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

Song Tian kept the fire burning brightly in the stove, feeling incredibly happy.

He turned his head and glanced at Chen Zui, who was sitting in the yard with his legs crossed, and thought to himself that although this black-faced guy looked stupid, he was really lucky to have been born into such a family.

Song Xianglan left the kitchen to Song Fei and the others.

She went upstairs, where Song Yulu and Song Yuzhu sat on the sofa.

Shen Huijun was talking to them about school.

Song Yulu didn't say much.

Her once fair skin now had a sallow tinge, and her cheeks were sunken, making her look several years older than her actual age.

Song Xianglan stared at her for a long time, then frowned and asked:

"Yulu, how did you get so thin? Did you suffer at your in-laws' house?"

Song Yu's eyes immediately reddened.

"Third Aunt, that's not true. My husband treats me very well; it's just that I'm not ambitious enough."

"Speak like a human being," Song Xianglan snapped, her temper flaring.

"I've been married for over three years and haven't gotten pregnant. My mother-in-law has been looking for folk remedies everywhere, and I've taken so many Chinese medicines that my tongue is numb from the bitterness."

Every few days I have to drink those talismanic waters, supposedly made from the ashes of a fertility goddess from somewhere. My stomach's been upset lately, and I have no appetite. I'm too scared to go back home.

Song Yulu's voice was barely audible, and she lowered her head even further.

What folk remedies can help you conceive?

Fortunately, my ancestors were kind, and I survived.

The Song family patriarch probably pulled a lot of strings behind the scenes. Otherwise, Song Yulu's soul would have been sent away by the talismanic water and folk remedies long ago.

Song Xianglan snorted coldly, "I think you're just making things up. If your man really cared about you, would he watch you drink that stuff? Is talisman water even fit for human consumption? It's just ashes from burning a couple of pieces of paper, what kind of bullshit folk remedy is that?"

"He didn't want me to drink, and he argued with his mother about it several times. He also kept advising me to enjoy life as a couple since we didn't have children. But I felt guilty; I couldn't let him die without an heir."

Song Yulu twitched.

"A woman's life is incomplete if she doesn't have children."

Shen Huijun, listening from the side, clicked her tongue in amazement and couldn't help but interject:

"According to you, a man who hasn't earned ten million is incomplete. A man who hasn't provided for his wife is also incomplete."

"Yulu, instead of thinking about living a good life with him, you insist on wasting your energy on making your stomach hurt. Your current stomach problems are caused by taking all those random medicines."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at Song Yulu, annoyed.

"Having no offspring is just the perfect excuse to focus on cultivating immortality. What era are we living in? We've freed your little feet, but not your little brains."

"I think your brain has been blown mad by the winds of five thousand years ago; it's outrageously traditional."

Song Yulu was stunned.

This was the first time she had ever heard of such a statement.

"If you want a child, go to a reputable hospital in the new city for a checkup. You should get checked, and your husband should get checked too. If the results show that you really can't have children, then adopt one."

"If you really don't want to adopt, you two should save up some money and go to a nursing home when you get old. Isn't that better than relying on those ungrateful wretches?" Song Xianglan's tone was harsh, but her words struck a chord deep within.

"If you can't make it work, don't stay together. You'll find that these three years will be the most painful three years of your life."

Shen Huijun nodded in agreement:

"You can come with me to the new city, or you two can go find Xiang Dong beforehand. If we can't find anything in the new city, we'll go to Haishi."

But I'm also letting you know this: if you've tried all the proper methods and it still doesn't work, you should give up now. Either live your lives peacefully, or make other plans.

Song Yulu wiped away her tears.

He looked thoughtfully at the Song brothers who were busy in the courtyard.

Yang Liu gave birth to five daughters, but that didn't stop Song Qiang from wanting a son.

She was filled with anxiety.

I'm always afraid that no matter how well Cai Youde speaks now, he might change his mind later.

The men of the Song family are capable of handling things independently outside, and they are equally adept in the kitchen.

This was a rule set by Song Xianglan when Song Fei was driving several sports cars, euphemistically called an essential life skill.

Song Fei shouted at the top of his lungs in the kitchen:

"Third Aunt, I'm planning to make steamed lobster with garlic and vermicelli. I'll save the head and tail for making porridge, and later I'll add some sliced ​​grouper meat."

Geoduck clams are popularly eaten raw in Guangzhou, let's try it too. We can use the clam gall to make soup with shredded radish; that way we won't need to make chicken soup later.

"Alright, then braised pheasant."

Song Xianglan stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and went downstairs. "I'll make some salt and pepper ribs and curry steak."

"It's getting windy outside. Huijun, take them to the yard for some fruit and snacks."

"Okay. I'll make coffee for Yu Zhu and Yu Lu."

The group went downstairs together.

Song Xianglan went into the kitchen and told Song Tian to cook in two pots at the same time.

She then poked open the coal stove.

Several grown men were busy in the kitchen, each working efficiently and methodically.

Wan Xiaoju followed Song west, wanting to help, but Song Xianglan pushed her away, saying, "Go, go, you girls go play in the yard. Let these grown men do the work."

Song west also smiled and said, "Xiao Ju, go sit down. They're making coffee in the yard, why don't you go and try some?"

Shen Huijun had already neatly laid out a floral tablecloth on the stone table in the courtyard.

She picked a bunch of unidentified little yellow flowers from the wild and casually put them in a glass bottle.

Several exquisite bone china cups were laid out.

As she poured the coffee into the cup, its rich aroma, tinged with a hint of nuts, wafted out.

Chen Zui was originally watching Song Tian tend the fire, but he managed to catch a familiar smell from the aroma of various foods.

It darted out like a nimble little black dog.

He grabbed the towel around his neck, wiped his face haphazardly by the well, and then lay down on the stone bench.

"Sister-in-law Huijun, give me a drink too." Chen Zui smiled, revealing a row of big white teeth.

As Shen Huijun poured coffee, she joked:

"After a few days, it turned into a shiny golden mud monkey."

Song Yuzhu picked up the cup, took a sip, and her facial features immediately scrunched up.

My whole body trembled.

"Why is this so bitter? It tastes like medicine soup." She wanted to vomit but didn't dare to.

Shen Huijun smiled, picked up a sugar cube and put it into her cup, then stirred it with a small silver spoon.

"Try again."

Song Yuzhu took another sip, and this time her eyes lit up.

"It smells good. It's different with sugar."

Song Tingting held her cup and sighed:

"When I was in high school and felt sleepy while studying, my sister-in-law would make me coffee. The first time I drank it, I stayed awake until dawn, my mind racing. But after that, I got used to it, and I could fall asleep instantly after two cups."

Several girls were sitting around the table.

While eating cookies and small cakes, they talked about interesting things that had happened in the village and at school recently.

Hearing their cheerful laughter, Song Yulu finally felt a little relieved after three years of tension.

She added two sugar cubes to her coffee.

It tasted exceptionally sweet after taking a sip.

Song Yuzhu glanced at Chen Zui sideways and whispered to Song Tingting:

"Who is this black-faced guy? Where did he pick him up from?"

Song Tingting chuckled: "He's a rich, powerful guy. He's got money to burn at home, so he insists on coming here to experience the life of the poor."

Song Yuzhu stuck out her tongue:

"Go and spend half a day at the poorest family in your village, and I guarantee they'll be so scared they'll wet their pants and run away faster than a rabbit."

Everyone laughed.

Chen Zui wasn't annoyed. "What do you know? You can't experience life without suffering."

"Young Master. The braised pheasant is ready! Come and try it, it's salty enough!" Song Tian shouted from the kitchen doorway.

Chen Zui suddenly stood up.

He put down his coffee cup and ran to the kitchen, shouting, "Coming, coming!"

Song Yulu looked at the lively atmosphere in the courtyard.

The tension in my heart eased, and I suddenly realized that those days of drinking talisman water were like an absurd nightmare.