Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

But just to be safe, the young servant still asked with a smile, "Our Madam’s elder brother from her maternal family? May I ask which Madam of our master are you the brother of, young master?"

Lin Yongcheng impatently raised his eyebrows, "What ’which Madam’? Does your Master Magistrate have many Madams?"

Offended by his abrupt scolding, the long-faced young servant felt quite displeased, and his tone grew colder, "Of course, there is only one Madam. Our Madam is the daughter of Jin Mansion, and her elder brother is the eldest master of Jin Mansion. Excuse me, young master, you look to be barely over twenty; too young to be our Madam’s brother, how could you be her elder brother?"

The young servant with the slender eyes sneered and threatened, "Young master, you’d better think carefully before you speak. Falsely claiming family relationships doesn’t work here in Li Mansion."

Lin Yongcheng began to feel guilty. He had never been to Li Mansion before, and he wasn’t very clear about how his sister was faring there, having only heard from Lady Ma that she was now highly favored. Therefore, he had wanted to try his luck and turn up, but he had immediately run into trouble.

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFirᴇ(.)nᴇt

"I—I’m not looking for that Madam Jin." Because of his guilt, Lin Yongcheng’s speech became stammered, "I—I’m looking for your—your Madam Lin."

Madam Lin?