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

Brother Song opened his mouth twice, but couldn't utter a single word after being bombarded with this barrage of questions.

He turned his head and looked at Brother Song expectantly.

"Big brother, why don't you say anything to third sister?"

Brother Song sat on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

Upon hearing this, he looked up at Song Xianglan, then at Song Erge.

He chuckled.

"Third Sister is right."

Brother Song put down his teacup, his gaze falling on the longan tree in the corner of the yard. "When we were young, we were full of vigor. But then..."

Everyone present understood.

Personality is worn down by the daily grind, by trivial matters, by social obligations, and by the burdens of caring for both elderly parents and young children.

After grinding and grinding, my bones have become soft.

Only Song Xianglan never wavered in her entire life.

Brother Song shouted, "Third brother, come and kill the fish!"

Song Laosan was squatting by the wall picking his teeth when he heard the shout and jumped up.

The two brothers busied themselves with clattering and clanging.

Song Xianglan sat down in the courtyard, and several of her sisters-in-law gathered around her.

Sister-in-law Song brought over a pot of freshly brewed tea, and Sister-in-law Song Er moved a few small stools.

Chunxia went out early in the morning, saying that a family in the village was making fish soup and fish balls and she needed to buy some.

Everyone was chatting.

The sound of a bicycle bell came from outside the courtyard gate, followed by Chunxia's voice booming in.

"Third Aunt, Third Aunt."

Chunxia was holding a medium-sized stainless steel pot in both hands. The lid was about to burst open, and white steam was escaping from the gaps.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were shining as if she had just watched a good show.

"Third Aunt, hurry up and eat some fish ball soup. Songjiazhuang is bustling with activity!"

Song Xianglan took the pot lid and lifted it to see that the fish balls were white and plump, floating on the soup, and the fish soup was in pieces, with a clear broth.

As soon as the fresh smell of fish wafted out, all the women gathered around.

"All you do is watch the show," Song Xianglan said, as she picked up a spoon, scooped out a bowlful, and poured some vinegar into it.

Chunxia chuckled and placed the pot on the stone table.

I served myself a bowl too.

"Auntie, you don't know, I stood in line for ages before I finally got to buy it. There was a woman in front of me who cut in line, and I caught her. She even cursed at me; she had a really sharp tongue. We argued back for half an hour."

"She couldn't out-argue me in the end, so she told me to wait."

"I told her which store I was at and waited for her to call people to fight."

Song Xiangmei poked her head out of the house and said, "You're from another village, and you come to Songjiazhuang to argue with people. Aren't you ashamed?"

Chunxia spoke with righteous indignation:

"She cut in line first. Why should I let her have her way when I'm paying for it? Every penny I, Chunxia, ​​spend has to be paid in full."

Sister-in-law Song smiled and shook her head.

He took a sip of the fish ball soup from the bowl and nodded repeatedly.

"Song Haiyang's family's cooking is really good. The fish balls are springy."

Several women sat around a stone table eating fish balls and fish soup, chatting as they ate.

Sister-in-law Song, holding her bowl, suddenly sighed.

"We need to get Song Yang back for blind dates this year."

She put the bowl on the table. "He's so old, kids his age are already calling him grandma. He's all alone out there, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend."

Song Xianglan took a bite of the fish ball. "Your Song Tian's child is already so big, and you're still pressuring Song Yang?"

Sister-in-law Song was anxious:

"It's precisely because Song Tian already has children that Song Yang is even more anxious. It's so embarrassing for the older brother to have kids running around all over the place while the younger brother hasn't even gotten married yet."

"Before Chunxia married Xiaochuan, her older sister was also obsessed with getting Xiaochuan to go on blind dates and get married. She kept urging him, which drove Xiaochuan crazy."

Song Xianglan glanced at her.

Chunxia looked like she was looking for gossip:

"I know a lot of embarrassing things about Xiaochuan's blind dates."

Song Xianglan paused with her chopsticks: "Where did you hear that from?"

"That's what my mom told me after I got married."

Chunxia got more and more excited as she spoke:

"Once, when they went to see a movie, he brought two pounds of dried sweet potatoes as snacks."

He was the only one in the room crunching away at dried sweet potato, and everyone around him turned to stare. The girl couldn't stay seated and ran away halfway through.

"Alright, alright."

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped her on the head, "You're spreading your own man's shameful deeds everywhere."

Chunxia chuckled and shrank her neck.

He buried his head and continued drinking his soup.

Sister-in-law Song was still talking about Song Yang.

Sister-in-law Song advised her not to rush, saying that marriage is something that cannot be rushed.

The women chatted amongst themselves.

As they talked, the conversation somehow drifted to which family's daughter-in-law was arguing with her mother-in-law, and which family's daughter had married well or poorly.

The aroma of fish soup wafted from the kitchen.

Until noon.

All the dishes were served.

Another table overflowing with food.

The first dish was stonefish, mustard greens, and tofu soup. It had been simmering in the kitchen all morning, turning the soup milky white with a layer of finely ground white pepper floating on top. The mustard greens were bright green, and the tofu was so tender it trembled.

Song Xianglan served a bowl.

I took a sip of soup first.

The soup is thick and delicious from the first sip.

My stomach felt warm and cozy, and my scalp tingled.

Steamed swimming crab.

Pan-fried yellowfin tuna until golden brown on both sides.

The eel with fermented black beans is cut into sections and arranged on a plate, the salty and savory flavor of the fermented black beans mixed with the oiliness of the eel.

Stir-fried clams with ginger and scallions.

Oyster omelet.

Tofu, soy sauce, and razor clams.

There was also a dish of taro stewed with pig's feet and several vegetable dishes.

When the last dish, seafood fried noodles, was served...

Song Xianglan had already reached out with her chopsticks and kept stuffing noodles into her mouth.

After finishing the noodles, we went to drink stonefish soup. We finished one bowl and got a second.

Second Sister-in-law Song looked at her and said, "Third Sister, slow down, there's still some left in the pot."

Song Xianglan ignored her.

He picked up the bowl and drank the second bowl of soup completely.

She put down her bowl, looked at the plate of oyster omelets on the table, and picked up a piece with her chopsticks.

The sweet chili sauce was placed next to her. She squeezed a dollop onto the oyster omelet, coated it, and put it in her mouth.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the sweet and spicy sauce blends perfectly with the freshness of the oysters.

It makes a crunchy sound when you chew it.

"Third Sister-in-law's oyster omelet is so delicious." Song Xianglan picked up another piece.

Sister-in-law Song smiled: "If you like it, I'll make it for you again later."

There was a sudden noise at the door.

Brother Song and his group of men were sitting at another table. They had only eaten a few bites of noodles when they started drinking. They were taking turns drinking when they heard the noise and all turned around.

Song Qiang walked in wearing a set of clothes popular in Guangzhou.

Song Xianglan paused for a moment.

Brother Song's face darkened, he slammed his wine glass on the table, and immediately launched into a tirade of insults.

"You rascal, you finally know how to come back! Your wife's been living in Guangzhou for months, why were you avoiding her?"

When Song Qiang entered the house, he was scolded by his own father, and his face showed both annoyance and embarrassment.

He switched the bag in one hand and carried it in the other, scratching the back of his head.

"Dad, I didn't hide."

"Still not dodging?"

Brother Song slammed his hand on the table, nearly knocking his wine glass over. "Yang Liu has been searching for you all over Guangzhou, and you call that not hiding?"

Song Qiang's voice lowered:

"I told her I was going to Shenzhen to expand the market. She wouldn't let me go, saying that if I went to Shenzhen..."

He paused for a moment.

"They said I'd definitely go to Shenzhen to find women."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the people at the table changed.

Song Qiang noticed these gazes.

He stood there, his voice lowering further.

"I've also cut ties with that child's biological mother. I told her before that I couldn't marry her, and I gave her a large sum of money so she could go back and get married. I just... want a son."

After saying that...

The room fell silent for a moment.

Song Qiang did not offer any further explanation.

He walked up to Sister-in-law Song and handed her the bag he was carrying.

"Mom, this bag is full of money. Could you put it in your room for me?"

Sister-in-law Song took the bag and weighed it in her hand.

The bag was heavy.

She glanced at Song Qiang, said nothing, and went inside with her bag.

Song Qiang then turned around and bowed to Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt".

Song Xianglan hummed in agreement.

He then greeted each of his aunts, uncles, and other relatives at the table.

Song Qiang went to the kitchen, got a set of bowls and chopsticks, and sat down.

He first ladled out a bowl of stonefish soup, picked it up, and took a big gulp.

He drank the soup and let out a long sigh.

"I haven't had such delicious soup in months."

Brother Song glared at him but didn't respond.

Song Xianglan watched him finish the soup and then asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Chunxia vividly recounted the events of yesterday from beginning to end.

How did Yang Liu's family arrive, what did they say, and how were they rebuffed by Song Xianglan?

When she got excited, she even imitated Yang Liu's tone of voice.

Song Qiang's expression changed little by little.

His hand holding the bowl froze in mid-air, and his mouth slowly opened.

"She... asked her third aunt for a factory?"

Chunxia nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice: "That's right. She even said something like, 'Anyway, Third Aunt's children are all successful, so what's wrong with giving it to her nephew?' Third Aunt dismissed her with just one sentence."

Song Qiang put the bowl on the table, his face losing some color.

He stood up and bowed deeply to Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, I'm sorry."

His voice was deep.

"I absolutely will not take your factory. Besides, my personality is not suited to managing a factory."

Song Qiang sat back down and caught his breath.

"I know a few friends in Shenzhen. Besides planning to set up a security company there, I also plan to open a customs brokerage firm there."

In his previous life, Song Qiang struggled alone outside, without any backing or connections, yet he still managed to turn his customs brokerage into the largest in the new city.

She gave him a helping hand early in his life and helped him make a lot of money.

Later, he took a few brothers to Guangzhou and, with his reckless courage, fought for territory with others to start a security company.

After going around in circles.

He still ended up working in the customs brokerage industry.

Customs brokerage was his destiny business.

Song Xianglan looked into his eyes.

"Customs brokerage firms rely on personal connections. You need to have a long-term vision. When building relationships, leave room for maneuver and don't give anyone leverage against you."

Song Qiang nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for reminding me, Auntie."

Song Xianglan's tone did not soften; her voice deepened.

"You are at fault in your marriage with Yang Liu."