Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lin Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth, "Hmm, it should be nothing else, just that he was alone and lonely, so I let him join us for the New Year’s celebration. After all, New Year’s would definitely go on till late, and since it’s late, he might as well stay over at our house."

Pfft.

Lin Yuan covered her mouth and giggled, nudging Mo Sanniang with her elbow, and asked somewhat evilly, "It seems like your parents really like this prospective son-in-law, huh?"

The corner of Mo Sanniang’s lips curled up, and even without speaking, the implication was self-evident.

Initially, Lin Yuan had been worried that Mo Sanniang’s parents wouldn’t like Meng Liangdong, given his somewhat pedantic nature and the fact that he didn’t have his own home, which would surely lead to many inconveniences once they were married. However, Meng Liangdong did have his virtues, like being loyal and valuing relationships — unlike that Xie Zhiyuan, who had others waiting for him for years, yet didn’t take it to heart at all, a downright ungrateful wretch.

To get back to the main issue, ever since Rice Flower Fragrance had been burgled, Meng Liangdong had become even more vigilant. He said nothing happened while he was there, so nothing happened. Thus, it could be certain that the theft at the cloth store must have occurred during Meng Liangdong’s time at the Mo family for the festival, which was from New Year’s Eve to the second day of the new year.

Lin Yuan looked around the store again and noticed that the door panel didn’t have any signs of being smashed, nor were there any traces of the doors or windows being pried open. In that case, how did the thief get in? The more she observed, the more it seemed like the thief had a key to the store and just walked in through the front door.

Lin Yuan blinked her eyes, "Sister Mo, let’s report it to the government. Don’t touch anything in the store for now; wait for the government officers to come and conduct a thorough inspection, to see if they can find any clues left by the thief."

"This, Yuanyuan, maybe we should just forget it. Nothing really valuable was stolen from the store, so let’s not report it, okay?" Mo Sanniang started but was cut off when she saw Lin Yuan squinting and tilting her head to look at her. Mo Sanniang’s tongue twisted, and she nervously pursed her lips, "Yuanyuan, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"Sister Mo, stop pretending. If you are so reluctant to report it, could it be that you know something? Perhaps you know who the thief is, right?"

Mo Sanniang paused, her complexion paling slightly.