Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Anyway, I won’t have to put up with my sons’ faces later on, so Lady Yang let out the anger she had been holding back and kicked over the small stool she had just been sitting on. The stool rolled noisily to the middle of the room, right under the feet of Li Feng’e, who was making the most fuss.

Li Feng’e let out a cry, and angrily blurted out, "Who? Who dares to hit me with a stool!"

Lady Yang glanced at her leisurely and said, "I just said that whoever makes the most noise, I will live with them. Looks like you from Laosan’s house are inviting me to spend the rest of my days with you, aren’t you?"

"I certainly am not!" Li Feng’e blurted out, glanced sheepishly at everyone present, and shut her mouth, sitting down without speaking further.

Feeling Lady Yang’s gaze, Lin Jiazhong swallowed awkwardly and coughed, "Well, let’s continue the discussion about where Mother will live. So, Mother, if you’re not staying in the North Room, where do you plan to live?"

Lady Yang sneered, "Where to live? You all figure it out. If it doesn’t work out, just buy me a house in the village. I won’t live with you anymore. Seeing how you all behave just makes me angry!" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt

All the sons and daughters-in-law rolled their eyes impatiently. This old hag really stiffened her back, even asking them to buy a house. Do they think houses are brought by the wind and can be bought just like that?