Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 839 - 112 Unwelcomed in-laws_2

Lin Yuan fixed her gaze, and although the old lady in front of her had even grayer hair, more wrinkles, and a more hunched back, she could still recognize her as Aunt Chen, who had lived next door to her family for many years.

"Auntie!" Lin Yuan was both surprised and excited, quickly taking two steps towards her.

Aunt Chen also choked up with emotion, dropping the broken straw fan she was holding onto the ground, with some of the leaves falling off the fan.

"Da Ya, Da Ya, is it really you?" Aunt Chen, with tears streaming down her face, clutched Lin Yuan’s arms, sobbing with excitement.

"Auntie, it’s me, it’s me!" Seeing the woman in front of her, who had clearly aged several years, Lin Yuan felt a deep ache in her heart.

By this time, Aunt Chen was too choked up to speak. In this unfamiliar place, being able to see Lin Yuan again, she felt like she was seeing her own family and just wanted to embrace her and pour out all the sorrows in her heart.

"Auntie, how did you end up here?"

After calming her emotions, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but ask.

Aunt Chen wiped away her tears, sobbing so much that her lips trembled, she sighed, "Ah, it’s all because of that ungrateful son."

Although she cursed the ungrateful son, Aunt Chen didn’t harbor much resentment; after all, he was her own flesh and blood, and no matter how unfilial, she couldn’t bear to scold him.

Lin Yuan could guess the story and said coldly, "Is it Brother Zhuzi? It must be Wang Qiaoyun, isn’t it? Does she refuse to acknowledge you as in-laws, thinking that you’re from the countryside and that you disgrace her?"

Aunt Chen shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, Da Ya, your auntie is fine, don’t worry. We’re just not used to living in such a nice house and insisted on moving out ourselves. Look, Qiaoyun still comes over every three days to bring us clothes and food!"

Lin Yuan bit her lip and glanced at the clothes Aunt Chen was wearing, which showed obvious signs of alteration, making it clear they used to not fit and that Aunt Chen had altered them herself.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan remembered Lv Liu holding that big bundle and her conversation with the young servant; it turned out that the poor people Lv Liu was helping were Aunt Chen and her husband.

"Auntie, where is Uncle?" Lin Yuan had talked with Aunt Chen for quite a while but hadn’t seen Old man Chen come out to argue, which wasn’t like him at all.

Aunt Chen’s eyelids flicked toward the house, and she said with a pained heart, "Your uncle, he’s not acclimated here and has fallen sick; he’s lying in the house right now."

As she was speaking, Aunt Chen suddenly cried out and ran towards the small dark room behind her, "Oh, I still have medicine simmering!"

So Aunt Chen had been simmering medicine in the kitchen before!

Lin Yuan followed her in and saw the so-called kitchen – small and dark, with no stove, only a little charcoal burner that was missing a chunk, and it was unclear where they had scrounged it from.

While fanning the charcoal burner with the broken straw fan, Aunt Chen hurried Lin Yuan out, "This place is filthy, go sit outside for a while; your auntie will be out soon."

Lin Yuan reluctantly squeezed out a smile and quietly stepped back, knowing that if she insisted on staying in the kitchen, Aunt Chen would feel even more heartache.

Other than the two rooms and a small kitchen, Aunt Chen’s little courtyard had nothing else. The yard wasn’t large, with only a small stone table in the middle, no benches, and the only two so-called seats were made from broken tiles they picked up outside.

Lin Yuan bit her lip, wondering if Chen Zhu had ever visited his parents here and what his thoughts might be if he had.

In not too long, Aunt Chen came out beaming with joy, holding two bowls for eating, "Come, Da Ya, have some water! You’ve come from so far to see your auntie, and I don’t have much to offer you, so, just make do with a bowl of water."

Lin Yuan happily accepted the bowl and chided, "Auntie, you’re being too formal; what’s all this talk of ’hosting’? The water you’ve given me is the sweetest I’ve ever had in Yecheng."

Knowing Lin Yuan was just trying to cheer her up, Aunt Chen opened her mouth to laugh, but as she laughed, her eyes began to well up again. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Lin Yi stood quietly to one side, taking a sip of the water Aunt Chen had brought him, not finding anything special about it.

Knowing that Old Chen detested her, and she didn’t like that snobbish old man either, Lin Yuan still asked about his condition.