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

Yang Zhixin's eyes darted around, and he decided to go all out, "Godfather, this old woman is in cahoots with that Liu Dahua."

They're only after you've been slaughtered, have overseas relatives, and have some ill-gotten gains, so they're conspiring to take advantage of your family's wealth.

What kind of person is Liu Dahua? She's a grandmother now, how could she possibly serve you well?

Is she prettier than my mom? Is she more caring than my mom? You should find my mom instead of her; we're truly family.

Song Xianglan slapped him across the face.

"Add you to the list of bastards who sold their mothers."

"Pfft."

Liu Yidao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Liu Yidao laughed so hard he could barely stand up straight. "I'm only in my fifties, and I'm still very healthy. You're already in a hurry to arrange my funeral, as if you're afraid I won't want to acknowledge you as my godson."

Your mother's face looks like a dried orange peel, and she's as cunning as a honeycomb briquette. The moment I'm with her, you guys could send me packing of rat poison.

"You..." Yang Zhixin was unwilling to accept it.

"Get out!" Liu Yidao suddenly raised his foot and kicked Yang Zhixin in the buttocks.

"Go back and tell your mother that I, Liu Yidao, will never find a wife in my life. I'll exchange all my money for coins and skip them on the water. I won't leave a single penny for you bloodsuckers."

"Don't you dare show your face near my door again, or I'll have someone sever all ties with you tomorrow. And don't call me 'godfather' anymore."

Yang Zhixin was kicked so hard that he rolled on the ground clutching his leg.

He scrambled to his feet and ran out, turning back to threaten, "Liu Yidao, just you wait until those two old women swindle you out of everything, leaving you with nothing but your underwear!"

"Even if you beg me to be your son, I won't come back."

The courtyard gate was slammed shut by the wind with a "bang".

The courtyard fell silent.

Liu Yidao was panting heavily, his fierce and menacing demeanor vanished instantly.

"I should have known better than to acknowledge them as godparents."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at him and walked to the stone bench to sit down.

"Alright, stop pretending. I'll just ask you one question: what are your true feelings for Da Hua?"

If you think the two of you can live together, then you should take the initiative.

If you didn't mean it that way, then pretend I didn't say anything, and I'm not going to bother with this. And don't go near Da Hua's house again.

Liu Yidao blushed and stammered for a long time.

"Well... Lao Song, actually I've been thinking about this since after the New Year. I was thinking of asking you to help me set things up a while ago, but then I heard you went to Kunming, so it's been delayed until now. Who knew it would cause Da Hua such a big problem?"

Song Xianglan glanced at him sideways.

"Dahua has now separated from the family and left with nothing but herself."

"Yes, I have one!"

Liu Yidao's eyes lit up, and he patted his chest loudly, "I have a house and land, and I can even slaughter pigs. She doesn't need to bring anything, just herself."

"What good is just talking?"

Song Xianglan snorted, "Men's words are deceitful. If this works out, I, the matchmaker, will be eating pig's feet noodles."

"I must give you a thank-you gift for being the matchmaker." Upon hearing this, Liu Yidao was so excited that he didn't know what to do with his hands. "Old Song, sit here for a while, don't go. I'll go buy some things, and then I'll go with you to Xiaoquan Brigade after I get them."

The middle-aged bachelor is like a young boy.

I hopped on my bicycle and rushed out of the yard to buy things at the commune.

……

Half an hour later.

Song Xianglan led Liu Yidao, who was carrying large and small bags, into the courtyard.

She put the things in the main room.

In the kitchen, Shen Huijun and Cong Ying were wearing aprons and wrapping wontons.

Song Xianglan asked Cong Ying to call Liu Dahua over.

Cong Ying untied her apron and went outside.

Song Xiangdong clung to Shen Huijun like a giant pendant, holding a wonton wrapper in his hand, which he pinched crookedly.

"Wife, your face smells so good." Song Xiangdong nodded, moved closer to her, and kissed her earlobe.

"It smells so good."

Shen Huijun blushed and gently patted the back of his hand.

"Don't cause trouble here, go sit over there."

"I don't."

Song Xiangdong shook his head vigorously, resting his chin directly on Shen Huijun's shoulder, his breath hot against her earlobe. "I want to be close to my wife. She smells so good."

Shen Huijun paused, her heart pounding.

She glanced at Song Xiangdong, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"Xiangdong, are you all better?"

Song Xiangdong's once shrewd eyes were now crystal clear.

He blinked twice.

He looked completely innocent.

"I've always been fine. Honey, I want a kiss."

He leaned over and gave Shen Huijun a quick kiss on the cheek.

He kissed her lips again.

Shen Huijun blushed like a ripe peach, glared at him reproachfully, and her doubts instantly vanished with shyness.

She sighed and lowered her head to continue wrapping wontons.

From an angle she couldn't see, a hint of triumphant smile and heartache flashed across Song Xiangdong's eyes.

Song Xianglan had just reached the kitchen door when she saw this scene.

Her lips twitched.

This silly boy is even better at dating than before.

"Mom." Song Xiangdong caught a glimpse of a figure at the door and immediately called out, "I want to eat some chilled lychees."

Shen Huijun was startled.

I quickly moved a step to the side.

Song Xianglan pretended not to notice the young couple's sweet talk and replied, "Okay, I'll soak you in well water later."

She turned and walked into the yard.

Liu Yidao was using scissors to help cut lychees.

"Old Song, these lychees are really good." Liu Yidao made conversation by putting the cut lychees into the basin.

Song Xianglan drew a bucket of well water and poured it into a basin.

The freshly drawn well water had a refreshing coolness.

A short while later, footsteps were heard at the door.

Cong Ying pulled Liu Dahua in.

Liu Dahua's hair was a little messy, and her eyelids were swollen, but she looked much more energetic than last night.

"Dahua, come in and sit down." Song Xianglan wiped her hands.

Cong Ying was very perceptive; after washing her hands, she went into the kitchen to help Shen Huijun wrap wontons.

We went inside.

Song Xianglan took the thermos and specially rummaged through the cabinet to find a jar of her treasured old Tieguanyin tea, pinching off a small amount and putting it into the covered bowl.

"Yidao, you make some tea." Song Xianglan handed over the thermos.

Liu Yidao quickly took it and started rinsing the teacup.

The atmosphere inside was a bit dry.

Song Xianglan glanced at the two taciturn men and asked directly, "Dahua, what are your plans now that you've separated from the family?"

Liu Dahua lowered her head. "The family division agreement states that the house will be left to the children and Haiyan. I plan to build two small rooms for myself first."

"I've had a frank talk with Yidao. If you and Liu Yidao are truly meant to be, why don't you get together? Some children are not as caring as a spouse you meet later in life."

After saying that, Song Xianglan stood up.

"You two chat, I'll go check on the wontons in the kitchen."

After Song Xianglan left.

The room became even quieter.

Liu Yidao's face turned dark purple from holding back his anger. He stood up and bowed to Liu Dahua.

"Dahua, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault that you've been dragged into this!"

Liu Dahua was startled and quickly waved her hand.

"What are you doing? Sit down."

Liu Yidao stood up straight like a primary school student making a self-criticism.

"Dahua, I know you have concerns about what people will say. But I'm telling you right now, when I get back I'll find someone from the village elders' association to sever the ties with that Yang Zhixin."

He paused, then said:

"If I die before you, the house and the hilltop we were allocated will all be yours. From now on, all the money I earn from slaughtering pigs every month, as well as the family savings, will be yours to manage."

Liu Dahua was stunned.

His brows furrowed.

"What do you mean by that? You think I'm after your money?"

Liu Yidao was so anxious that sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"Dahua, don't misunderstand. I'm just worried that you might feel insecure. This kind of calculation is different from giving it to someone willingly."

"I'm a grown man looking for a partner, so I have to show some sincerity. I can't expect you to be with me and earn your own money."

Looking at his clumsy appearance, Liu Dahua's heart softened, and she said somewhat awkwardly:

"He's so old, if word gets out..."

In his anxiety, Liu Yidao swore again, "It's our life, what business is it of anyone else's? If anyone dares to gossip, I'll stick a butcher knife in their doorstep."

After saying that, he realized he had been too fierce.

I quickly softened my tone, trying to sound more cultured like the people on TV.

After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to say:

"Dahua, Lao Song said... well, the moon represents my heart..."

Liu Dahua burst out laughing.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes have smoothed out.

"Alright, shut up already." Liu Dahua rolled her eyes at him. "Now I know why you were a bachelor when you were young. When people say the moon is beautiful tonight, you'd probably say that stuff is inedible and a pancake is more economical."

Liu Yidao scratched his head, looking suspicious.

"That stuff isn't as filling as flatbread or steamed buns anyway..."

Looking at this honest and straightforward man, Liu Dahua felt as if a crack had appeared in the cold stone in her heart, letting in a wisp of warmth.

"But we have to agree on this: I won't move into your house; I'll stay at the workshop. Later... later when I build my own house, you can move in."

Liu Yidao was so happy that his mouth stretched from the back of his head.

"Okay! Whatever you say. You can stay wherever you want."