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

Song Xianglan warmly invited them into the house.

He busied himself filling the stove with boiling water and called Shen Huijun to get the tea leaves Song Xiangdong had given him. "Take out the best tea leaves to brew tea. Take the rest of the good tea leaves back to your parents."

"Huijun, didn't your older brother's child come?"

Shen Huijun's nose tingled, and her eyes filled with tears of emotion. Her parents' visit today showed her just how happy she was.

"I'm still at school. I'll come here with my younger brother after class."

"Then go keep your parents company. Fry some peanuts and bring them out."

Song Xianglan carried the thermos over.

I methodically cleaned the enamel mug, which contained tea leaves. Then I poured boiling water over it.

Shen's mother came over to help.

"My dear in-law, don't bother."

Song Xianglan put down the thermos. "You've raised Huijun so well. Such a wonderful girl is marrying my son. I've been wanting to invite you to dinner for a while now. Come to my hometown with Huijun sometime. I'll definitely slaughter a pig for you."

Shen's mother smiled.

Seeing the newly turned soil outside, Shen's father called Shen Hui to get a hoe and a shovel, and they turned over the small plot of land behind the house as well.

Shen Hui's wife, He Chunyu, came over to help with the cooking.

Song Xiangdong hasn't returned yet.

Song Xianglan was eager to show off her culinary skills and prepared a table full of delicious dishes.

Steamed red crab with glutinous rice.

Salt and pepper shredded fish.

Boiled seafood (squid, lean pork, and shrimp), with bean sprouts, kelp, cauliflower, and cucumber. Slightly spicy, it's a relatively new dish.

The Shen family doesn't live by the sea, so when they came to the seaside, they only ate boiled food.

This is the first time I've seen Song Xianglan cook seafood so deliciously.

He Chunyu wrote down the steps. "Mom, we should make it like this when we get back."

Shen's mother wanted to as well.

But these oils and seasonings are not something their family can afford to eat right now.

"It wastes gas."

Song Xianglan laughed and said, "Xiang Dong's monthly ration is quite high, and even if there's no ration, you can exchange oil with private individuals. Tea oil from the mountains or peanut oil grown by ordinary people are both acceptable."

Dog shark and tofu stew.

There's also a dish of braised beef with potatoes.

Oyster omelet.

Several dishes were served.

Shen's father and son Shen Hui washed their hands and came over, but Song Xiangdong was still not back.

Song Xianglan brought a bowl of dogfish and tofu soup, and also gave half a plate of oyster omelet, salt and pepper shredded fish, and squid to Aunt Wang next door.

In the neighboring courtyard, Aunt Wang was talking to her daughter-in-law.

"Mom, I heard the patrol team found a small boat nearby. The navy sent several ships out to sea today, and several balloons floated over to our island. Inside, besides leaflets, there were also cookies and candy."

Bench Mom was worried, "Will martial law be declared?"

Aunt Wang spat:

"Balloons float for a few years every year. It's okay."

She looked up and saw Song Xianglan push open the courtyard gate and come in. "Little sister. You have guests, why did you send over vegetables?"

"Let me show you what I've made."

Aunt Wang quickly took it over.

He poured it onto his own plate, and then took some steamed dumplings from his own pot and put them on the plate as well.

Two large plates full of steamed dumplings.

"My family made steamed dumplings with sauerkraut and glass noodles. There's also a plate of scallion and tofu filling. Take these back for your in-laws to try." Aunt Wang has a typical Northeastern personality, generous and genuine.

Zhao Xiaoyun is drying wild vegetables on the roof of her flat-roofed house.

They pricked up their ears to listen to what they were saying.

Those greedy eyes practically popped into the plate. He strode up to Song Xianglan's roof. "Hmph. A few pickled cabbage dumplings for a plate of fried fish? Auntie, you're quite the shrewd businessman."

Grandma Wang quickly climbed the bamboo ladder onto the roof.

"Zhao Xiaoyun, are you looking for a beating?"

"I was just kidding."

Zhao Xiaoyun was so frightened that she ran back home and climbed down the bamboo ladder into her yard. She even pulled the ladder away.

"Aunt Wang, this isn't your Northeast, don't just hit people like that!"

"Say one more word to me, and I'll slap you across the face with the sole of my shoe."

"Ouch... someone hit me."

Zhao Xiaoyun didn't dare to argue with Granny Wang, so she went back inside and closed the door.

Song Xianglan carried the plate home.

She didn't see Song Xiangdong return, so she placed the dumplings on the table. Looking apologetically at Shen's parents, she said, "Xiangdong hasn't come back yet. Let's eat first when Huijun and my nephew and niece arrive."

"Let's wait a bit."

"No, we can't wait. There's something going on in the army, and it might take forever." Song Xianglan heard voices outside.

Get out of there quickly.

Shen Huijun's younger brother, Shen Zhi, along with her nephew, Xiao Hao, and niece, Yueyue, came over together.

Shen Zhicai was in junior high school, and those two little guys were probably in first or second grade.

The three of them greeted each other politely.

Song Xianglan invited everyone to eat together.

After the meal, the Shen family left.

The moon and stars hung in the sky, casting a soft glow over the earth.

Shen Huijun lit the kerosene lamp.

The lights on the island will be turned off at a certain time.

She urged Song Xianglan to go back to sleep, saying, "Xiangdong sometimes comes back late, sometimes even at dawn. Mom, why don't you go back to your room and sleep?"

"Yes. As people get older, they sleep less."

Song Xianglan first told Shen Huijun to go back to sleep.

She took the toilet paper to the back outhouse and saw a dark shadow flash by in the distance.

Song Xianglan cheered up.

She looked around, then grabbed a shovel from the corner of the wall. She tiptoed towards the outhouse, and as she got close, she scooped it up with the shovel in one hand.

"what……"

"Catch the bad guys."

The dark figure screamed as she was shoved, a murderous glint in her eyes. She raised her gun at her.

Song Xianglan kicked him again, this time right in his crotch.

"Bang……"

A gunshot rang out.

It alarmed everyone.

Song Xianglan's left arm was injured, but she endured the pain and slammed her buttocks into the dark figure. She sat firmly on him, using the fingers of one hand to pull his nose upwards forcefully.

The dark figure had swum up from the sea, which took a lot of effort.

They hid like stray dogs.

He finally managed to get into the residential compound with a chubby girl, hoping to find a less smelly outhouse to hide in. He planned to find a place to lay low in the middle of the night, but then he ran into Song Xianglan.

First, it was shoveled.

He got kicked in the groin again.

He pleaded:

"Auntie, let me go. I'll give you money."

Song Xianglan slapped him on the head. "You want to corrupt me with money? Dream on."

Someone ran over with a flashlight.

All that could be heard from inside the outhouse were the sounds of someone wailing and Song Xianglan scolding and beating.

"Auntie."

"Come in quickly, catch the bad guy!"

Before Shen Huijun could rush in, she was pulled to the back by the security guards, and several flashlights swept in.

Everyone: "..."

Song Xianglan sat on the middle-aged man's lap, half of his body submerged in the latrine.

It's a bit dirty.

"Auntie, you're hurt."

A young soldier pulled Song Xianglan out; his clothes were torn on his arm, and blood was dripping down his arm.

Shen Huijun pounced on her.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I saw a dark figure acting suspiciously when I went to the outhouse, so I grabbed the shovel." Song Xianglan was extremely relieved that Shen Hui had forgotten to take the shovel to the front yard today.

Aunt Wang and her daughter-in-law, Zhao Xiaoyun and her daughter-in-law, along with several other families from the neighborhood, all gathered around.

Someone exclaimed:

"Aunt Song even did a good deed by going to the outhouse in the middle of the night."

Granny Lin: "..."

She got incredibly lucky; why didn't she have that kind of good fortune?

The security personnel dragged the man out and found a handgun. Judging by its model and type, it was clearly intended for use on the other side of the strait.

Both sides have spies embedded in their ranks.

Zhao Xiaoyun covered her nose, "It stinks!"

The man's legs were covered in excrement and urine.

He glared fiercely at Song Xianglan, only to be slapped across the face by a security guard. "What are you looking at?"

Song Xianglan was taken to the infirmary.

The doctor in the infirmary was woken up and came to get her the bullet. Then they applied medicine and bandaged her up.

Song Xianglan was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down her forehead.

One hand gripped Shen Huijun's hand tightly, the excruciating pain causing her to bend over. "Why does it still hurt so much even though they gave me anesthesia?"

Shen Huijun also became anxious.

"Dr. Zhao, my mother is an elderly person. Can't you please have some sense of propriety?"

Dr. Zhao: "..."

I've heard that catching bad guys isn't like an old person.

"It'll be ready soon."

After bandaging.

First, leaders from the military unit and people from the logistics support department of the family compound came over and brought some nutritional supplements.

Two packets of milk powder, two bags of milk biscuits, and beef jerky.

"Comrade Song, please feel free to tell us if you need anything. You've done a great service, but I won't go into the specifics. In short, you've done a great service this time."

The leader said a few words and then asked a few questions with concern.

Then they left.

Section Chief Ma from the Logistics Support Section stayed behind and spoke a few more words to Shen Huijun with concern. He then wrote a note instructing Shen Huijun to collect the supplies from the supply and marketing cooperative the next day.

"This is for Comrade Song to recuperate from his injuries."