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

As she spoke, Widow Wang deliberately leaned forward.

He reached out to pull the sleeve of a relative of the Cai family next to him.

The relative turned pale with fright and retreated several steps as if avoiding a plague, crashing directly into the door frame.

"What kind of shoving and pulling is this? Don't move!" The relative's voice cracked with fright. "Just stand there and talk."

Widow Wang stopped and slowly straightened her collar.

She turned her head and pouted at Song Xianglan:

"When I visited someone's home, the host wouldn't even offer me a seat, making me stand and talk. It's clear that this wealthy family's character is worse than that of a widow like me who knows proper etiquette."

"I was wondering why it's been raining lately; you guys have really given me pause."

Grandpa Cai's face twitched violently.

These village women's words were barbed, deliberately targeting their most sensitive points.

He gritted his teeth and slammed his cane heavily on the ground.

"Let them sit down." Old Master Cai waved to the nanny, "Go to the kitchen and tell them to prepare a feast to entertain them properly."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dahua's eyes lit up instantly.

They went straight around the table and crawled into the backyard.

"I'll go to the kitchen and see what's good to eat."

Even several members of the Cai family couldn't stop them.

A short while later, Liu Dahua's loud voice came from the kitchen.

"This kind of crab won't do; you must use crab with roe to steam glutinous rice."

"This is grouper in the basin, which is much better than red grouper. Steam it for me."

"Oh my, there's also shark fin soup. Cook me a big pot, we like to drink it like vermicelli soup."

"These abalone are too small to even fill a tooth gap. Let's get the bigger ones over there, yes, those three-headed abalone."

Cai Zhiyong's wife was so angry that her face turned red and her neck bulged. She forcefully pushed Liu Dahua out of the kitchen.

"Are you ordering food or robbing us? This is all food we've prepared for the holidays. You don't get to see good food normally, so you come here to eat the big shots."

Song Xianglan sat imposingly in her armchair, watching coldly.

"We came to your house to eat. If you're reluctant, just say so. Lobster and rats are our daily staple." Song Xianglan tapped the table. "If you don't want to feed us, fine, we'll go to the city and reason with you."

"Any other villager with a weaker constitution would have been terrified by your ridiculous actions, suffocating in anger and resentment, and might even have died of anger within a year or two. I'm not buying it."

Old Master Cai, suppressing his anger, bluntly retorted:

"Do as they say."

By the time the food was served, the Cai family members' faces were extremely grim.

Song Xianglan and three others sat around the Eight Immortals table.

They don't care about etiquette or rules at all.

Liu Chounu picked up the large bowl containing shark fin soup and drank two large bowls in a row, the slurping sounds echoing throughout the main hall.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth, grabbed a three-headed abalone, and bit off half of it in one go.

"I don't eat rice, it's too filling." Liu Chounu pointed to the Western-style plate on the table, "Give me that bone-in steak, I'll eat it with my hands."

The four of them ate until they were completely stuffed.

His mouth was dripping with oil.

atrocious.

In the village, everyone cares about their reputation, and they are even mindful of what they eat.

We arrived at the Cai family's house today.

Song Xianglan had specifically instructed that all of her husband's ugliest eating habits be brought out.

Use it for others to see.

We just want to disgust them to death.

Cai Zhiyong, watching from the side, felt nauseous and turned his head away in disgust.

The food was completely devoured.

Song Xianglan wiped her hands with a tablecloth and leaned back in her chair.

"Alright, we've finished eating. Let's continue discussing the apology in the newspaper."

The ugly woman picked her teeth and glanced sideways at Cai Zhiyong.

"Just a reminder, make the font size in the newspaper bigger. My eyesight isn't good, and I can't see the small print clearly."

If all else fails, we'll go back to the village and pool some money to help you get your apology statement published in the Xincheng Evening News and a major provincial newspaper for several days.

The ugly woman turned to look at Widow Wang.

"When we're old and nearing death, will we still be able to pull out this newspaper and reminisce?"

"Absolutely," Widow Wang chimed in. "We can buy these newspapers and keep them. We can buy a lot and distribute a couple to every household in town, just for fun."

Grandpa Cai felt his vision go black and black again.

If we really do as they say, the Cai family will be humiliated.

From now on, forget about saving face, you won't even have any substance.

"Comrade Song," Old Master Cai said, leaning on the edge of the table and taking a deep breath, "the newspaper publication is waived. I'll give you extra money."

"I don't need your meager sum," Song Xianglan replied outright.

At this moment, Liu Dahua grabbed a leftover onion biscuit and brought it close to Song Xianglan.

"Xianglan, you said these onion biscuits are crispy and fragrant. Can our own food factory make them?"

Song Xianglan took the half-biscuit and looked at it.

"We should be able to produce it by setting up a production line. But the machine will probably have to be imported, and we don't have the channels to get it."

If only Song Xianglan knew she could be reborn.

In my past life, I must have cultivated good relationships and tried hard to remember the ways to make money.

Grandpa Cai... His ancestors didn't exert any effort in the underworld, and he just had a bad year and encountered a bandit and a village woman.

He glared fiercely at Cai Zhiyong.

Is this the result of your background check?

The story goes that Song Xianglan was a butcher who was abandoned by her husband. Her son went to fight in the southwest and never came back, and her daughter was almost sold.

They actually own a food factory.

Cai Zhiyong kept his head down, not daring to tell the old man that he seemed to have heard someone bragging that her son was the vice mayor that morning.

Grandpa Cai cleared his throat, his attitude softening slightly.

"Comrade Song. This matter was indeed a miscalculation on the part of our Cai family. But this old man stays at home all day long and is unaware of what's happening outside. It was all a foolish thing that my two grandsons did in their youthful impetuosity."

He directly pushed Cai Zhiyong and Cai Zhikun to the front as shields.

Song Xianglan turned her head and looked at the three women, Liu Chounu and Liu Chounu, who were all stunned.

"Have you learned anything yet?"

Song Xianglan tapped the edge of the table. "Look how quick-witted the rich are. They've found a scapegoat right here and now. I was saying the Cai family had some kind of history; turns out they were cooks, born to shift blame."

The ugly woman scratched her head.

What is a scapegoat?

"The scapegoat is someone who was supposed to be doing something that everyone was discussing and agreed on, but things went wrong and couldn't be salvaged."

To protect himself, the leader chose the least useful person to take the blame.

Song Xianglan scoffed and glanced at Cai Zhiyong. "When the time comes, just say he's a temporary worker. On occasions like today, we'll probably have to tell everyone that this grandson is fake, not a member of the Cai family, just a temporary grandson."

Grandpa Cai's eyes twitched.

Is this old woman drinking arsenic?

She licked her lips; she would surely poison herself to death.

He stared at Song Xianglan, their eyes clashing several times in the air, but he couldn't gain the upper hand at all.

Song Xianglan... This old man won't let this matter go unresolved unless he bleeds a little today.

Grandpa Cai clenched his back teeth.

This woman isn't shameless, she's just too thick-skinned to hide it.

Song Xianglan saw right through his thoughts.

Don't judge my appearance; I don't make a living based on my looks. And don't judge my character either; you're not as good as me.

Grandpa Cai... that old woman is cunning and has come prepared today.

He could only manage a stiff smile.

"Comrade Song, I heard that you helped quite a few people when you were working at the slaughterhouse. You're a kind-hearted person..."

"Stop."

Song Xianglan raised her hand to interrupt him, "I am naturally sharp-tongued and extremely vicious. If I am not doing well, no one else should expect to be happy either. Don't try to get close to me; when I was in the slaughterhouse, all I did was stab people in the heart with a knife."

Grandpa Cai has given up on beating around the bush.

"What exactly do you want?"

The ugly woman stood to the side, giggling.

"If you had been so straightforward earlier, we would have been more forthcoming too. Since your factory can get imported machinery, why don't you also set up two production lines for us?"

Seeing that Old Master Cai's face was growing increasingly grim, Song Xianglan spoke up before he could explode.

"I'm willing to pay. I just want to use your connections to buy equipment and set up two production lines."

Unable to bear this injustice, Cai Zhiyong shook off the hand of the person next to him.

"Grandpa, we absolutely cannot agree to that. I'll just publish an apology in the newspaper."

"Fine." Song Xianglan slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "If you publish it in the newspaper, I'll pay for the same page."

I'll write a special article explaining what "temporary grandson" means.

"And while I'm at it, let me give your food factory some publicity. Let outsiders and your customers see the Cai family's way of doing things."

Cai Zhiyong pointed at Song Xianglan, so angry he jumped up and down.

"This is extortion."

"You're wrong." Song Xianglan straightened the hem of her clothes, her eyes cold and sharp. "I'm an anti-fraud warrior. You failed to extort me and were outmaneuvered instead. You're nothing but defeated opponents."