Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lin Yuan didn’t realize that by now, Mo Sanniang had become a bit suspicious. It was actually Lin Yuan herself who had discreetly asked the people in the surrounding shops not to disturb her, but she didn’t expect that, while the others kept silent, it was she herself who couldn’t hold back and blurted it out today.

"Of course not," Lin Yuan’s eyes widened, "After all, no matter what, Lady Xie is Xie Zhiyuan’s own mother, right? If they really didn’t allow her to enter the home for the New Year’s celebration, how would that be any different from being a beast?"

Mo Sanniang curled her lips and said nothing. Xie Zhiyuan really was a beast; his allowing Lady Xie to return home for New Year’s surely wasn’t out of filial piety, but probably more out of fear that the neighbors would point at his backbone and curse his lack of filial respect.

Lin Yuan naturally thought of this as well but didn’t say it out loud. She had seen too many people who cared more about saving face than their own mothers.

"When Xie Zhiyuan heard that his wife wouldn’t even allow his mother through the door for the New Year, he got anxious right away and began to clamor about sending her back home. That’s when he struck a rock with his kick—Ma Xiaoqian just sat down on the spot and started berating Xie Zhiyuan, pointing at his nose. Calling him a moocher, useless—whatever was unpleasant to hear, she said it. And it wasn’t just Xie Zhiyuan, even the neighbors who heard it felt incredibly embarrassed."

"Xie Zhiyuan is still a man, after all. If it had been just the two of them behind closed doors arguing, he might actually have bowed his head and yielded. But the argument spilled into the yard, with the neighbors watching and gossiping. Xie Zhiyuan probably felt his dignity as a man being trampled, and he just stood up to Ma Xiaoqian, even slamming the door and leaving."

"Left?" Mo Sanniang wondered where he could go. The Yamen was already on holiday for the New Year. Could it be to see his mother? Wouldn’t that make Ma Xiaoqian even angrier?

But it turned out she guessed right, Xie Zhiyuan did go to complain to his own mother. Mother and son were both so angry they started cursing, and as they cursed, they actually began to weep bitterly. Their crying was so pitiful, it could be heard even through two households away.

Lin Yuan shrugged: "They had it coming. They had a good marriage and didn’t cherish it, always trying to climb higher. Now they have tasted bitterness, huh, and in the future, they’re sure to face even more hardship!"

With Xie Zhiyuan’s household being dominated by the yin and lacking in yang, trouble was sure to arise sooner or later.