Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 782 - 097 Condolences_3

But speaking of Lin Jiaxiao, he was beside himself with rage after his older brother cheated him out of two taels of silver and returned to his room.

Li Feng’e was in the midst of dressing her two sons in mourning clothes and glanced at him coldly, sneering, "You’ve got the guts to do it, but not to admit it? Where’s that viciousness you had when you beat me? A real tyrant at home!"

Lin Jiaxiao couldn’t be bothered with her, and sat morosely on the edge of the kang, absentmindedly pounding his leg. What Lin Jiazhong said was indeed true; not only had he been a hired thug at Chunfeng Building, but he was also involved with a vixen there—the handkerchief Li Feng’e found the other time belonged to that vixen.

Since the last big fight with his wife, she had recklessly returned to her parents’ house, leaving behind their two sons in tears and tantrums. Although Lady Yang helped take care of them, going through the New Year without his wife was laughably shameful.

Therefore, on the second day of the new year, he shamefacedly went to fetch his wife back from her parents’ home. That visit turned out badly, with a beating from his brother-in-law!

Moreover, he was forced by his brother-in-law to swear never to lay a finger on his wife again before he was let go. Consequently, he had to give up his job in the city, and naturally, his liaison with the vixen was cut off as well.

Although Li Feng’e returned with Lin Jiaxiao, the couple’s relationship was far from the closeness it once had. If he had been cheated out of two taels of silver in the past, Li Feng’e would have exploded, but today she showed no anger, and even seemed a bit gleeful at his misfortune. Who asked him to secretly stash away silver? Serves him right!

After a day’s preparation, the family might be late, but somehow they managed to set up the ancestral hall. Due to a lack of sufficient silver, the cheapest wood was used for Lin Jianling’s casket. The furnishings inside the hall were as simple as could be, even less decent than some common families in the village, almost deserving the description of "pitiful."

Seeing such a humble ancestral hall, Lady Yang couldn’t help bursting into tears again. Her husband, who loved his reputation so dearly while alive, faced such an ironic situation in death.

Lin Jiazhong’s brothers could see the simplicity of the ancestral hall as well, but they were helpless because everyone was out of silver.

Although not particularly dutiful, Lin Jian’s sons put their heart into sending their father off on his final journey. During the wake, the two toddlers, barely able to walk, were also dressed in mourning garments and kneeled beside the casket with mourning caps, not understanding the situation at all, their big eyes curiously roving around.

Although Lin Jian had not been the most popular while alive, "death takes precedence over life," and not a few people from the village came to pay their respects.

The elderly village chief came in person to offer incense to Lin Jian, supported by his younger son. With his voice raspy and trembling, leaning heavily on his cane, the old man lamented, "You old man, to think you would just up and leave like this, even if not for your children and grandchildren, at least think about your wife. Ah, it’s cruel to leave her all alone—what’s she to do now."

Glancing at Lin Jiazhong’s brothers kneeling aside, the village chief wished to rebuke them further. Third Uncle Lin and Da Han had already told him everything, and with sons like these, Lin Jian might indeed be better off dead. His death resolved everything, but those living were left to suffer. Lady Yang’s future was undoubtedly going to be even harder.

After spending a little while at the wake, the village chief sat down to one side. His wife was comforting Lady Yang in the back; after this ordeal, Lady Yang was on the verge of collapse. Everyone feared she might not bear it and opt to join her husband in death.

The courtyard was bustling as mourners exchanged words when suddenly silence fell at the entrance. Lin Jiazhong’s brothers found this odd and looked up to see Lin Jiaxin entering with his wife and daughter.

Though they were no longer associated with the Lin family, Lin Jiaxin still brought his family to pay their respects. After all, that was his father; crying at the wake was the least he could do to fulfill his filial duty.

But what they thought didn’t necessarily align with others’ views.

Upon seeing Lin Jiaxin and his family enter, Lin Jiazhong immediately stood up, yelling furiously, "Who let you in here? Get out! What right do you have to be here mourning? A family that’s been kicked out, yet shamelessly putting on an act of the dutiful son! How shameless! Get out, get out!"