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

Shen Huijun walked over, pointed at Youbao's mud-covered trouser legs, and cursed, "Nobody wants to hug you."

Youbao grinned broadly, completely oblivious to the situation.

Shen Huijun was too lazy to argue, "You can play by yourself, but you must wash yourself clean when you come back."

Youbao loudly replied, "Okay."

The group walked towards the village.

It's the off-season for farming these days, and I met many villagers along the way who greeted me with smiles.

Youbao likes this rural place.

He broke free from Shen Huijun's hand and stumbled and ran ahead.

He fell down, sat for a while, and when he realized no one was watching, he got up and continued running.

They arrived at the Song family's residence.

Liu Chou-nu would come over every day to feed the chickens and ducks, and she would sweep the yard inside and out spotlessly every day. She would also help take care of the vegetable garden.

Song Xianglan took out her key and opened the door.

First, open all the doors and windows upstairs and downstairs to ventilate the area.

Chen Zui followed behind, carrying his suitcase and looking around.

He first looked around the yard, then went to the main room to look at the furniture. Turning his head to look at the kitchen, his brows furrowed again.

"Godmother, your furniture doesn't suit your status. These cabinets are so rough. How come you didn't even buy a washing machine? There's no air conditioning either, and you don't even have a motorcycle."

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs to take a look.

The more I look at it, the more I shake my head.

Song Tingting... "Chen Zui, this is the countryside. Even in the city, not many people have motorcycles with air conditioning."

Liu Chounu had just put down the bucket when she heard this and her eyes darted back and forth between Chen Zui and Song Tingting.

She tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve, lowering her voice:

"Lanlan, is this handsome young man Tingting's boyfriend in Beijing? He looks really impressive; his family must be very wealthy."

Chen, with his sharp ears, heard it clearly and grinned out loud:

"Auntie, I'm Chen Zui, the godmother's newly adopted godson. My ancestors also came from the Xincheng area. I don't know exactly where."

He went downstairs, opened his suitcase, and handed over a beautifully packaged square box.

"Nice to meet you, this dress is for you."

The ugly woman waved her hands repeatedly and tried to back away.

"Oh dear, no, no, this will cost a lot of money."

Chen Zui stepped forward and forcefully shoved the box into her arms: "Take it. You'll have times when you visit relatives or attend weddings, dressed up nicely. Wearing this, people will think you're begging."

"Keep the ugly woman..." He swallowed the curse he was about to utter, out of consideration for the gift he received.

This kid is good-looking, but his mouth is sharp.

The ugly woman was left to take the box home and put it away.

He rushed back shortly afterward and helped Song Xianglan clean up.

Chen Zui sat on the threshold of the courtyard, took out a handful of milk candies and chocolates from his bag, and filled Fu Bao and You Bao's cloth bags to the brim.

The two little ones had candy in their pockets and were squatting outside playing.

Before long, a group of village children gathered at the gate of the courtyard.

Gousheng, relying on his grandmother's good relationship with Song Xianglan, has become the leader of this group of children.

He pointed to a thin, dark-skinned boy with a snotty nose next to him and said loudly to Chen Zui:

"This is Rongbao's younger brother. His grandparents are really mean to Grandma Song, and his father used to verbally abuse her. My grandma says that Grandma Song stole Grandma Song's man."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zui raised his eyebrows, stood up, and walked to the child.

She snatched all the candies she had just given him back and put them in her pocket: "You're stealing my candy and cursing me, so you're not allowed to eat my candy."

She immediately realized that stealing a man was such a big deal of gossip.

The little boy's hands were suddenly empty, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears.

The children around were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that such a well-dressed city adult would actually snatch candy from a child?

After realizing what was happening, the clever children quickly gathered around Chen Zui, saying "Hello Uncle Chen" and "Uncle Chen is the most generous," their words as sweet as honey.

Chen was so happy he burst into laughter.

Re-sugar.

Gou Sheng stood to the side, beaming with pride.

He would say whatever Chen Zui told him to say, and from then on, all the underlings in the village would have to flatter him.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "One day's father is Grandma Song's godson."

The voice just fell.

A boy of about ten years old walked over carrying a bamboo basket.

It was Huang Ronghua's son, Huang Yitian.

Huang Yitian walked to the door and said, "My mom asked me to bring over some meat and fish."

Chen Zui walked over, reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick red envelope, and slapped it into Huang Yitian's hand.

"Since we're both godparents, then you're my nephew. This is a gift from your uncle."

Huang Yitian was startled and quickly put his hands behind his back.

"No, no, my mom won't let me take other people's money."

The two pushed each other back and forth at the door.

Song Tingting was wiping the windows on the second floor when she leaned out and shouted, "Hey, take this. Your Uncle Chen is so poor he only has money left. You're so rich you're just short of money."

Huang Yitian blushed.

Put the red envelope in your pocket.

He carried the basket into the kitchen and placed the meat on a plate in the cupboard.

Put the fish in the small bucket.

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun live on the second floor.

The guest rooms on the first floor were directly assigned to Chen Zui.

Chen Zui opened the window of his guest room. Outside was a small bluestone path, with two bougainvillea trees planted along the wall, their flowers in full bloom. Several dragon fruit vines climbed the wall, and beyond that, there were a few large banana trees.

He took a deep breath of the countryside air.

This place is nice.

After getting ready, Chen Zui changed his clothes.

He wore a brightly colored floral shirt, flared jeans, and a pair of imported slippers that supposedly cost several hundred yuan. A sun hat covered his head. He sauntered into the kitchen, fanning himself with a large palm-leaf fan.

In the kitchen.

Song Xianglan is slicing a loofah.

Chen Zui fanned himself a couple of times, panting from the heat. "Godmother, could you turn on the fan? It's so stuffy today. I'll pay for the electricity."

Song Xianglan has always preferred a natural style, and she usually eats under the old banyan tree in the courtyard.

However, seeing Chen Zui's forehead covered in sweat, she didn't even look up:

"Okay, go and bring the fan out and plug it in."

Song Xianglan made a loofah, clam, and lean pork rice noodle soup, then added some fish balls and meat broth. It was so delicious it made your eyebrows dance.

"Let's just have this for lunch, I'll cook you something nice for dinner."

Chen Zui leaned forward and took a sniff. "Refreshing. I also like rice noodle soup. In the summer, I often go to Chinatown with my grandpa to eat it. Grandpa likes duck noodles, plus a big fried dough stick. And a dish of braised dishes."

I'll make you some braised dishes in a couple of days.

Shen Huijun wiped the stone table in the yard three times with a rag, then ladled the cooked rice noodle soup into a stainless steel pot and took it out.

I just set out the bowls and chopsticks.

Liu Chounu walked in carrying a large bowl, which was filled with pickled cucumbers and oysters.

The rich aroma of soy sauce wafted straight into one's nose.

Chunxia hadn't arrived yet, but her loud voice had already appeared. "Auntie, have you eaten yet?"

She had a round face and wheat-colored skin that gave her a cheerful air. She walked in with a big basket in her arms, smiling.

"Auntie, my mom heard you're back and asked me to bring you two dishes."

Chunxia glanced at Chen Zui sitting next to her, fanning himself, and her eyes swept back and forth between Chen Zui and Song Tingting, her gossipy nature written all over her face.

Song Tingting spoke directly:

"Don't look at me like that. His name is Chen Zui, and he's my mom's newly adopted godson."

Chunxia put aside her gossipy thoughts, placed the basket on the stone table, and brought out two large plates of freshly fried food: fried oysters, vinegar-braised pork, vegetable cakes, fried sweet potatoes, and seaweed tofu balls.

Finally, there was a large plate of steamed crab with glutinous rice.

Song Tingting picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth, chewing it with a crunchy sound.

"Sister Chunxia, ​​when are you and Brother Xiaochuan getting married?"

Chunxia leaned over the stone table and sighed.

"I went to have my birth charts checked yesterday. The fortune teller said it would either be next month or next autumn. My grandfather was in a hurry, so he decided on next month."

"Why."

Shen Huijun ladled out a bowl of rice noodle soup and handed it to them, saying, "Congratulations! You've got a lot to do. Good things are coming soon, why are you sighing?"

"I feel a little scared."

Chunxia took the bowl. "We've had guests at home every day these past few days. Today, my grandfather's old comrade-in-arms came, and my grandfather specifically asked for fried oysters."

When my mom heard that, she immediately fried everything that could be fried.

Song Xianglan brought out a new set of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen. "Has Xiaochuan come back and prepared things for the wedding?"

Chunxia: "Yes. The houses in Niejiazhuang also need to be cleaned."

When the name Niejiazhuang was mentioned, Chunxia became somewhat interested.

She's not afraid of extreme people, she's afraid that extreme people might change their nature and cause her to lose the opportunity to delve into the vortex of gossip.

After the food was laid out, Chen Zui ran outside and brought Fu Bao and You Bao back.

Fu Bao loves cleanliness; her princess dress was spotless.

This is the second outfit Youbao has changed into.

He came in, stripped naked from his mud-covered clothes, and ran wildly around the yard with his bare bottom exposed.

His two short legs moved incredibly fast. Before he knew it, his left foot tripped over his right, and he fell flat on his face with a "plop."

Shen Huijun held her bowl, head down, eating her noodles without even glancing at him.

Song Xianglan and Song Tingting also picked up some food.

Chen Zui was gnawing on a crab leg, his eyes fixed on the clouds in the sky.

Youbao sat on the ground, about to burst into tears, but no one in the family paid any attention to him.

He straightened his grin and forced back his tears.

He got up by himself, patted the dirt off his bottom, and ran to the well.

There was a large wooden basin next to the well, with half a basin of clean water inside.

Without hesitation, Youbao stepped over the edge of the basin and sat inside.

The little guy shuddered.

Immediately afterwards, he clapped his hands in the water, splashing water everywhere, and burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."

Fu Bao stood a meter away, frowning. "Brother, the water is dirty."