perhaps..."

Lan Hua grabbed Lin Yuan’s hand and smiled at her, "Remember what Lin Yuan just said. We might not have much white flour left, but we’ve bought quite a few fruits and snacks when we were coming back from the Capital. Don’t forget to take some for the children when you ladies leave."

Hearing there were still snacks to grab, the women suddenly perked up and approached Lin Yuan with beaming faces, striking up conversation as if they had never been the ones to curse her as Little Disaster Star years ago.

Listening to everyone flatter with chatter, Lin Yuan forced a bitter smile and told the children to go get pastries with Yin Xing.

Some women brought two children, others just one, naturally feeling discontent. After their child took a bag, they also picked up a bag themselves, smiling cheerfully. freēnovelkiss.com

Yin Xing frowned and was about to intervene, but before she could open her mouth, one woman had already turned up her nose and retorted, "Hey, it’s just a bag of treats. Your miss is rich enough to hire servants; it’s not like she cares about this bit of silver. How stingy!"

Yin Xing and Shui Xian were choked with anger, but seeing Lin Yuan wave them off, they said nothing more.

But both Lin Yuan and Lan Hua looked on with disdain. Lin Yuan’s momentary compassion disappeared. There’s an old saying: "He who is pitiable can also be contemptible." It rang true now more than ever.

After all the women and children left with their pastries, Aunt Wang clarified the situation with Third Aunt Gui Zhi and the others. Although they felt it was unfortunate to send people away, they couldn’t help but shake their heads after seeing how those women scoffed and sneered even as they took the treats.

As the women talked in the room, Lin Jiaxin and Lin Changqing also came in. Lin Changqing was Lin Jiaxin’s only apprentice, and now that his master had finally returned, he naturally wanted to discuss his own matters at length.

Having learned cooking from Lin Yuan for several months, coupled with his own diligence, Xiao He’s culinary skills had improved dramatically. Today’s lunch didn’t even need Lin Yuan; Xiao He volunteered to take care of it all.

With the help of Shui Xian, Yin Xing, Shi Liu, and the others, Lin Yuan was reassured and headed into the room with Lan Hua to join in the conversation.

Lin Changqing’s furniture shop in the town was doing well. His craftsmanship had won the praise of the entire town. Although some carpenters were envious and secretly tried to imitate the wardrobes and clothes racks Lin Changqing had designed, their carving skills were light-years behind.

As a result, these feeble imitations only drove more business to Lin Changqing’s shop.

Lin Ershuan and Aunt Gui Zhi’s shop had always been doing well and was now in a stable stage. Even if others opened similar businesses, because Lin Ershuan and Aunt Gui Zhi were established and reputable, their regular customers continued to favor them.

And then there was Lan Hua, whose tofu shop Lin Yuan always kept an eye on. Each month, Loudmouth sent the operating details of the tofu shop and Rice Flower Fragrance to the Capital, and Lin Yuan would offer her advice after reviewing them. Thus, even after almost half a year away, the businesses hadn’t declined, all thanks to this reason.