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

Zhang Mahua cried and made a scene for a long time.

No one in the Wang family paid any attention to her, but some people couldn't stand it and muttered a few words.

"Mahua, you should take care of yourself. You've gotten fatter and fatter since you got married, and you have to open your eyes wide to see your eyeballs. Lying next to a man, you look like a mountain eagle; even the poorest man is afraid you'll roll over and crush him."

Zhang Mahua: ...

It wasn't that she didn't care; there were just too many delicious foods.

I just happen to have enough money to buy it.

Chunxia advised Zhang Mahua to hold onto her money tightly and stop giving it to those heartless ingrates.

Zhang Mahua… “Chunxia, ​​thank you so much. You’re such a kind person.”

"No, I'm just here for the fun of it."

After they had finished cursing and watched the spectacle, they finally walked back, satisfied.

As Song Xianglan walked, she mentally calculated that old man Yang Dashan should arrive in the next couple of days.

This time when she comes back, she has to send him to the "feng shui treasure land" in the back mountain.

Trying to stage an accident with Xiang Dong and Tingting is futile; there's no way they can escape the consequences.

As soon as I entered the house,

Shen's mother came out to greet them. Her face was full of worry as she took Song Xianglan's hand and looked her up and down.

"Mother-in-law, you're finally back. I heard from Huijun that you got into a fight? You're not young anymore, you should avoid fighting if you can avoid it."

If he were to strain his back or break a bone, it would be no laughing matter. We're living a better life now; there's no need to risk our lives fighting with rotten people.

Song Xianglan patted the back of Shen's mother's hand and smiled:

"Mother-in-law, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Even if three more of Wang Dahai came, they wouldn't be able to beat me. My pig-slaughtering skills haven't gotten rusty yet."

Song Tingting was about to wash the diapers when she looked up and found that the diapers had already been washed and hung up by Shen's mother.

Song Xianglan plunged headfirst into the kitchen.

Shen Huijun needed to make sure she got enough nutrition during her postpartum confinement. Song Xianglan scooped the red crab that Liu Dahua had brought out of the basin. She worked quickly, washing it, cutting it in half, and heating the pan.

Shen's mother wanted to come in and help, but Song Xianglan pushed her out.

"You rest, go knit a sweater for the child. I'm not good at needlework, I can handle the kitchen by myself."

Song Xianglan poured sesame oil into the pot, added thick slices of ginger, and stir-fried them until golden brown and fragrant. She then added red crab and fried it until it turned bright red, a delicious aroma wafting out through the cracks in the window.

Besides sesame oil, red yeast rice wine, and red crab.

She also stewed a pot of old hen soup, a plate of steamed pork ribs with codonopsis root, and steamed pomfret with codonopsis root, along with a plate of lettuce.

When these dishes were placed on the table in Shen Huijun's room.

Shen's mother stared wide-eyed.

"This is far too lavish." Standing in front of the dining table, Shen's mother ladled soup for Shen Huijun. "These days, young women in their postpartum period are lucky if they can eat a few dozen eggs and two chickens. This is far too lavish."

He said that, but he was secretly very happy.

The Song family really treats their daughter well.

Song Xianglan placed half a red crab in Shen Huijun's bowl. "Huijun suffered for giving birth to a son for our Song family. She didn't eat well during her postpartum period, and now she's riddled with illnesses."

Looking at the plate of bright red crabs, Shen's mother hesitated before speaking:

"Isn't this crab too 'cold' in traditional Chinese medicine? Is it safe for postpartum women to eat?"

"This is red crab. People from coastal areas always eat this during postpartum confinement. Frying it in sesame oil with a little rice wine is the best way to replenish qi and blood. Huijun is weak right now, so she needs this."

Shen Huijun's complexion has become much rosier.

She sat on a cushioned chair, her eyes a little hot.

"Mom, this is too much. I can't possibly finish it all by myself. You should eat it with me."

Shen Huijun's face has become rounder, and she exudes a maternal glow in her every move.

"This is your postpartum meal, so eat as much as you like." Song Xianglan set up the small table. "Don't worry about gaining weight. You need to be healthy to have the energy to take care of the baby. Don't worry about anything else, I'll take care of it."

Shen Huijun took a bite of the red crab, her mouth filled with the aroma of sesame oil and the sweetness of the meat.

She lowered her head and ate her food, feeling that the best thing she had ever done in her life was marrying into the Song family and meeting such a mother-in-law.

Song Xianglan served another bowl of rice and asked Shen's mother to eat with her daughter.

Unable to refuse, Shen's mother had no choice but to have dinner with Shen Huijun first.

Song Xianglan went downstairs and brought up a dish of braised oysters and a dish of salt and pepper razor clams.

……

The Wang family's life didn't get so easy after that.

Mei Fang hid at her parents' home for two days, but was eventually forced to return by her own brother and sister-in-law.

Before she even entered the courtyard, she could smell the rich aroma of chicken soup.

She cautiously shuffled into the courtyard, afraid that Zhang Mahua would suddenly rush out and sweep her with a broom.

Zhang Mahua was sitting on a stool at the entrance of the main room, chewing on a plump chicken leg with a loud crunch. A pile of chicken bones lay on the ground, and she had already drunk most of a bowl of chicken soup.

Wang Dahai and his son Wang Cong were lying on the bed in the inner room.

He was whimpering and complaining of thirst.

Zhang Mahua glanced at Mei Fang and spat the bone out of his mouth onto the ground.

"You're back? If you're back, take the rice in the pot to those two good-for-nothings."

"Mom, I want a chicken leg." Rongbao huddled behind Meifang. "My little sister wants a chicken leg too."

If it were before...

Zhang Mahua would definitely give the chicken leg to Rongbao and his sister, and the chicken wing to Meifang.

Mei Fang glanced at Zhang Mahua, still wondering why Zhang Mahua had said things like women should help each other and treat each other well when she married her father-in-law.

I accidentally hit her with a stick, and she's so petty.

"What are you looking at? The man lying inside is your husband, your father-in-law. I've been serving him for two days already. If you still expect me to serve you, then go back to your parents' home."

Zhang Mahua held another chicken leg in his hand, eating it with his mouth full of oil, leaving a pile of clean chicken bones on the ground.

Mei Fang had no choice but to go into the kitchen, feeling frustrated.

When I lifted the lid, I was completely stunned.

There was hardly any chicken soup in the pot.

The pot was unwashed, the rice was not rinsed, and there were two rotten vegetable leaves.

"What...what is this?" Mei Fang couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Mahua walked in carrying a chicken carcass, and sneered: "Can't you tell that the water used to wash the pot is used to cook porridge?"

I'm a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. If they want to bring Zhang Yujuan back, then they'll wait for Zhang Yujuan to come back and serve them.

They won't be able to spend a single penny of the money I brought back.

Mei Fang felt like her throat was stuffed with dead flies, it was incredibly uncomfortable.

"I was in a rush last time... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Zhang Mahua didn't even look at her: "I won't accept it. You'd better behave yourself while you're staying here. Just because I don't lay a hand on you doesn't mean I won't hit women. If you piss me off, I'll slap you too."

After eating the chicken and washing her hands, Zhang Mahua went to the village entrance to talk to her older sisters.

Mei Fang gritted her teeth, watching Zhang Mahua's retreating figure and muttering under her breath, "He's as fat as a pig, and he smells like sweat. I might as well eat him to death."

"Pah. You say you're good to me, but if you were truly good to me, you wouldn't want to hit me just because I made a mistake once."

She carried two bowls of rice porridge made from the dishwater into the house.

Wang Cong managed to finish his porridge.

"What is this thing? Where is that fat pig Zhang Mahua? I clearly smelled chicken."

"She ate a whole chicken by herself and went to the village entrance to gossip with those old ladies." Mei Fang wiped away her tears. "Wang Cong, we can't live like this anymore. Our whole family will starve."

"Why did Dad go through all this trouble? And Zhang... where will your mom stay when she comes back?"

Mei Fang's ideal life would be one where her mother-in-law is not around.

My father-in-law continued his voyages at sea.

They let her manage the money they earned, and their small family of four lived happily at home.

A calculating glint flashed in Wang Cong's eyes: "Who cares about her fat body? My mother has done a good deed and will be back soon. She'll be back to recuperate, so naturally she'll stay at home. I'm her own son, after all."

Wang Cong started cursing Song Xianglan again.

Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan ended up in this situation entirely because of Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan stole the Wang family's fortune.

Mei Fang felt even more upset.

She didn't want Zhang Yujuan to come back either. If that old green tea bitch came back, would she still have a good life?

The next afternoon.

A piece of news caused a stir in the village.

Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan are back.

Gousheng scrambled to Song Xianglan's doorstep, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Grandma Song, Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan are back. They're on the road at the village entrance."

Song Xianglan was sitting in the courtyard sewing shoe soles when she heard this and paused in her work.

She sneered, put down her work, went inside, and brought out the gleaming pig-slaughtering knife.

"I'll go take a look."

Chunxia happened to be at the door, so she grabbed a broom and followed behind.

With an excited look on his face, he said, "This is going to be a big show. I have to go see what those two menaces have become."

Hehehe... There's no end to the gossip and arguments.

These days... things are just too good to be true.

The two walked towards the village entrance, followed by many villagers who were watching the commotion.

Someone nearby chimed in, "Old Song, are you taking Yang Dashan home to enjoy his retirement?"

Without turning her head, Song Xianglan shouted, "I'm taking him to report to the King of Hell. A person like him is just a waste of air if he stays in this world."

After walking a few hundred meters, Song Xianglan smelled an indescribable stench.

A dilapidated oxcart slowly swayed by.

A swarm of large, black green flies followed behind the car, their buzzing so loud it gave me a headache.

The cart was covered with a layer of dry straw. An elderly woman with gray hair huddled in a corner, wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat despite the sweltering summer heat, coughing incessantly.

When Song Xianglan got closer, she almost didn't recognize her.

Someone exclaimed, "Zhang Yujuan!"

The woman who used to have rosy lips and white teeth and always spoke in a high-pitched voice is now as thin as a skeleton, her face is full of wrinkles, and her skin is as yellow as an old tobacco leaf.

Yang Dashan, who was lying in the middle of the cart, was in an even worse situation.

Yang Dashan was covered in dark red skin, his mouth was open and drool was dripping from his mouth. He was making "hoarse" sounds in his throat and staring blankly at the sky.

My body was covered in flies.

Zhang Yujuan tried to shoo away the flies, but they wouldn't leave.

Song Xianglan stared at the two people in front of her, feeling no pity, only a sense of satisfaction.

This is the story of the scumbag who wanted to abandon his wife and children and his true love.

"Ugh, this isn't human!" Chunxia muttered, fanning her nose at the stench. "It's practically roasted scum!"

The villagers quickly stopped the driver, who was covering his nose with a towel, saying, "Where are you going? Yang Dashan already stinks!"

"Hey, look, what's that wriggling over there?"