The beloved but ungrateful girl is reborn: This time she has truly changed.

Chen Hongxia nodded: "Okay, I'll have your dad tidy up your bicycle."

Just then, Qi Chou's deliberately cheerful voice rang out: "Dinner's ready!"

Lunch is ready.

The braised pork belly is glossy and reddish-brown, tender and flavorful;

Pork ribs stewed with green beans, the broth is rich and flavorful;

The braised carp smells wonderful.

There was also a plate of stir-fried eggs with garlic sprouts, the yellow and green colors looking very tempting.

Three dishes and a soup filled the table.

In the 1970s, this was an extravagant feast, like celebrating the New Year.

Qi Chou picked up the largest piece of braised pork for his daughter, and then picked up a piece of fish belly meat, carefully removing all the bones before putting it in her bowl: "Eat more, Weiwei, look how thin you are."

Chen Hongxia also served her a bowl of pork rib soup: "Drink the soup first to warm your stomach."

Qi Weiwei lowered her head and ate her food.

The braised pork melts in your mouth, its rich aroma is irresistible, it's the taste of her memories.

The pork ribs were stewed until they fell off the bone, and the green beans absorbed the broth so well that they were even more fragrant than the meat.

The fish was fresh and tender, and the eggs were smooth and tender...

She ate slowly and carefully, bite by bite.

Her parents kept putting food on her plate, but they ate very little themselves.

Qi Weiwei knew that they wanted to save the best for her.

"Dad, Mom, you eat too." She put a piece of meat on her parents' plates.

Qi Chou ate it happily, but Chen Hongxia put the meat back into her daughter's bowl: "Mom doesn't like fatty meat, you eat it."

Qi Weiwei did not refuse again.

She knew that refusing was useless; her parents would always find a way to give her the best.

This meal took a long time to finish.

The three of them didn't say much, just ate quietly, but the atmosphere was so warm it made you want to cry.

After dinner, Qi Weiwei insisted on washing the dishes, and Chen Hongxia didn't stop her, but just stood by and talked to her.

Halfway through washing, Qi Weiwei suddenly remembered something and asked to confirm, "Mom, my household registration is still at home, right? It hasn't been moved, has it?"

"Yes, I am," Chen Hongxia said. "When you got married, the Tang family said you didn't need to transfer your household registration, so it hasn't been done."

Qi Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Large withdrawals require a bank account.

Actually, in her previous life, she had made a scene because Tang Aijun kept delaying the transfer of her household registration.

Looking back now, I suppose Tang Tiantian wouldn't have agreed.

However, this is wonderful.

After the divorce, she can directly transfer her household registration back without needing the Tang family's consent.

Also, we must get Grandpa's little courtyard back!

Drive away the whole nest of snakes and rats!

After washing the dishes, Qi Weiwei went with her parents to the bank across from the residential area.

The young female teller was an acquaintance, and she clicked her tongue in admiration, "Aunt Xia, this young lady of yours is quite something!"

The family of three remained silent.

Qi Weiwei knew people would talk like this, but she didn't care.

The prodigal son has returned.

Qi Chou pushed his bicycle: "Weiwei, let's hurry up and leave, or we'll be late."

This old bicycle is the one with the bent crossbeam.

In her past life, after her father forcibly rode away with his new car and gave it to Tang Aijun, her father had no choice but to take the old car to the forging workshop and have the master craftsman smash it a few times.

It's rideable now.

Chen Hongxia thought for a moment and said, "How about we have your dad take you?"

"No need, Mom. Dad just finished his night shift and needs to rest," Qi Weiwei said. "If I go alone, I'll be less noticeable. Besides... I should also go see Grandpa and Grandma."

She hadn't visited her grandparents in a long time.

In her past life, she always felt that her grandparents lived in the suburbs, which was far away and inconvenient.

Actually, she didn't want to listen to her grandparents' advice to "stay away from the Tang family."

Looking back now, I realize that my grandparents had long seen through the Tang family's true colors, but she just wouldn't listen.

She couldn't stand hearing a single bad word about Tang Aijun.

Chen Hongxia checked the time: "It's a little past two o'clock now. If you go, you have to be back before dark. Hurry, let's leave now!"

"Be careful on the road," Chen Hongxia instructed. "Ride slowly and watch your bike. When you get to Grandpa's, be mindful of the time you spend talking, don't be late. There's food left for you at home!"

"Okay, Mom." Qi Weiwei got on her bike and waved to her mother.

The wind was cool in the late autumn afternoon, and it felt biting on my face.

She pedaled her bicycle, her bag in the basket, through the familiar streets.

She remembered the way to the suburbs.

When she was little, long before her grandparents moved into the courtyard where she now lives, her father would often take her to their old house on his bicycle. She would sit on the front bar and sing songs all the way.

Back then, the roadsides were farmland, but now there are factories and dormitories.

After riding for nearly an hour, I finally saw the old, dilapidated area of ​​bungalows.

The courtyard where my grandparents live is at the very back; it's a small, detached house.

But the house is very old; the roof tiles are incomplete, and large sections of plaster have peeled off the walls.

The courtyard wall was made of adobe, and a corner of it had already collapsed.

Qi Weiwei stopped at the gate of the courtyard, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart.

Grandpa and Grandma were living happily in the new courtyard.

All because Tang Aijun said, "I like this courtyard, and I want our child to grow up here. Weiwei, go ask for it. Grandpa and Grandma love you the most, they'll definitely give it to you."

My grandfather was the former director of the steel rolling mill and the chief engineer before he retired. The factory offered him an apartment building, but he refused it and instead moved into the courtyard that Tang Aijun and his group occupy now. It was just renovated and they have been living there for less than a year.

But as soon as Qi Weiwei spoke up, he immediately gave her the courtyard in the city to get married, and moved back to the old courtyard in the suburbs with his grandmother.

In her past life, she never felt there was anything wrong with this.

Tang Aijun said, "Grandpa and Grandma like quiet, so living in the suburbs is perfect; it's close to nature." She believed him.

Looking at this dilapidated courtyard now, she realized how much of a bastard she had been.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the courtyard was quiet.

There was a persimmon tree in the corner. Its leaves had almost all fallen, but a few bright red persimmons, like little lanterns, were still hanging on the branches.

Coal briquettes and firewood were piled under the eaves, and a few old clothes hung on the clothesline, fluttering in the wind.

"Grandpa? Grandma?" Qi Weiwei called out.

The door to the main room opened, and an old woman with completely white hair peeked out.

It was Grandma Wen Sumei.

Upon seeing Qi Weiwei, Grandma was first taken aback, then her face lit up with a delighted smile: "Weiwei? What brings you here?!"

She walked out quickly, still wearing an apron and holding a broom for scrubbing pots.

Grandma was thinner and more hunched over than when I last saw her, but she was in good spirits.

"Grandma." Qi Weiwei's nose tingled with emotion.

"Come in, come in!" Grandma pulled her hand and led her into the house, calling out as she went, "Old man! Your darling is here!"

Grandpa Qi Dayou came out from the inner room.

He was wearing a faded blue Zhongshan suit, a pair of reading glasses, and holding a book in his hand.

His eyes lit up when he saw his granddaughter, but he quickly put on a stern face: "So you still know to come? I thought you'd forgotten about your grandparents."

That's what she said, but the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

Qi Weiwei knew her grandfather's temper; he was stubborn but soft-hearted.

She walked over and took her grandfather's arm: "Grandpa, Grandma, I missed you."