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

Wu Fei's mother, Granny Lin, pushed the courtyard gate forcefully.

Shen Huijun got up and went to open the door.

Song Xianglan held the bowl and picked up a large mouthful of stir-fried pig lungs and pig tongue with pickled cabbage.

The neighbors around them were salivating from the irresistible aroma. "It smells so good. Shen Huijun is really lucky to have married a soldier king, and even her mother-in-law dotes on her."

"I heard before that when Deputy Regiment Commander Song's mother sent telegrams, she was just scolding him and asking for money."

The food in everyone's bowls no longer tasted good.

The children, in particular, were frowning and listlessly fiddling with their chopsticks.

Everyone stood in the courtyard and on the road outside, holding bowls, chatting and looking around at the Song family's small courtyard in the Heavenly Dynasty.

……

Shen Huijun opened the courtyard gate.

Grandma Lin gave her grandson Gangzi a push, "Hurry up and go inside."

Gangzi kicked Shen Huijun, "You vixen, get out of the way."

Before he could even go inside, Song Xianglan stopped him with her foot. Gangzi, spoiled by Granny Lin, had always been arrogant in the neighborhood.

With wide, round eyes, she said, "Where did this country bumpkin come from? I want to eat meat."

Song Xianglan picked up a piece of pig lung, waved it in front of Gangzi for a moment, then put it in her mouth and chewed. "One bite, and the aroma and flavor of the pork fat all came out. Pig lung must be stir-fried with pork fat, garlic, and chili peppers."

Gangzi couldn't stop drooling.

"Get out of the way."

Song Xianglan hooked his foot, and he was squeezed out of the courtyard gate.

Granny Lin's expression changed, and she forced a smile:

"Sister, my little grandson is a bit naughty, but your daughter-in-law likes him a lot. If you take care of Gangzi often, she might be able to give you a grandson soon."

This child is clever and sensible, but he's a bit greedy.

Children don't eat much, so just give them half a bowl of meat. Any kind of meat is fine; just omit the vegetables and garlic leaves.

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes.

This old woman is even ordering food.

She felt a pang of sadness; her daughter-in-law's excessive gentleness and kindness weren't a good thing. She could only teach Shen Huijun, little by little, to have an edge to kindness and to know how to say no to others.

She stood in the doorway with a look of disgust.

Without giving Shen Huijun a chance to speak, he turned his head and said, "Go back and have dinner with Xiang Dong. Put a bowl of beef bone soup on the table to cool down."

Shen Huijun nodded and went back.

Song Xianglan gave a mocking sneer: "Oh dear. My Huijun can't associate with such an ill-mannered child. She'd rather not have a child like that than have one. She's afraid he'll grow up to be a disgrace to society."

"You insulted my grandson."

"Yeah, I'm talking about your grandson. He can smell the roasting meat from anyone's house and come over; your grandson is more cunning than a dog."

Granny Lin glared angrily at Xianglan.

She was taller and a little fatter than Song Xianglan.

They just start hitting people.

The neighbors who had gathered to watch the commotion exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

"Don't fight."

Song Xianglan dodged with a sidestep, and kicked Lin Pozi hard in the back of the knee.

Granny Lin knelt down in front of the Song family's door.

Song Xianglan sneered:

"This lady is really polite. She knows she's done something wrong by bullying my daughter-in-law, so she came here to apologize. It's good that she admits her mistakes and is willing to correct them; there's still hope for her."

Gangzi was only seven or eight years old.

At that age, when they were most likely to bully the weak and fear the strong, they saw that Song Xianglan had even hit his grandmother.

He cried as he went home and called out to Zhao Xiaoyun:

"Mom! I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

Granny Lin cried out in pain.

He slunk up, only to be met with the mocking and gossipy voices of the crowd.

"Old Lady Lin is begging for food again."

"She just wants meat. She can smell it and follow anyone who's eating meat. She uses the excuse that her grandson wants meat, and the bowl she brings can take away all the vegetables for the day."

……

They were all neighbors in the same residential compound, and most of them felt embarrassed to refuse the children.

But it's a rare treat to eat meat; even my own children haven't eaten much.

Song Xianglan's behavior made everyone feel good; they mocked Granny Lin without restraint.

Those sarcastic words were like a knife piercing Granny Lin's heart.

She turned around, pushed open her own courtyard gate, and walked in, cursing.

Song Xianglan stood at the door of her house.

He shouted loudly at the light that had come on in the room, "Your little grandson keeps calling everyone a vixen. Did you adults teach him that? The old vixen raised a bunch of little vixens, so he thinks everyone else is a vixen too."

"If I hear this again, I'll beat you old foxes instead of the kids."

Zhao Xiaoyun was so frightened that she quickly slipped back.

Shen Huijun, who was carrying a bowl, stood frozen in the courtyard. Only when the wind blew did she realize that there were tears on her face.

It feels so good to be protected.

Song Xiangdong also protected her, but he was rarely home. She silently endured the verbal mockery and bullying all by herself.

Song Xianglan closed the courtyard gate and returned.

"Huijun, go back and eat. Eating in the wind will make you bloated, and the sea breeze will be strong tonight, so don't catch a cold."

"mom."

Shen Huijun was overwhelmed with mixed emotions when she called out "Mom".

The two walked in side by side, as close as mother and daughter, which surprised Song Xiangdong.

He vaguely knew how much his wife had suffered.

"Huijun, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Song Xiangdong gritted his teeth, already planning to challenge Shen Fei to a duel tomorrow.

The onlookers outside also went home.

The core of the discussion wasn't what the Song family ate, but rather Song Xianglan's domineering protection of her daughter-in-law.

Song Xianglan hadn't expected this either.

Just like in her previous life, she quickly became famous throughout the residential compound.

……

After finishing his meal, Song Xiangdong cleaned up the kitchen.

Song Xianglan had long since given up and gone to sleep.

Shen Huijun was in her room, eagerly reading her textbook and doing her exercises.

Song Xiangdong came in and hugged her from behind.

"Wife, time for bed."

Shen Huijun felt the warmth from his hand, and a blush crept onto her fair cheeks. "Mom said we shouldn't rush to have children."

Song Xiangdong's hand paused. "Why?"

Shen Huijun turned around and hugged his shoulder. "Mom said to ask you to go to the hospital to get the small umbrella. She said... the college entrance examination might be reinstated, and she hopes I can get into a good university."

After saying that, she looked puzzled again:

"How did Mom know that I've always regretted not continuing my studies?"

Song Xiangdong had no idea that Shen Huijun wanted to go to university. "I didn't know either. Mom got your books in advance, maybe she thinks it's a waste that you're not studying. When she was young, she was a well-known capable and beautiful woman in the surrounding area."

In the end, she married my father, that self-righteous intellectual.

A woman supported her family with just a butcher's knife; my mother suffered a lot in her life.

The two discussed it for a long time.

Everyone thought that reading was Song Xianglan's deepest desire.

Shen Huijun secretly made up her mind that if the college entrance examination were to be reinstated, she would definitely get into university.

Become your mother-in-law's pride.

……

Song Xianglan's days in the family compound became busy.

I made sweet potato starch noodle soup early this morning, with pork cheek meat and roasted peanuts in it. Finally, I drizzled a spoonful of the essential scallion oil on top.

The fragrance relentlessly assaulted every neighbor's home.

Gangzi next door is crying and demanding meat again.

On the left, a little boy was also leaning against the wall, slurping a rice cake. His dark face had two rosy blushes. He must have spent a lot of time on the beach enjoying the sea breeze.

Song Xianglan took vegetable leaves to feed the chickens and ducks.

She met the little boy's eyes.

The little one held out the rice cake in his hand, "Grandma, have some rice cake."

The little guy is very polite.

Song Xianglan tossed the vegetable leaves into the chicken coop, then walked over and touched his short, stiff hair. "What's your name?"

"Bench".

He was named "Little Stool" because his mother broke a small stool, causing him to be born prematurely. In his past life, he was Song Xianglan's little shadow, and this child was kind to both Song Xianglan and Shen Huijun.

However, after Song Xiangdong died, she didn't know what happened behind the bench.

"I saw the eggs in your pocket," Song Xianglan teased him deliberately.

Xiao Banzheng took the eggs out of his pocket.

"Give it to Grandma."

"How about I treat you to sweet potato starch dumplings?"

Xiao Ban Deng's parents are both from Northeast China, so he had no idea what sweet potato starch balls were.

"Are dumplings any better?"

"It tastes better than dumplings." Song Xianglan lifted him down from the wall and helped him wash his hands.

I served him a bowl of sweet potato starch rice noodle soup.

The little stool was eating with great relish.

Zhao Xiaoyun's voice echoed through the sky. "Shen Fei, why are your eyes swollen? Who hit you?"

Shen Fei and Song Xiangdong returned together.

He entered, covering his face, glaring at Zhao Xiaoyun. "What are you yelling about?"

Song Xiangdong smiled sincerely, "Sister-in-law, your Shen Fei was sparring with me, and I accidentally hit him a little too hard."

Zhao Xiaoyun huffed, "Then you can't slap him in the face."

"I heard someone insulting my wife last night, and it made me so angry. I didn't control my strength well; next time I get angry, I might hit her harder." Song Xiangdong sighed heavily. "Sister-in-law, do you have any good ideas on how to stop my wife from being insulted?"

Zhao Xiaoyun: "..."

Shen Fei: "..."

Shen Huijun, who returned after doing the laundry, was speechless.