Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 783 - 097 Condolences_4

Lin Jiazhong’s sudden roar startled Xiao Yongyan in Lady Liu’s arms, causing the child to burst into tears immediately. freewebnøvel.com

Lady Liu’s face turned pale as she soothed the child in her arms. Lin Yuan narrowed her eyes and glared at Lin Jiazhong. If it weren’t for Lin Jiaxin’s sake, they wouldn’t have bothered coming to the Lin Family Old House. Although they were no longer related by blood, they were still from the same village, so paying their respects was justifiable.

Besides, when Lin Yongle died, they had given condolence money; if Lin Jiazhong really wanted to cut ties, why hadn’t he returned the money at that time? Today, without wearing mourning clothes, they came merely as fellow villagers to offer condolences, but Lin Jiazhong was displeased, which was truly laughable.

"Eldest brother, we, we are here to offer incense for Old Master Lin," Lin Jiaxin’s voice was a bit hoarse from crying, "Even though we have no more relations, at the very least we’re from the same village. Offering incense is not overstepping bounds, right?"

Seeing once his own brother lash out at his family, Lin Jiaxin’s temper also flared up; if not for himself, he couldn’t let his wife and children be subjected to such treatment. He had only wanted to offer incense, nothing more.

"Offer incense?" Lin Jiazhong sneered mockingly, clearly doubtful of Lin Jiaxin’s words: "Do you think I’m a fool? You never visited before, but now that the old man is dead, you show up. Do you think the Lin family is now without a leader and you want to take advantage of that? Hmph! Isn’t your family very wealthy now? How come? Such a wealthy Boss Lin, yet you still fancy our Lin family’s dilapidated houses and those broken pieces of land; should we be touched and grateful for your kindness?"

Lin Yuan frowned. Lin Jiazhong used to be different, now he was talking about property as if he were more of a merchant than she was.

Lin Jiaxiao, on the other hand, rolled his eyes, stepped in front of his eldest brother with a very haughty tone: "Eldest brother, you got it wrong. They’re living in a big house with red bricks now, who would fancy our rundown houses? Besides, even if they really fancied them, we could just sell to them. But, we have to negotiate the price, we can’t simply sell off our father’s legacy without consideration."

The words of Lin Jiaxiao only caused further disdain among those present, leading to murmurs and pointing, utterly contemptuous of the two brothers’ action.

Lin Yuan’s family understood; their two brothers didn’t stop them from offering incense and prayers because they had severed ties—it was an attempt to extort silver.

Lin Yuan scoffed, about to stand up and berate the greedy duo, when her father, unable to contain his rage, accused, "Lin Jiazhong, Lin Jiaxiao, I respect you, even addressing you as eldest and third brothers, but don’t push your luck. How you treated me at home doesn’t matter, but now that we’re no longer related, what right do you have to shout at us? Besides, my coming to mourn today is only out of the fact we both live in the Lin family hollow. For you to shamelessly demand silver, pfft, have you no conscience?"

Lin Jiaxiao, who had always been a bit simple and slow-witted, was taken aback by his suddenly ruthless second brother, standing there dumbfounded, unable to say a word. Toughness might work for Lin Jiaxiao, but reasoning was beyond his capability.

Lin Jiazhong was even less articulate than his brother. Chastised by Lin Jiaxin and green with anger, it was normally he who scolded the second brother—how had the tables turned today?

Stamping his foot in rage, Lin Jiazhong could only say, "Get out! My father is dead, and as the eldest son, I make the decisions! I won’t let you offer incense, I won’t let you enter! Just get out! Get out!"

Lin Jiaxin glared back at him, even if he wasn’t allowed to offer incense today, he needed to get the words off his chest.

He glanced at the onlooking villagers and said coldly with a raspy voice, "Eldest son? Ha, it’s shameless of you to say such a thing. Since you are the eldest son, when father was paralyzed in bed from a stroke, did you ever get a doctor for him? Did you ever help with his toiletry needs for even a day? On the day father’s illness worsened, did you go to town to summon a doctor for him? Tell me, as the eldest son, have you really been up to the task?"

These things were all brought up by the former village head, who had advised him to visit Lin Jianling. However, Lin Jiaxin didn’t agree, considering the feelings of his wife and daughters. After all, he believed his brothers wouldn’t really mistreat the elderly—it was, after all, their father.

But only now, with Old Master Lin dead, did he believe that his eldest brother was no longer the brother he knew. He was so cold-blooded, indifferent, negligent to their own father’s struggles with illness, watching as he suffered without a care. Such a son, still presumptuously calling himself the eldest, making the decisions—Lin Jiaxin found it utterly embarrassing for him!

Lin Jiaxin’s accusations were not without reason, hitting the nail on the head, rendering Lin Jiazhong’s brothers speechless, their faces flushed with shame.

Meanwhile, Lin Yongcheng, who had been kneeling with his head down the whole time, suddenly lifted his head and snorted coldly, "Look at you, acting so high and mighty. As if you as a son have done your filial duty. If you were really filial, why did you sever ties with Grandfather in the first place? Now that Grandfather is dead, you come to play the dutiful son and criticize others for their lack of filial piety. Easy for you to say, standing there without aching joints!"