Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 787 - 098 Getting beaten up, offering incense_4

At the side, Li Feng’e let out a cold laugh, tauntingly saying, "Well, isn’t that a miscalculation? Still hoping to take advantage? Even the old lady sides with them. What a useless thing you are!"

"No one would think you’re mute if you didn’t speak!" Lin Jiaxiao’s heart was already uneasy, and his wife’s sarcasm only added to his irritation.

Li Feng’e rolled her eyes, delighted by Lin Jiaxiao’s embarrassment.

Lin Jiaxin gave Lady Yang a glance, and immediately his eyes began to well up with tears. He gently nodded to her, then took Lady Liu and the children’s hands and entered the mourning hall to light incense for Lin Jianling.

Lin Jiaxin knelt to the ground and heavily kowtowed three times. It was not until after the final kowtow, when his wife and daughters had already raised their heads, that he remained with his forehead to the ground, not lifting his head.

Lady Liu bit her lip, passed little Xiao Yongyan to Lin Yuan, and reached out to pull her husband’s arm, softly comforting him.

Lady Liu’s gentle words in his ear made Lin Jiaxin’s grief even more intense, his sobbing grew louder, and his body started to tremble. Slowly, he could no longer contain his emotions and burst into loud weeping, crying and incoherently blaming himself.

"Oh father, I have been an unfilial son. How could you leave us like this? If I had known you were suffering, I should have listened to the village head and come to see you. Father, sob sob, I am unfilial, so unfilial!"

Hearing her husband’s crying, Lady Liu could not help herself from crying streams of tears, pulling out a handkerchief to fiercely wipe the tears off her face, but no matter how she wiped, they wouldn’t stop flowing.

As Lin Jiaxin and his wife cried, the little Xiao Yongyan in Lin Yuan’s arms also began to cry loudly. Lin Wei and Xiao Linshuang, one silently shed tears, while the other cried loudly. Lin Yuan comforted her little brother while trying to calm Xiao Linshuang, busy to the point of distraction, her own nose beginning to feel sore.

Compared to Lin Jiazhong’s brothers’ mourning, the cries of Lin Jiaxin’s family struck the villagers even more deeply. The women with softer hearts began to wipe away tears, and all the men shook their heads and sighed, feeling pity for the deceased Lin Jianling. Such a good son and daughter-in-law, and he had once been so heartless to cast them out—how foolish!

Seeing her son like this, Lady Yang’s tears fell anew, her feet moved a bit, but ultimately, she did not go to raise her son.

The village head shook his head after glancing at her, signaling with his eyes to his own children, and Da Han and his wife went up to help Lin Jiaxin and Lady Liu to their feet, while Lin Yuan Sisters were helped up by other women.

"Enough, enough, you’ve lit the incense, wept your tears; if there’s anything else, you’d better hurry on your way," Lin Jiaxiao said with impatience, humming under his breath. But upon seeing the stern looks from Lady Yang and the village head, he nervously added, "If not, well, you can sit over there for a while!"

After all, Lin Jiaxin’s family had severed their ties with Lin Jianling, they were permitted to light incense, but they truly had no right to keep vigil beside him. Yet, seeing Lin Jiaxin’s manner, it seemed unlikely that he would leave. Lin Yuan tightened Xiao Yong’s collar and found a spot sheltered from the wind to sit with her two younger sisters, waiting.

Lady Liu was escorted by Da Han’s wife into the group of women. Since mourners needed to be served a meal, naturally the women needed to be busy cooking, and Lady Liu, unable to keep vigil for Lin Jianling, decided to express her filial piety by preparing food on behalf of her husband.

Lin Jiaxin also wanted to join the men in their work, but at this moment, there was nothing much for the men to do but carry the coffin and dig the earth, and they didn’t need him yet. After speaking with the men for a while, he noticed Lady Yang still standing in the same spot, looking intently at him.

Perhaps sensing that her son had spotted her, Lady Yang started, then trembling, she turned to go back inside.

Lin Jiaxin hastened his steps and blurted out, "Mother."

At this call of "Mother," Lady Yang’s nose tingled, and her body shook like chaff.

The women standing by Lady Yang tactfully walked away, leaving this precious moment to mother and son.

"Mother, are, are you alright?" Lin Jiaxin’s voice was hoarse as if grated by sand, causing a pang of heartache in Lady Yang.

She reached out to fiercely blow her nose with her sleeve, but the tears in her eyes kept flowing. At this moment, the tears were not for her deceased husband, but because her son had called her mother again.

"Second son, mother, mother is sorry, so sorry to you and your family," Lady Yang trembled, unwilling to turn back, too ashamed to look at her son, not knowing how to face the good son she had driven out the door herself.