Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Seeing their son’s sleeping face, the couple shared a knowing smile. The most blessed in this household was this little one, having never suffered since infancy and loved dearly by his parents and three sisters.

After leaving her parents’ room, Lin Yuan saw Yin Xing at the door holding a lantern for her. This Yin Xing was the round-faced little girl from before. Despite her adorable baby-face, her character was rather formidable; she was decisive and efficient in her work, and even Shui Xian seemed to defer to her.

"Miss, you’ve come out? It’s dark now, let me light your way," said Yin Xing, as she lit the extinguished lantern.

Following behind her, Lin Yuan casually struck up a conversation, "Yin Xing, how long have you been in the General Mansion?"

"I was sold to the General Mansion when I was six," answered Yin Xing sweetly, with a smattering of laughter in her voice that was very endearing.

Lin Yuan was somewhat puzzled, "Sold?"

Yin Xing smiled and nodded, "Yes, my mother died in childbirth with my little brother, and my father chose not to save her for my brother’s sake. Without a mother, life is particularly tough, especially for a girl. The following year, to get a new wife for my brother, my father sold me to pay for the bridal dowry."

Lin Yuan’s brow furrowed unconsciously, setting aside what sort of man her father was, just abandoning his wife in childbirth was despicable!