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

Song Xianglan looked at Qian Hong's pale face.

They didn't continue the topic, after all, that would have been like tearing off the Tang family's face and throwing it on the ground to stomp on.

It's not ready yet.

She turned to look at her second sister, Song Xianghe, feeling genuinely disgusted.

My second sister's life is so different now; she's practically a carbon copy of her former self.

Treating someone else's illegitimate child like a treasure, holding it in the palm of your hand for fear of it melting away.

She was the wife of a man who had an affair, and her second sister was the daughter-in-law who cheated on her son. This whole family are bastards; the green light they're wearing could illuminate half the city.

"Third Sister, why are you in the city at this time?"

Song Xianglan sighed, her face now showing a sorrowful expression.

"My older sister has been feeling unwell for the past six months and keeps having dreams. She dreams that our parents want her to move in with them, saying it's so the family can be reunited and she can take better care of Grandpa and Grandma."

The temperature inside was already low.

These words were spoken.

Song Xianghe couldn't help but shiver; the hairs on her body stood on end.

Although she was competitive with Song Xianglan and stingy, she still had some affection for this honest and simple older sister.

Besides, my eldest sister's family was dirt poor.

The poorest household in the entire village is so poor that there's nothing to compare them to, which only makes their family bond seem even purer.

After all, the difference in levels is too great.

"Well... I have to come and see." Song Xianghe's lips trembled slightly.

Old Tang, who had been silent all along, stood up at this moment.

"I specially bought pig's head meat today. Let's eat dinner quickly."

"Xiao'ou, go and bring out that blue-rimmed bowl from the stove!" Old Tang shouted at his youngest daughter-in-law, Zhao Xiao'ou.

Zhao Xiaogou responded and quickly walked into the kitchen.

Less than a minute later.

Zhao Xiaogou came out carrying the blue-rimmed bowl, her face ashen as if she had swallowed a fly.

Old Tang smiled and took it, placing it in the middle of the table: "Come on, have a taste, this is from a state-owned butcher shop..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

In that large blue-rimmed bowl, there was only brownish broth, with two sprigs of cilantro and a few cloves of garlic floating on top; not even a scrap of meat remained.

Old Tang's smile froze, his expression even more unpleasant than crying.

"Where's the meat? I bought half a pound of pig's head meat. Who ate it?"

The room was quiet.

Tang Xiaobao, nestled in Qian Hong's arms, shrank back, his mouth still glistening with oil, the shiny grease around his lips particularly glaring under the light.

Tang Xiaobao muttered something with a straight face.

"I...I'll just try the saltiness."

Old Tang was so angry his hands were shaking. He pulled him over and slapped him on the bottom. "You ate it all? Are you Pigsy eating ginseng fruit?! You're ten years old, how can you be so insensible?"

Tang Xiaobao let out a loud "Wah!"

She desperately tried to burrow into Qian Hong's arms.

Qian Hong was heartbroken.

She shielded her son with her arms.

He yelled at Old Tang:

"Dad! Why are you hitting the child? He only ate a few pieces of meat."

They're at the age where they're growing, so what's wrong with eating some meat?

That's your own grandson. Even if you don't feel sorry for him, I certainly do.

Song Xianghe couldn't hold back any longer.

"Qian Hong! That's for entertaining guests. If he eats it all by himself, what will everyone else do?"

"Mom, what are you saying? If Xiaobao eats it, he'll grow into the Tang family. Giving it to outsiders would be a waste." Qian Hong rolled her eyes.

Xiao Hu's wife, Zhao Xiao'ou, stood to one side.

Her eyes were red.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Sister-in-law, my children, Daya, Erya, Daqiang, and Erqiang, haven't even smelled the aroma of meat. Your Xiaobao is a precious seedling, while my kids are just weeds?"

Qian Hong snorted coldly:

"That's because you weren't capable of taking it, so who's to blame?"

Song Xianglan tapped the table. "Second sister, let's have a good meal together today, the three of us old sisters. We've bickered and argued all our lives, but in the end, we each have our own suffering."

Song Xianghe wiped away her tears.

No further rebuttal was offered. Today

Tian has completely lost face. Her pitiful sense of superiority in front of her sister has been crushed to pieces by this pig's head meat.

Song Xiangmei squatted on the ground.

They untied the snakeskin bag.

Song Xianglan pointed to the bag and said:

"Second sister, these things are a small token of our appreciation from my brother and sister-in-law, specially for you and your husband."

For the other children and grandchildren, give them a small portion if they are filial.

Those who are unfilial should be made to buy it themselves with their own money.

Qian Hong pursed her lips and muttered under her breath:

"What good things can you find in a remote, impoverished place? Just a pile of junk."

That's what they say.

His eyes, however, were fixed intently on the opening of the bag, as if they were hooked.

Song Xiangmei took out a handful of dried mustard greens that had been sun-dried.

Qian Hong rolled her eyes.

"cut."

He then pulled out a handful of dried cauliflower.

Qian Hong's voice was a little louder.

"cut."

Next came a handful of dried cowpeas.

Qian Hong looked disgusted.

"Pshaw, even pigs wouldn't eat that."

Song Xianglan's hands were a little itchy.

My eyelids twitched twice, but I refrained from making a move.

Followed by.

Song Xiangmei reached down and pulled out an oil paper package.

The fish pieces were fried until golden brown and crispy, and a savory aroma wafted out.

Next up are vegetable dumplings.

Meatballs fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Bright red tortoise cake.

There were also several long chicken rolls.

Not finished yet.

Dried mackerel, dried shrimp, dried oysters, seaweed, and kelp were all placed on the table one by one.

In another bag.

Below is a large bag of pure white rice.

There's also a small cloth bag on top, filled with finely ground glutinous rice flour.

The table was instantly piled high with food.

Song Xianghe's eyes welled up with tears, and a smile finally appeared on her face.

She turned and glared fiercely at Qian Hong.

"You think those two holes on your face are for breathing? And you're acting like a dog, looking down on people. Even a dog would despise you."

Qian Hong looked at the table full of delicious food.

Especially the fried meatballs and dried shrimp, my mouth is watering just looking at them.

These days, this is hard currency!

She immediately put on a smiling face, her chubby cheeks squeezing into a flower shape, and reached out to grab the meatball.

"Oh my, Auntie's struck it rich! Let me help Mom put it away..."

The claw had only extended halfway.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Song Xianglan picked up a cloth shoe and slapped the sole of it hard across Qian Hong's hand.

The back of his hand instantly turned red.

"what!"

Qian Hong screamed in pain and pulled her hand back. "You crazy woman, what are you doing!"

Song Xianglan slapped her across the face again.

"Even when farting, you have to look back to see if there's any poop in your crotch. If there's even a tiny bit, you have to lick it clean and swallow it."

"If you're so capable, why are you looking at our meager earnings?"

The room was deathly silent.

Zhao Xiao'ou looked at Song Xianglan with admiration.

He silently muttered the insult, wishing he could write it down in a notebook. That felt so satisfying!

Qian Hong was so angry that she was trembling all over.

He pointed at Song Xianglan and said "you" for a long time without being able to say anything.

This time, Song Xianghe didn't hold back for her younger daughter-in-law, quickly grabbing all the things at once.

"Get out of the way! This was given to me by my sister."

After saying that, he carried the pile of things into the inner room and locked the door with a "click".

When I came out.

Song Xianghe straightened her back considerably and went to the kitchen to get some rice.

"Xiao Jun's family has already eaten, only Xiao Hu's family hasn't eaten yet. We'll just have a light meal tonight, and we'll treat you properly at noon tomorrow," Song Xianghe said, bringing out a bowl of food.

There was only one dish on the table: stir-fried mustard greens.

Stir-fry shredded radish the same way.

And that bowl of braised pig's head meat with only broth.

Song Xianglan didn't mind, and reached out to pull over the aluminum lunch boxes she had brought, placing them in the center of the table.

With a "click," the lid was lifted.

A rich aroma of meat exploded out instantly, as if it had grown legs and was drilling into people's noses.

The largest lunchbox was filled to the brim with braised pork.

The whole piece of pork belly was bright red and oily, trembling slightly. The chestnuts and shiitake mushrooms were soaked with the meat juices, turning blackish-red.

There was also a lotus leaf package inside an oil paper package.

Three lunch boxes were lined up next to it.

It was all braised pork bones.

There was so much meat on the bones that it was practically falling off, and the dried bamboo shoots were glistening in the broth.

The entire Tang family stared wide-eyed, and a unified sound of swallowing saliva rose from their throats.

The company is not doing well right now.

Even though I'm receiving a salary.

With such a large family to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, those meat coupons would have been used to buy fatty meat to render oil long ago. Who would be willing to eat such a large piece of meat?

Qian Hong looked at the package of meat.

Their eyes lit up with envy, and they quickly grabbed the empty bowl to pick up some meat.

Xiao Bao was even more direct.

He picked up his chopsticks and started poking at the braised pork, shouting, "I want to eat meat! I want to eat big pieces of meat!"

Because he couldn't reach it, he used his buttocks to push himself to the side, almost causing Zhao Xiaogou's daughters, Daya and Erya, to fall over.

"Get out of my way."

Song Xianglan pulled the lunchbox back, slamming her chopsticks on the edge of the table. "Who told you to pick up your chopsticks? Don't you know any manners?"

Xiao Bao was stunned and turned to look at Qian Hong.

"Mom! She won't let me eat meat!"

Just as Qian Hong was about to lash out, Song Xianglan sneered, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it directly into Zhao Xiaogou's daughter Daya's bowl.

"Eat! It's your third aunt's treat!"

Then she added braised pork to the other three children of Zhao Xiaogou.

"You all eat too!"

Finally, she picked up the largest piece of braised pork bone and put it into Song Xianghe's bowl.

"Second sister, second brother-in-law, eat it while it's hot."

Song Xianghe cursed:

"Didn't you eat quite a lot of pig's head meat just now? Just watch us eat, it'll help you digest."

Qian Hong was so angry that her face twisted in anger.

Watching that greasy meat go into someone else's mouth hurt more than cutting off her own flesh.

"Mom! How dare you bully your grandson like this?" Qian Hong shouted at Song Xianghe.

Song Xianghe's mouth was greasy, and her eyes were squinted with satisfaction.

To put it vaguely:

"Xiao Bao has already eaten so much, he'll get indigestion if he eats any more."

Qian Hong's vision went black, and she almost fainted.