Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Qiang's wife was walking along the road, holding the arms of Song Xianglan and Song Xiangmei on either side.

"Third Aunt, did you see Er Ya's chest? It's all wet. That child isn't even weaned yet, and Yu Dawang is already in a hurry to sell her off. He's a real scoundrel."

"A father like that will get his comeuppance sooner or later. Er Ya's personality is also strange; she seems quiet but she's actually quite calculating."

Old Song walked briskly ahead.

Hearing the whispers behind him, his face turned ashen.

He finally felt a little better after the fight today.

We had just entered the courtyard of Old Master Song's house.

Then I smelled a rich aroma of meat.

The families of Song Lao Er, Lao San, and Lao Si all came.

The courtyard was so crowded that there wasn't enough room to turn around.

When Song Laosan and Song Laosi saw their eldest sister Song Xiangmei's haggard appearance, their eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Big sister, why have you become so thin?" Song Laosan went over and grabbed Song Xiangmei's arm.

Not to be outdone, Song Laosi squeezed to the other side:

"Big sister, stay home a little longer. Let me take care of you."

The two brothers were attached to Song Xiangmei like human-shaped pendants.

Song Xiangmei was so thin she was skin and bones.

He was squeezed between his two burly younger brothers.

Like the filling in a sandwich cookie.

Her younger brother, who was quite old, was still acting like a child in front of her, and a smile appeared on her face.

The kitchen was filled with smoke.

Song Xianglan lifted the curtain and peeked inside.

Song Ersao was busy flipping the spatula, and the hot oil in the pan was sizzling.

"Second sister-in-law, bury a few sweet potatoes in the stove. Roasted sweet potatoes are the most fragrant," Song Xianglan instructed.

Sister-in-law Song turned her head and smiled:

"Okay, I'll bury it as soon as this pot of food is done, and I guarantee it'll be oozing sugar and oil."

Song Xianglan retreated to the main room.

Song Xiangmei was holding Song Laoda's hand.

She kept repeating the same few phrases, worrying that her youngest son, Xiaochuan, wouldn't be able to find a wife.

"Brother, Xiao Chuan is the apple of my eye. If he loses his wife, I will die with regrets." Song Xiangmei wiped away her tears anxiously.

Sister-in-law Song frowned as she listened, brushing the dust off her apron.

"Sister, you're so naive. Do you think that Yu family's daughter will be a good wife and mother?"

"That kind of vampire, Yu Dawang, once you're hooked, you can't get rid of him. Finding a girl from a respectable family is better than anything else."

As they were talking.

Song Fei's wife and Song Qiang's wife brought the dishes to the table.

A large pot of braised pork with taro, the pork skin trembling, the taro soaked up all the broth.

Stir-fried chives with pig's blood is tender and glossy.

The old hen soup was simmered until golden brown, with a thick layer of oil floating on top.

There were also large platters of scrambled eggs and shrimp cooked in soy sauce.

A plate of freshly cooked spiced rolls, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The staple food is mustard green rice.

It's mixed with pork cracklings and chopped mustard greens, and the aroma is so enticing it makes your head spin.

Song Xiangmei's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the table full of food.

She wouldn't even dare to have a feast there.

Seeing how well my younger siblings are doing now.

She was secretly pleased.

My eyes started to redden again.

"Wow, the smell of this meat can waft for miles. So, we're all outsiders here? Their meat is meat, but our children are just weeds?"

Lin Ping stormed into the courtyard.

I glanced at the braised pork on the table through the open door.

The greed and jealousy in his eyes were almost overflowing.

She shoved her youngest son, Tudan, forward, yelling, "Look at you, you good-for-nothing! Everyone else is eating fish and meat, did they even give you a bone?"

Tu Dan hung his head and remained silent.

Lin Ping jumped up and down and shouted:

"You biased old hag, I can't live like this anymore. All the benefits go to Song Qiang and Song Fei, while my husband toils in the fields and you all get rich off with your grandma. You're trying to drive our whole family to our deaths!"

"Other people's eldest sons and grandsons live a life of luxury, but in our family, we can only eat coarse food and wild vegetables."

Sister-in-law Song's face immediately darkened.

She held down Song Laoda, who was trying to get up.

He gave a cold laugh.

He rushed straight into the yard.

"Lin Ping, did you smear shit on your mouth? What did you say when you separated the family property? Now you're jealous, where were you before?"

Lin Ping plopped down on the ground.

Slapping his thigh and wailing:

"Good heavens! The Song family is bullying us!"

The divorced aunt has gone back to her parents' home to take charge, stirring up trouble between her and her mother-in-law.

Song Xianglan, you're so capable of making money for outsiders, why don't you take a look at your own nephew?

Song Xianglan didn't want to get angry at the dinner table.

You can hear Lin Ping mention her divorce.

She walked out with a cold face, carrying a bowl of mustard green rice.

In front of Lin Ping, he slowly stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth and then picked up a trembling piece of braised pork.

"Lin Ping, your resentment is so strong that you can even steal work from the little devils now."

Song Xianglan swallowed the meat, her eyes cold.

"I can make whoever I want rich; that's my skill."

Someone as short-sighted as you would only complain that a gold bar fell on your foot.

The eldest son and eldest grandson?

When eating meat, you think of him as the eldest son, but when working in the fields, why don't you think of him as the eldest brother?

Lin Ping was so angry her face turned blue, and she pointed at Song Xianglan and cursed:

"You old hag who got dumped, you can't stand me! What right do you have to interfere in our family affairs?

"Snapped!"

Sister-in-law Song went up and slapped him across the face.

"If you dare to utter another word against my third sister, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

No one needs to lift a finger.

Song Xianglan used to slap him twice.

This stunned Lin Ping, and she immediately became even more agitated.

She grabbed her youngest son, Tudan, and yelled:

"Go! Go to your grandparents and beg for food, beg them to spare your mother's life. If they don't give you meat, you can die in the house!"

Song Fei's wife was quick.

He walked over and grabbed Tu Dan by the collar:

"Sure, if Tudan wants meat, Auntie will give him plenty."

She dragged Tu Dan into the house, placed him on the children's table, and filled a bowl with a heaping bowl of mustard green rice, topped with two large pieces of braised pork.

"Eat! Eat as much as you want." Song Fei's wife closed the door.

Lin Ping stood there, stunned, and her crying stopped abruptly.

She originally intended to use the child as leverage to make a scene, but to her surprise, the other party didn't take the bait at all.

"Why are you locking my son in the house? I want to go in..."

Song Xianglan slapped Lin Ping's contorted face twice across the face.

"You think there's no meat? I'll feed you well now!"

Song Xianglan used all her strength in every blow, causing blood to seep from the corner of Lin Ping's mouth.

"Remember this: Song Rong doesn't go out to make money because he's not smart enough. If you dare to act wildly again, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

Lin Ping was so dizzy from the beating that she felt lightheaded.

I could see double images of Song Xianglan.

The rest of the curse words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.