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

As soon as Song Xianglan and her group pushed the car into the yard, before they even entered the main room, they heard Song Xianghe's strange, sarcastic voice coming from inside.

"Third Sister is now a big shot with a lot of important matters to attend to, and she's very arrogant."

If you don't come, all of us in this room will go hungry.

My sister-in-law insists on waiting for her to arrive before she'll cook; anyone who didn't know better would think she was some high-ranking official.

The room quieted down for a moment.

Song Qiang's wife's fiery voice exploded:

"Second Aunt, I don't like hearing that. You just ate a whole plate of cookies, cakes, and egg rolls by yourself, and it all went into the dog's stomach?"

A suppressed laugh came from inside the room.

Song Xianghe felt as if her tail had been stepped on.

Raise the volume:

"I'm your elder, what's wrong with me eating a couple of your pastries? Besides, what good are those dry things? They're hard to swallow."

"You pocketed a handful of stuff that wasn't good?"

Song Qiang's wife didn't give him any face at all, "Alright, Auntie, I'm just being straightforward, please don't take it personally."

The words were an apology.

His tone was full of barbs.

Song Xianglan's lips twitched as she heard this.

He strode across the threshold, carrying his things.

"How can it not be good food? Others wouldn't even get to eat this." Song Xianglan put the food on the octagonal table and glanced at Song Xianghe's flushed face.

"Since you're so disgusted with it, just watch the meal and don't touch it, so you don't choke."

Everyone in the room looked over.

Sister-in-law Song saw that Song Xianglan had arrived.

As soon as a smile appeared on his face, he quickly came forward to greet her.

"Please sit down, please sit down, and have some hot tea."

Song Xianghe rolled her eyes.

His gaze swept over the pile of gifts.

Two bottles of Moutai liquor.

Two Chinese characters.

There was also a large bag of orange-red cakes and unopened snacks.

This comparison.

The two cans of oranges she placed on the corner of the table looked both shabby and ridiculous.

Song Xianghe felt a pang of jealousy.

But he wouldn't let it go:

"The third sister is only generous to her eldest brother and sister-in-law. She only goes to her eldest brother's place all year round, but she never goes to her other brothers, sisters-in-law, or sisters-in-law."

You can't be so snobbish. They're all your own siblings; you can't let them down.

Song Qiang's wife moved the two cans of oranges to the side to make room for the Moutai.

Upon hearing this...

He mentioned it with a half-smile:

"My second aunt brought back two cans of food, which didn't disappoint anyone."

"This canned food is definitely something special."

Song Xianglan chimed in, casually picking up the peaches, examining them, and then putting them down. "They're probably the same variety as the Queen Mother of the West's peaches of immortality. Eating them grants eternal life. Otherwise, why would Second Sister bear to part with them?"

Several younger people around couldn't help but chime in.

He burst out laughing.

Song Xianghe's face turned a deep purplish-red, and she pointed at Song Xianglan's nose, cursing:

"Song Xianglan, stop with your sarcastic remarks. You think you're something just because you have a few bucks."

I value family ties, but you only care about money. You never come to my house all year round; you're always fawning over the powerful and belittling the weak.

"I'm not familiar with you at all."

Song Xianglan pulled Song Tingting and Shen Huijun to sit behind her and coldly replied, "Your family has too many different ethnicities and too many complicated relationships. I'm afraid I'll get a sty if I go there and it will upset me."

These words were spoken.

The air in the room froze instantly.

Who doesn't know what kind of trouble Song Xianghe's precious wife, Qian Hong, has caused?

Song Laosan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but speak up.

I lit a cigarette.

He coughed and asked:

"Second sister, Tang Jun and his wife aren't divorced yet?"

Song Xianghe's face darkened.

"What's wrong with you people? Why do you like to advise people to get divorced during the New Year?"

It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage.

How many people gossip about divorced women like Third Sister behind her back? What kind of life do they lead?

"If Honghong gets divorced, people will definitely talk her out of her ego."

Song Xianglan ignored her completely.

Give the Moutai and Huazi to Brother Song.

"Brother, save this wine for you to enjoy slowly."

Brother Song took the bottle with both hands, wiped it with his sleeve, and held it like he was holding a gold nugget.

"This is good stuff. I'll lock it in the cupboard right now!"

I watched as my older brother went into the inner room.

Song Xianglan then turned around and glared at Song Xianghe.

"Good heavens, the weeds in your house are practically climbing out the window, completely covering the roof! And you still have the nerve to talk about divorce and get gossiped about?"

Song Xianglan scoffed:

"The eyes of the onlookers are discerning; they can tell which plot is more melodramatic."

Whether it's shameful to get a proper divorce and live a normal life, or shameful to cling to a worthless person and act like a cuckold just to save face, everyone knows the answer.

Song Tingting was eating sunflower seeds next to her.

He added insult to injury:

"Knowing he's being cuckolded, he still keeps another man's child and is content to be a spinster. His mental fortitude is unmatched. Why would he do that?"

Song Xianglan picked up the conversation:

"What else could it be? It's either money or no ability. Tang Jun should also go to a urology clinic."

The mother and daughter sang in unison.

This made Song Xianghe so angry that she trembled all over.

"Song Tingting, you have no manners at all!" Song Xianghe slammed her hand on the table and shouted.

"You are well-mannered."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes and spat the sunflower seed shells far away. "Like a toad, croaking incessantly, doesn't it get annoying?"

Old Tang, who had been sitting silently in the corner, looked very unpleasant.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the things Song Xianglan had brought, especially the two packs of cigarettes.

He figured that Song Xianglan was now truly enlightened.

I need to go to her house later.

Even bringing back some cigarettes and alcohol would be worthwhile.

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

Sister-in-law Song poked her head out from the kitchen. "It's almost time to eat, what's all the noise about? Second son's wife, fourth son's wife, come and bring the dishes!"

We gather at my eldest brother's house every year on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

This is an unshakeable rule.

Song Ersao came out from the inner room. Last year, she had a fight with Song Xianghe and almost scratched her face. This year, when the two met, they just snorted at each other.

They rolled their eyes at each other.

No one paid any attention to anyone else.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan, Song's second sister-in-law's face lit up with a smile: "Third sister, what good things did you bring?"

Song Xianglan took out several bottles of face cream from her bag. "Second sister-in-law, this is face cream I brought for you. Women should look beautiful too."

Sister-in-law Song was overjoyed.

"Oh dear, Third Sister, you've gone to so much trouble!"

Watching from the side, Song Xianghe was envious and couldn't help but say sourly, "Sycophant. Some people are just good at putting on a show. They talk big but do nothing. A few broken bottles are considered gifts? They're so shallow."

"If you can give me a can of oranges as a gift, why can't I give you face cream?"

Song Xianglan looked at her as if she were a fool. "Your canned food is mostly water with little meat. What do you care what I bring? As long as Second Sister-in-law likes it, that's fine."

"I love it so much!"

Sister-in-law Song deliberately spoke loudly, "I'll cherish anything Third Sister sends me. Unlike some people who only have a mouth but still complain about others."

Song Xianghe was furious, and her eyes darted around.

Recalling the past: "Pah! Second sister-in-law, you used to complain all the time about how Third Sister went back to her parents' home to beg for money, not even bringing a single egg. Now that she has money, she's all smiles."

Song Ersao's smile froze for a moment.

Brother Song walked over with a frown and glared at his wife:

"Shut up. When did your second sister-in-law ever say such a thing? Don't try to sow discord!"

He hates noisy occasions like this the most.

I feel ashamed.

Song Xianglan, however, was quite frank and smiled:

"Second sister, there's no need to stir things up. I admit I was poor before and used to go back to my parents' home to beg for money."

I am also grateful to my three sisters-in-law for not kicking me out back then, and for giving me food and other necessities.

Her gaze swept over her several sisters-in-law.

"As the saying goes, without a good sister-in-law, even a good brother is useless. I remember this kindness, and now that I'm capable, it's only right that I repay it a little."

That's a very frank statement.

This gave the sisters-in-law face.

It also makes it seem like you are grateful and repaying kindness.

Sister-in-law Song's expression softened, and she straightened her back.

"That's all in the past. Everyone has their difficulties; helping each other is only right."

This went on for a while.

This makes Song Xianghe seem like a petty person who only knows how to dredge up old grievances.

Song Xianghe turned to Song Erge and launched an attack:

"Second brother, they've already banded together? You're only helping third sister and not me? That's so unfair! I'm your own sister too!"

Song Erge felt a splitting headache.

Song Xianghe is truly brainless.

Every year when she came back, she was always carrying things from her parents' home to the city.

They take everything from grains, dried vegetables, eggs, and rapeseed oil, even scraping the ground clean, and still have the nerve to accuse others of freeloading.

Song Erge was about to speak up and try to smooth things over.

Sister-in-law Song sneered and spoke first:

"We're just snobs, okay?"

Xianglan is capable now and generous to us, so we're happy to help. All you ever do is come back asking for things and cause a bunch of other problems; who wants to get involved with that?

"Second brother! Aren't you going to do anything about your wife?" Song Xianghe shrieked. "She's practically shitting on your head!"

Song Erge lost face.

With a stern face, he urged Sister-in-law Song:

"Alright! Enough talk! Go help in the kitchen. What kind of talk is it to leave your sister-in-law to do all the work by herself?"

Song Xianglan: "Third sister-in-law and Qiangzi's wife are both helping out, so why do we need more people in the kitchen? Second sister-in-law doesn't need to go."

Song Ersao was most annoyed by Song Erge's tendency to smooth things over.

"Song Lao Er, if you don't want to be on the same household register as me, just say so. If you feel close to this younger sister, then you can live with her. I don't mind changing the person listed as the head of household."

Song Erge was like a deflated balloon.

His wife has a very strong temper; she's a woman of her word.

After finishing her sentence, Sister-in-law Song turned around and stormed into the kitchen, giving Song Xianghe a fierce glare as she left.

The main room was deathly silent.

Song Xianglan couldn't help but roll her eyes and said slowly, "Second brother, don't blame your sister-in-law for having a bad temper."

It's not easy for my second sister-in-law, such a beautiful flower, to be stuck with someone as worthless as you. If she wants to find someone fresher, better cow dung, I think that's fine too, and you shouldn't stop her.