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

Song Tingting finally understood why her mother had always disliked Liu Yidao.

His mouth looked like it had been coated with pesticide.

That's so infuriating.

Despite his sharp tongue, Liu Yidao still took them inside to buy bones.

He even took out the spare ribs and a piece of fine pork belly that he had saved for Song Tingting.

"I'm afraid your mother will die from weakness and no one will come to slaughter the pig. I'm giving her some nourishment."

Song Tingting: "..."

"Uncle Yidao, if my mom hears this, she'll chop you up with a butcher's knife."

Old Gao, who was standing nearby, laughed heartily, "Liu Yidao is always being chased by your mother with a butcher knife. He's asking for trouble."

Liu Yidao glared at him.

"Old Gao, don't talk nonsense."

Liu Yidao also took a pig liver back to her, saying it was to help Song Xianglan replenish her blood.

Shen Huijun was about to pay, but Liu Yidao didn't take the money and just glanced at her indifferently.

Song Tingting stuffed her own money into Liu Yidao's hand.

"Uncle Liu, this is my second sister-in-law."

"Xiang Dong's wife?"

"Um."

Liu Yidao nodded, sincerely praising, "Xiang Dong still has the best vision."

He was having a craving for cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette, smelled it, and said, "You guys go back. Tell your mother to rest for a few more days. I'll take care of the work with my team."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu."

The group thanked him in unison.

Back at Koizumi Battalion, the group parted ways.

Cong Ying and the other two were heading back to the educated youth settlement when they remembered to give a final instruction after walking several dozen meters:

"Tingting, don't give Auntie anything spicy. I'll go over this afternoon to change her dressing."

"Okay."

Song Tingting waved her hand.

Shen Huijun was still immersed in the excitement of them making money, and asked softly:

"Tingting, how dare you do this? They're cracking down on smuggling in the south of the city!"

"There will be more in the future. Nancheng has only been under your control because of the large number of troops stationed on your island. In the future, it will inevitably be partially opened up."

"Who told you that?"

"That's what my mom said."

Song Tingting was also influenced by some of the things Song Xianglan said.

They also knew who Song Xianglan knew, and used her mother's name to embark on this path.

back home.

Yang Dashan had just returned from the store.

Poor old Yang was no longer the neat and tidy man he used to be; he couldn't even lift the shovel on his shoulder, and it dragged on the ground.

His face showed pain and helplessness.

"Tingting, what are you buying?"

Song Tingting covered the basket, her expression turning cautious again.

"Dad, Uncle Liu sent over pig liver and ribs after hearing that Mom was injured. He wanted to help Mom recover."

Yang Dashan's face was very grim.

"Liu Yidao is still up to no good." He held out his hand. "Let me see."

Song Tingting wouldn't give it to her.

He deliberately tilted his head back and said, "Oh dear, it sounds like my mom is calling us. Let's hurry back."

He grabbed Shen Huijun and ran.

Enraged, Yang Dashan cursed several times from behind, "Song Tingting, you're my son, don't you fucking listen to Song the butcher. You're a good-for-nothing."

Old Lin, carrying a shovel, turned up from a side path.

Those watching the spectacle chuckled.

"Tingting is doing well."

"Hmph. Get lost."

Yang Dashan was very depressed, and the Yang family spent the day in fear and trembling.

They all came to see him today, afraid that Song Xianglan would come to their door and yell at them.

He has a bad temper.

Old Lin had a slightly higher status at home, so he made a few sarcastic remarks to him.

He left carrying a shovel.

Yang Dashan was heartbroken and squatted on the ground, sighing deeply.

What went wrong with Song Xianglan, who was always as obedient as a hardworking ox?

He felt that Song Xianglan had gone too far.

back home.

Song Xianglan sat on a chair at the kitchen doorway.

"Huijun, go and pick some garlic and a few chili peppers. We'll have stir-fried pork liver for lunch."

"Mom, you can't eat chili peppers."

"The peppers grown here are bell peppers, they're not spicy at all."

Song Tingting washed the ribs and pork belly, and chopped the meat and ribs in the kitchen. She also cut out the pig liver.

There was already cooked white rice in the pot inside.

Song Xianglan slowly stood up and glared at Yang Dashan.

"What are you doing here?"

"orchid."

Yang Dashan pouted, his face wrinkled and bruised, looking particularly nauseating.

He swayed his body with what he thought was a cool move. "Let's live a good life together. Let's start with lunch today..."

Yang Dashan never acted coquettishly towards Song Xianglan when he was young.

At her age, she's starting to pout and wiggle her butt.

Song Xianglan gagged.

"Yang Dashan. You fucking want to eat meat and you're disgusting me." Song Xianglan grabbed a broom from the corner and hit him.

Yang Dashan quickly slipped into the house.

He closed the door and retorted through it:

"I didn't mean to disgust you. It was an expression of my love for you."

"Pah! You filthy thing."

Song Xianglan's good mood vanished completely until she saw Shen Huijun returning from behind the house with a vegetable basket, and her mood improved again.

I really need to look at beautiful women.

Yang Jianjun was still working in the field.

Despite her injuries, Chen Xiuqin still went to work in the fields, and it wasn't until noon that she dragged her tired body back home.

The villagers who worked with him were all watching the spectacle with amusement.

"Xiuqin, your mother-in-law is so good to you. You've had too many good days and now you want to live a hard life."

"Hahaha... Chen Xiuqin has thought about life in her husband's family."

"Apologize to your mother-in-law. You can't rely on your parents for the rest of your life, and besides, your parents favor your older and younger brothers."

"Yes, admit your mistake."

……

Chen Xiuqin gritted her teeth and snorted coldly.

It's impossible for her to admit her mistake.

When Song Xianglan gets old, who will she rely on? She'll have to rely on her eldest daughter-in-law.

back home.

I smelled a meaty aroma.

She sniffed and stared at the kitchen door with a sly look.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting were talking.

"Tingting, you have no idea that your mother did a good deed in the south of the city. Late at night, she caught an armed criminal with just a shovel. That bad guy shot your mother in the arm."

Song Tingting exclaimed in surprise:

"Mom, were you shot in the arm?"

"It's nothing. Don't make a fuss."

Song Xianglan said one sentence, and immediately raised her voice:

"Quickly pour in the soy sauce. Pour the water used to soak the shiitake mushrooms into the pot, then add some hot water..."

"Mom, I understand."

Song Tingting was busy and flustered, the sound of the spatula stirring the food filling the air. Then she poured water into the pot.

"Mom, should we blanch the abalone?"

"Yes. Braised pork with mushrooms and abalone. Let your sister-in-law try it." Song Xianglan sat on the long bench by the door. "Let's have lunch under the tree today."

"We ate even better today than during Chinese New Year."

The food we ate during the Lunar New Year was always good.

Song Xianglan works at a slaughterhouse, so it's impossible for her not to have meat to eat.

The women and children of the Koizumi Brigade were all good at scavenging for food on the beach, whether it was shellfish, squid, mackerel, leaf fish, yellowfin tuna, etc.

Aside from exchanging money, it's all about the delicious food on the table.

Previously, all the delicious food ended up in the stomachs of Yang Dashan, Yang Jianjun, and Chen Xiuqin.

Song Tingting could only drink some soup.

"I'll cook delicious food for you every day from now on."

Song Tingting dared not agree.

That's such a waste of money.

Shen Huijun was tending the fire by the stove.

"Mom, I want to go beachcombing too."

"Okay. Your studies are the most important thing for you. Mom hopes that you and Tingting will both study hard."

……

I heard laughter and cheerful voices coming from the kitchen.

Chen Xiuqin felt as if her heart had been torn apart, thrown to the ground, and stomped on.

Dazhuang ran in.

The little guy was covered in sweat from running, and when snot dripped to his mouth, he sucked it back in.

"Mom, I want to eat meat." Dazhuang wiped his nose.

Chen Xiuqin slapped it dismissively.

"Ask your grandma for meat."

Dazhuang's eyes reddened with grievance, "She wouldn't give me meat to eat, and she even hit me."

"Say a few nice things to me."

"Grandma says you're all crooked from head to toe, and you're all full of bad ideas." Dazhuang wasn't good at studying, but he was quick to parrot what others said.

Chen Xiuqin was so angry that her chest hurt.

He put down the shovel and basket, and forced a smile.

Arriving at the kitchen door.

"Mom, what are you making today?" Her eyes were fixed greedily on the small table in the kitchen.

A plate of salt and pepper pork ribs on top.

A plate of stir-fried pork liver.

Small mixed fish and water spinach in soy sauce.

There was also a plate of razor clams with ginger and scallions.

Chen Xiuqin's mouth watered as she watched, and she swallowed hard several times.

"What we eat is none of your business," Song Xianglan retorted.