Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

Lin Yuan wasn’t pleased to hear this. She couldn’t control what happened in the ancestral hall, but once back at the General Mansion, there was Dong Qing to bring him clothes. However, it was freezing cold outside now, and surely she couldn’t let him go back wearing only his undergarment! Although the house she was staying in wasn’t very far from the General Mansion, there were still two streets in between them. If he caught a cold, that would be a disaster. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet

"You didn’t even think to wear a shawl when you went out, and now you’re just in this lined outer robe—how can that be right? Your outer robe is torn now so, forget it, just wear these clothes. Although they aren’t fully mended, the rip isn’t big anymore. Just make do with it for the trip back," she said.

After pausing for a moment, Lin Yuan didn’t forget to remind him, "Don’t forget to have Dong Qing fetch you a new one to change into after you get back. How can you wear something torn like that?"

As she spoke, she bit off the thread from the torn clothes. Lin Yuan looked down at the patch she had sewn, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily. Clearly, without the "Diamond Drill," she still insisted on taking on such delicate work!

The stitches were large and crooked, looking just like a giant centipede—ugly as sin!

Lin Yuan gritted her teeth, really wanting to just throw away the garment and not give it to him.

Xia Zheng came over to take a look and finally couldn’t help but let out a laugh, but he dared not laugh too loudly for fear of drawing the maids’ attention outside, which made his stomach hurt from holding it in.

Lin Yuan, her face flushed and neck thickening from Xia Zheng’s laughter, rolled her eyes—and then mischief struck. She stuffed the clothes into her bosom, grabbed her own pink shawl, and wrapped it around Xia Zheng. Before he could react, she quickly tied the ribbon at the neckline into a tight knot.

This effectively made it so that he couldn’t take it off, nor could he easily untie the knot, which left Xia Zheng in a panic. He asked in a hushed voice, "Seriously? You expect me to go back wearing this? No way, no way, if people find out that I, the Second Young Master Xia, am leaving the house wearing women’s clothing, they’ll die laughing! Hurry, take it off! Please take it off, Yuanyuan, sweet Yuanyuan, my beautiful kissable Yuanyuan!"