Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Not only did Lin Yuan recognize him, but many of the people eating across the street also did, pointing at him and saying, "Isn’t that Chen Zhu from Old man Chen’s house?"

"Yes, yes, oh my, dressed like this, I almost didn’t recognize him!"

"Hey, Zhu Zi, did you become the top scholar or something? Look at your clothes, wow, so nice, and that carriage, you must have become a high official, right?"

Everyone was saying their piece, but Chen Zhu acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, merely nodding to them without speaking. However, he was quite puzzled. He had only been gone for a few months, so how did the dilapidated house next door turn into a high-roofed one with red tiles? Compared to that large house, his own shabby little hut seemed quite pitiful, no wonder Wang Qiaoxin looked so displeased.

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Chen Zhu glanced enviously at that house, only then noticing Lin Yuan standing at the doorway. Although her clothes were no longer patched and threadbare and her cheeks were cleaner, Lin Yuan still looked the same, only a bit whiter and plumper, seeming even more beautiful.

Seeing Chen Zhu examining her, Lin Yuan smiled lightly and greeted him, "You’re back?"

Chen Zhu’s face showed a moment of embarrassment, and he forced a laugh while tugging at the corner of his lips, "Ah, yes, I’m back."

"Then you should go home quickly, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen talk about you every day."