Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Mo Sanniang knew she was definitely teasing her on purpose. She blushed and glared at her before snatching the clothes back and folding them neatly: "You little stinker, always playing tricks on me!"

Lin Yuan giggled: "How is this playing tricks? I’m just helping sister try on the dress. Oh right, Sister, you haven’t told me yet, who is the distinguished guest for whom this dress was made? To have Sister personally making it, this guest must be quite extraordinary, and this dress must be very expensive, right?"

As Lin Yuan’s little mouth kept on chattering without stop, Mo Sanniang raised her hand and lightly tapped her on the head: "If you say another word! If you go on, I’m going to throw you out and never let you in my door again!"

Mo Sanniang had only tapped her casually without really putting any strength into it, but no sooner had she finished speaking than she saw Lin Yuan’s little face suddenly droop, her hand covering her forehead, and her little mouth pouting as if she were about to cry.

When had Mo Sanniang ever seen Lin Yuan like this? Who was Lin Yuan that a single tap would make her feel so aggrieved she was ready to cry?

"Dear sister, I was just joking with you." Realizing that Lin Yuan certainly had something else on her mind, Mo Sanniang hurriedly put the dress down and comforted her, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Did someone upset you? Tell Sister, I’ll stand up for you and vent your anger!"

Lin Yuan secretly delighted in her heart, but kept up the pitiful act, mimicking Xiao Linshuang’s aggrieved expression, "Humph, it’s all because of that gown’s owner! He took my kindness for granted. I’m never speaking to him again!"

It was actually because of Meng Liangdong!