Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lin Yuan flashed an innocuous smile and waved at him, even causing the fellow to flee as if his feet never touched the ground.

"Hmph, serves him right!"

With a sneer, Lin Yuan had not yet set out in search of Ma Xiaonan when she heard Ma Xiaoqian’s slightly sharp voice: "Xiaonan, how come you’re walking with this little country girl? Don’t you know she has a grudge with me?"

"Cousin, Miss Lin is really nice, don’t say that..." Ma Xiaonan apologetically glanced at Lin Yuan and anxiously tried to explain to her own cousin.

Alas, Ma Xiaoqian was simply a woman with an even smaller mind than a needle’s eye, impervious to any persuasion. She snorted coldly, grabbed Ma Xiaonan’s hand, and walked away: "Come with your cousin, don’t bother with that obstreperous shrew!"

"Cousin!" Ma Xiaonan frowned, attempting to retract her hand, but the more she tried, the tighter Ma Xiaoqian gripped.

Helpless, Ma Xiaonan could only let Ma Xiaoqian pull her away, unsure how to explain to Lin Yuan, she could only turn back and look at her with apologetic eyes.

Lin Yuan was speechless toward Ma Xiaoqian, who’d snatched someone’s husband and even driven out the mother-in-law, calling her the shrew. Didn’t she think about her own self? Ma Xiaoqian’s notorious reputation as a wicked daughter-in-law had already spread throughout West Street; whenever her name came up, no one could resist shaking their heads.