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

Song Xiangmei didn't stop working as soon as she entered the house; she rolled up her sleeves and started working in the kitchen.

After a while of busy work.

Seeing Song Xianghe sitting alone on the bench, she kindly went over and took her hand: "Second sister, don't just sit there, go to the main room to have some candy and tea. Song Qiang bought a lot of candy."

Song Xianghe suddenly swung her arm.

"Stop arguing with me, you're all biased towards Song Xianglan." Song Xianghe's anger burned even brighter.

This time she's back, and she's determined to put Song Xianglan in a superior position once again.

But upon closer inspection, even the poor beggar woman was dressed in brand new clothes, and her face was chubby.

Looking at myself, apart from having an urban household registration and my whole family working, I am actually inferior to these peasants in every way.

In the past, when I went back to my parents' home, I was always the center of attention.

Now, his nephew's wife and niece, along with his honest and simple elder brother and sister-in-law, are all revolving around that shrew, Song Xianglan.

My sense of superiority shattered completely.

It's impossible to pick it up.

Song Xianghe gave a sarcastic snort and glanced sideways at Song Xianglan: "You people are so easily bought off with small favors. Xianglan has money now, but so what?"

Without a man to care for me, the bed is always cold.

As the saying goes, "A spouse is a companion in youth, but a partner in old age is a companion in later years." A woman without a loving and caring partner in her later years, no matter how much money she earns, is essentially living a life of widowhood.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

Song Xianglan was peeling a tangerine. Without stopping, she put a tangerine segment into her mouth, chewed it, and leaned back in her chair, looking very comfortable.

"Second sister, what you said sounds rather sour to me."

Song Xianglan smiled.

"I have money and free time, my children are filial, I can eat whatever I want, and wear whatever I want."

I don't want some old man who smells like an old person, smacks his lips while eating, and snores while sleeping next to me and makes me angry.

This heavenly life is so wonderful, I wouldn't trade it for the Jade Emperor.

Her gaze swept over Old Man Tang, and she clicked her tongue: "Second Sister, since you enjoy serving the old man so much, then you should keep him as a treasure. This hobby is quite unique; most people can't learn it."

"you!"

Song Xianghe was so angry her chest tightened. "What do you know? That's how respectable people live. Unlike you..."

Her eyes darted around, and the vicious words slipped out:

"Yang Dashan would rather keep a mistress than you. You can't stand being cuckolded."

"Snapped!"

Song Xianglan threw the tangerine peel in her hand onto the ground.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

"Song Xianghe".

Song Xianglan stood up and said sarcastically:

"Your precious little grandson. His face is as pockmarked as the surface of the moon. How does his nose and eyes resemble those of your Tang family?"

Your dignified and virtuous daughter-in-law.

She rolled around with some random guy in that dead-end alley on East Street.

They were moaning and groaning so loudly, going at it like a bitch in heat.

"Your youngest son is wearing a cuckold's hat very well."

As soon as these words were spoken, all of the people who had been chatting in the inner room rushed out all at once.

These days, there's not much entertainment.

This kind of sensational gossip with its explicit content is like a bombshell.

"Really? My aunt's daughter-in-law is so arrogant."

"My God, in an alley? That's way too much..."

"I knew that kid didn't look like a member of the Tang family; it turns out he's not born with the right genes."

Everyone started talking at once.

Dozens of eyes swept over Song Xianghe and Old Man Tang like searchlights.

Old Tang's face changed color.

Quickly interrupt:

"Don't spout nonsense! It's the New Year, what rubbish are you talking about? It's all rumors!"

Song Xianglan mocked:

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be fake? Besides, I'm sure I'm not the only one on that street who knows this. Should we ask around and find out?"

"You...you..."

Song Xianghe trembled with anger. "Song Xianglan, you shrew! How could you make up such rotten words?"

I'm never coming back. This is your family home, not mine. I'm leaving now.

She had only taken two steps when her body, in a very honest manner, turned a corner.

They went straight to the octagonal table in the main room, which was covered with snacks.

"Why not eat it if it's free! It's all from my older brother's family."

While cursing and swearing, Song Xianghe reached for the fruit plate.

She didn't pick and choose, grabbing a handful of White Rabbit milk candies and stuffing them into her pockets. Once her pockets were full, she went to grab pork jerky and beef jerky.

Finally, I noticed a whole box of unopened imported biscuits next to it.

He tucked it under his arm and stuffed it into the empty bag he had brought.

Song Qiang's wife, Yang Liu, happened to be bringing in the dishes and, seeing this, couldn't help but whisper a reminder:

"Second Aunt, those cookies are for guests. Song Qiang specially bought them for the elders to try..."

"What kind of guest are you expecting? Aren't I a guest?"

Song Xianghe suddenly turned around and spat in her face.

"Who do you think you are, a mere junior, to dare to interfere in my affairs?"

You snobbish jerk, shut your latrine.

"What's wrong with me taking a little food? This is my older brother's house, I can take whatever I want, what are you, an outsider, showing off for?"

Yang Liu had never been insulted like this before.

She bit her lip, not daring to retort, and silently carried the plate of vegetables into the kitchen, where she sat in front of the stove wiping away her tears.

Sister-in-law Song frowned as she watched from the side.

"Don't make a fuss during the New Year." Brother Song also looked troubled and waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.

It's lunchtime.

There were too many people; the main room simply couldn't accommodate everyone.

Song Qiang and his cousins ​​removed the door panels and set up two large round tables in the yard.

The sun is shining brightly today.

There was no wind, so no one felt cold.

Song Xianghe sat at the main table.

He was initially fuming, but when he saw the dishes, his eyes lit up.

Braised pork belly, steamed fish, oyster omelet, stewed ribs, poached chicken... This table of hearty dishes was even better than what she ate during the Chinese New Year in the city.

The moment Old Tang smelled the wine, his soul almost left his body.

That was the sorghum liquor that Song Xiangdong brought. He usually only drank some loose liquor and had never seen anything like this before.

"Come on, come on, fill it up, fill it up!"

Old Tang poured himself a full bowl of wine, slurped it down, and his face turned red and his neck thickened.

Song Xianghe saw her nephews surrounding Song Xiangdong, toasting him and showering him with flattery.

One moment they're praising Shen Huijun for getting into university, calling her a literary star descended to earth; the next they're praising Xiang Dong for being capable and the pillar of the family.

She felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this and couldn't help but tap the rim of her bowl.

"What's so great about getting into university? You'll just end up working for someone else anyway. My sons, Xiaohu and Xiaojun, have stable, permanent jobs. And you guys aren't fawning over them like this."

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Song Xiangdong served food to Shen Huijun without even glancing at her.

Song Xianghe was left feeling awkward.

My hatred grew even stronger.

She stared at the plate of braised pork in the center of the table, picked up her chopsticks, and reached for it.

First, he piled his bowl full, then without putting his chopsticks away, he rummaged through the plate, pushing aside the lean meat on top and picking out the fatty meat stuck to the broth at the bottom, making a mess of the plate of meat.

"I'm talking about Song Xianghe."

Song Xianglan couldn't stand it any longer and put down her chopsticks. "Are you a tomb raider? Searching for dragon veins and dividing gold by looking at winding mountains?"

You'll find yourself turning this plate of meat over like you've been robbed.

Is this dish a burial site for Qin Shi Huang? Or are you trying to dig out a terracotta warrior from the pork?

"puff--"

Sister-in-law Song almost spat out the mouthful of soup she had just taken a sip of.

He quickly turned his head to cough.

The people around the table, from the oldest to the youngest, all had their faces flushed, their shoulders trembling, wanting to laugh but not daring to let out a sound.

Brother Song had no choice.

All I could do was put on a stern face and try to smooth things over.

"Third sister, how dare you talk to your second sister like that? Eat!"

Song Xianghe glared at Song Dasao and slammed her chopsticks on the table.

"I knew you guys looked down on me. What's wrong with me picking out two pieces of meat?"

I was neglected by my parents growing up; all the good things in the family were always given to you. Can't I even have a little meat?

Brother Song, who had been silent all along, put down his wine glass.

He squinted at her.

"Second sister, that's not a fair way to say it. If your mother hadn't favored you when you were little, would you have been able to marry into the city?"

One must have a conscience.

Even in old age, one must still understand proper etiquette; one doesn't become wise just because one gets old.

"You...so now your whole Song family is ganging up on me, huh!"

Song Xianghe ran to get a soup bowl and rummaged through it, picking at all sorts of meat and vegetables, then went to the younger generation's table and picked at theirs as well. She carried the two overflowing bowls to the kitchen to eat.

The meal ended unhappily.

Song Xianghe had originally planned to stay at her parents' house for one night, but now she had no intention of doing so.

She grabbed the drunken old man and plunged into the kitchen.

"This, this, and this!"

She took a large bamboo basket off the wall, lifted the two freshly killed fish out of the bucket and threw them in, then stuffed in all the fried meatballs and fried pork with vinegar hanging from the roof beam.

Sister-in-law Song stood by and watched, her face contorted with heartache.

But it's not easy to stop them.

The basket was overflowing with cigarettes. With her sharp eyes, Song Xianghe spotted two red cigarettes on the table in her brother Song's room.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she rushed over and grabbed it.

"Brother, do you still have such good cigarettes here? You're just a country bumpkin, why are you smoking cigarettes? It's a waste of good stuff."

"Take this back to my husband, Tang. He's a leader; smoking this makes him look good!"

talking.

She was about to force her way into that basket that was already overflowing.

A hand reached out horizontally.

He pressed down on the two packs of cigarettes.

Song Xianglan stood at the door, looking at her with a half-smile.

"lay down."

"Song Xianglan, what are you doing now?" Song Xianghe shrieked. "I can take my brother's things whenever I want."

"The things from my elder brother were also gifts from Xiang Dong."

Song Xianglan snatched the cigarette back with force, "Your man is picking through scrap at a junkyard, what kind of leader is he?"

In places like that, people only deserve to smoke cheap cigarettes that cost eight cents a pack.

Are you going to let him flaunt his cigarettes among the junk? Or are you going to let him puff away in a garbage dump like a hermit?

Song Xianghe was so angry that she wanted to snatch it:

"Give it to me."

Song Xianglan tucked the cigarette into her bosom and stood in the doorway, saying, "This cigarette is for my elder brother, not for you to take back and pretend to be something you're not."

"Take that basket of leftovers and get out of here. If you utter another word, I'll take the basket away."