Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

In fact, Lin Yuan felt uncomfortable not because of those ten taels of silver, but because of her parents. These days, she had been working hard in town. Although she remembered the lessons of her previous life and visited her parents whenever she could, she didn’t know when it started, but their family didn’t seem as close as before. Even her own father had to be extremely careful with spending money, fearing that his daughter would get angry. This was not the life she wanted; she wanted her family to live in harmony and happiness.

"Mom, there’s something I want to tell you," Lin Yuan bit her lip, glanced at Lin Jiaxin in the room, and pulled Lady Liu aside to whisper a few words in her ear. At the end, she asked, "Mom, do you think I should tell Dad about this?"

Lady Liu had not expected Lin Yuan to have already sought out Lao Fan. Moved and relieved, she couldn’t help but feel she had worried too much. How could her own daughter grow estranged from them over a few taels of silver?

"Ah, it’s all fate," Lady Liu sighed and shook her head, saying, "Go on, in fact, your dad, he probably guessed the outcome already."

Lin Yuan turned her head to look at Xia Zheng behind her and silently entered the room. After meeting Da Han, she had guessed that Lin Jianling wouldn’t last much longer, and she wasn’t planning to intervene. If it hadn’t been for Xia Zheng’s persuasion, she wouldn’t have cared about the old man’s life or death. After all, she was not the real Lin Yuan, and that old man was not her real grandfather.

She still remembered what Xia Zheng had said, "You may not acknowledge this grandfather, but your dad can’t deny his own father. If you stop him now, I believe your dad won’t blame you, but he will blame himself, regretting that he didn’t do anything. Do you want your dad to live the rest of his life in self-reproach?"

For Lin Jiaxin’s sake, Lin Yuan had found Lao Fan. Who would have thought that as soon as Lao Fan heard it was about Lin Jianling, he immediately refused, saying, "When that worthless grandfather of yours had a stroke, it was I who pulled him back from the Ghost Gate. I could pull him back once, but not a second time. Don’t waste your time here with me. Your grandfather has done well to last this long; his time has come."

If even Lao Fan said so, there was no hope from anyone else.