Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Chapter 802 - 102 My home!_2



Xia Zheng was amused by Lin Yuan’s fierce expression, as if she was watching a good show, and no longer felt jealous. He burst into laughter and said, "Right, master should also show him a bright path. Since his name is Chen Shimei, and he’s the most beautiful in the world, then he should go and enjoy life properly in the male brothel. The men and women there are the ones who truly cherish and love him!"

Lin Yuan was about to step into the courtyard when she heard Xia Zheng’s words and snorted with laughter. Alright, when it comes to sharp tongues, this guy still takes the cake.

Inside the house, Lin Jiazhong was still supporting his waist, motionless as he listened, and couldn’t help but curse out, "Truly a pair of black hearts! No wonder they call her Little Disaster Star, cursing others like that, such a ruthless and vicious person!"

Lin Jiazhong had gotten so angry that he failed to control his volume, and the cursing was overheard by the black-hearted pair outside.

Lin Yuan stopped in her tracks and shouted into the house, "Who’s there?"

The voice just now wasn’t Aunt Chen and her husband’s. Had an outsider come into this courtyard? But who could it be? She had just met the old village chief yesterday and hadn’t heard him mention selling this courtyard to anyone else.

Xia Zheng had heard it too and already had an inkling of who it was. He moved forward to stand by Lin Yuan’s side, fearing the man inside meant no good and might harm Lin Yuan.

Lin Jiazhong instantly regretted his words after cursing and quickly covered his mouth. When he heard Lin Yuan asking, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But then he thought, why should he hide? He hadn’t stolen or robbed anything. Was it just because he was living a life of poverty that he couldn’t face that Little Disaster Star?

With that in mind, Lin Jiazhong straightened his back, dusted off the dirt on his clothes, and disdainfully tossed the two sticks of wood he had just picked up aside. As he walked out, he grumbled, "I have land and a house, what do I need these broken sticks for? I’m not afraid of you, Little Disaster Star. I may not be as rich as you, but I still have my pride!"

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