Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Princess Anle spit the mouthwash into the spittoon and chided with a smile, "This stinky boy, when he was at the Mansion, was either clinging to his elder brother or to me. Now that he has Lin Yuan, even his own mother is no longer in favor."

Xia He and Qiu Ju exchanged a glance, easily detecting the faint sense of loss in the Princess Anle’s words.

Qiu Ju took the handkerchief from her to dry her hands, and said with a smile, "Madam, when you were in the Capital city, you used to talk every day about finding a bride for the second young master, as if you wished he could choose from every girl in the Capital. Now that the second young master has found his beloved, you are, on the other hand, reluctant to let go."

"It’s not that I’m reluctant to let go, it’s just that, well, it feels a bit bittersweet," Princess Anle said with a bitter smile, pulling a smile. In the past, when chatting with those Madams, they would always complain about their daughters-in-law, saying this and that wasn’t good, and she would joke about them being jealous of their daughters-in-law. Now, she could truly empathize with them.

However, Princess Anle was still different from those Madams. Although she felt a bit reluctant, her impression of Lin Yuan was extremely good, and she liked her immensely. Even if Lin Yuan truly became part of the family, she wouldn’t criticize her daughter-in-law like the other Madams did.

Just as the breakfast was set on the table, Su Qiuyu arrived with a gentle smile and greeted, "Madam, did you rest well last night?"

Princess Anle had always thought that Xia Zheng would marry Su Qiuyu into the family. Although she wasn’t as fond of her as she was of Lin Yuan now, she had watched Su Qiuyu grow up and had a certain affection for her.