Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 829 - 110 Poisoned Person

Following the sound, a man staggered in. His complexion was somewhat pale, and his steps floated uncertainly, no need to ask, it was certainly Young Master An, An Jie, who had been poisoned at the Fragrant Full Building.

An Jie obviously had not fully recovered yet and needed to be supported by someone to walk slowly into the room.

"Jiejie, why have you come out?" Upon seeing the man, An Yixiang’s usually indifferent cheeks flashed with urgency and heartache. She quickly greeted him, taking hold of her son’s arm, and coldly said to the maid assisting him, "Jiejie is still very weak, how could you let him come out?"

The maid chastised lowered her head with a dimmed gaze.

An Jie quickly grasped the maid’s hand and said to An Yixiang with a smile, "Mother, don’t blame Yanyan. It was I who insisted on coming over when I heard that the Fragrant Full Building had sent people."

Fearing that An Yixiang would utter more reproachful words to Luomeiyan, An Jie quickly changed the subject, "These two, are they the Boss of the Fragrant Full Building?"

Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng both nodded slightly, having not anticipated that An Yixiang, such a strong-willed woman, would dote on her son to such an extent. Indeed, even a tiger would not eat its cubs.

An Yixiang was about to dismiss them when An Jie arrived. She disliked them, but it didn’t seem right to send them away anymore, especially not in front of her son.

"Jiejie, you’re still very weak. Let mother handle these matters. You should go back and rest, ah!"

An Jie smiled and shook his head, "Mother, I’ve lain in bed so many days and thought about many things. I’ve felt that there are many strange aspects to the matter of my poisoning. Now that I have the opportunity to meet the Boss from the Fragrant Full Building, please let me talk with them."

An Yixiang could be ruthless to anyone, but she just couldn’t be so with her children. She sighed and let him have his way.

An Yixiang pursed her lips and was about to sit down in her chair when she noticed her son looking at her meaningfully. She frowned and compromised weakly, "Alright, mother won’t listen in on your conversation. I’ll go check on the wine shop. You talk!"

As she passed by An Jie, An Yixiang’s gaze was stern, "Take good care of Jiejie."

Luomeiyan, with her gaze cast down, nodded submissively, "Yes, mother."

After An Yixiang left, Lin Yuan keenly noticed An Jie affectionately pinching Luomeiyan’s small hand. Luomeiyan looked up and smiled, shaking her head.

It had to be said that Luomeiyan was indeed a very submissive wife. It was just unfortunate that she had encountered a mother-in-law like An Yixiang. Truly, she deserved sympathy.

Having dispatched An Yixiang, An Jie, supported by Luomeiyan, sat across from Xia Zheng and Lin Yuan, smiled weakly and said, "My apologies for making a spectacle of myself. Please forgive me."

An Jie indeed appeared different from An Yixiang, coming across as much more approachable.

"Not at all. We from the Fragrant Full Building should be the ones to apologize to Young Master An," Lin Yuan said with a sincerely apologetic smile. "If I may ask, how are you feeling now?"

An Jie laughed dismissively, "It’s nothing serious. I just felt some nausea, but nothing else too troubling. Mother is making a mountain out of a molehill. I was actually worried that Mother would trouble Shopkeeper Wu, but seeing that he is alright, I’m relieved."

An Jie smiled amicably and apologetically at Shopkeeper Wu, who, taken aback, responded with a sheepish laugh.

Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng exchanged glances, growing in admiration for An Yixiang, as An Jie was still oblivious to the fact that Shopkeeper Wu had been locked in prison. It seemed An Yixiang really did a great job protecting her son.

As they were speaking, the maids had already served the tea.

Lin Yuan received the tea and noticed that An Jie had none. Just as she thought that his weak condition precluded him from drinking tea, she saw Luomeiyan personally hand him a teacup, softly saying, "You’re still very weak. I didn’t add too much chrysanthemum. Try it and see if you like the flavor."

An Jie smiled warmly, took the cup, sniffed it, and said, "How fragrant," before gently sipping from it. The treasured way he held it was as if he wasn’t holding a cup of Chrysanthemum tea but as if it were Jade Dew Nectar bestowed by the Queen Mother of Heaven.

Driven by curiosity and a keenness for good food, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but ask, "Young Master An, what tea are you drinking that smells so good?"

An Jie laughed, "This is the Chrysanthemum tea personally brewed by my wife. She also grew the chrysanthemums in our yard. If the Miss likes it, I’ll have my wife brew you a cup, how about that?"

Pondering something, Lin Yuan set down her Longjing tea and nodded, "Then I’ll trouble Madam An."