The Princess of Northern Land

Chapter 153 - 153 153 Further Progress (3)_1

?Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Further Progress (3)_1 Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Further Progress (3)_1 “Farewell for now,” announced Lin Ziyin with grace after respectfully bowing to the women of the household. Then, alongside Lin Changshu, they followed Si Jinhan away.

“That young lady, she is teachable indeed.” The elderly dowager sighed in the room once Lin Ziyin was out of earshot.

“It is just a pity about her status,” the second lady lamented regretfully.

Hearing this, everyone shared in sorrow and regret.

Unconcerned with their opinions of her, Lin Ziyin made her calculations. If she could please the old lady today with her cooking, perhaps Si Jinhan might, out of respect for the old lady, offer his protection to the Lin family in the future.

However, she found herself thinking that maybe it would be better if Si Jinhan didn’t come to the Lin home after all. At least that way, he wouldn’t bring trouble to the Lin family.

In any case, her feelings were a whirlwind of complexity.

Carrying a turmoil of emotions she couldn’t fully understand, Lin Ziyin, with Lin Changshu in tow, accompanied Si Jinhan into the kitchen.

The appearance of the esteemed Third Young Master in the kitchen caused an uproar among the servants.

“This servant pays her respect to the Third Young Master,” one greeted.

“This old servant pays his respect to the Third Young Master,” greeted another.

“This humble servant salutes the Third Young Master,” said yet another.

The kitchen of the Si Family was extensive, a long central area with tables scattered filled with various ingredients. The kitchen was bustling with servants, both old and young, with well over twenty people in total.

All the servants had cheerful smiles on their faces, their eyes reflecting nothing but Si Jinhan.

Apparently, the charming Si Jinhan was highly respected in his home.

Like two insignificant shadows following behind Si Jinhan, Lin Ziyin and Lin Changshu were largely unnoticed.

“Alright, please rise,” Si Jinhan gestured impatiently. “These two are the benefactors of our Young Mistress and Young Master. They are also prominent figures in the bean curd industry. I have specially invited them today to prepare a few dishes for Old Madame. Allot a space in the rear kitchen for them. Whoever they call upon shall assist them. No one dares to show them any disrespect.”

The crowd in the kitchen was taken aback upon hearing this.

The kitchen today was busy for a reason understood by all; apparently, the old lady and the young lady were to entertain these Lin siblings. That these distinguished guests had come to the kitchen themselves, even intending to show off their cooking skills, was totally unexpected.

Some speculate that the Lin siblings must be eager to ingratiate themselves with the old lady, hence their voluntary entry into the kitchen to demonstrate their culinary prowess.

With this thought, these individuals found their impressions of Lin Ziyin and Lin Changshu souring.

The Si family was renowned and powerful, attracting not only low-ranking servants but also many noble merchants seeking favor from the master. The siblings were suspected of playing the same game.

Despite their inner contempt for the Lin siblings, the servants in the kitchen were shrewd and kept a neutral expression.

“Please rest assured, Third Young Master, that we will attend to Miss Lin’s every need,” a sharp-eyed old matron assured him.

“You’re in charge, then. If even the slightest thing displeases her, you all should worry about your heads,” Si Jinhan replied, his tone mildly playful.

However, his words instilled terror in everyone present, and their gaze upon the Lin siblings immediately grew respectful.

“My dear, it’s your turn now. You’ve heard it yourself, I’ve staked my reputation on this in front of my beloved grandmother. Don’t intentionally make trouble for me,” Si Jinhan said jokingly to Lin Ziyin.

“My lord, don’t worry. Since I’ve accepted your silver, I will certainly put in my utmost effort,” Lin Ziyin answered in a calm voice, her gaze steady.

“You’re really no fun,” Si Jinhan muttered, shaking his head as he took his leave.