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

The two stood under the blazing sun, the heat seeping into their trouser legs.

"We have to deal with this." Song Xianglan tightened the boning knife in her belt. "Talk is useless; we need evidence. Let's go to the mall and buy a camera. Let's take pictures of that girl and that withered old woman. With their appearance and birth dates matching, Song Qiang, being a sensitive person, will definitely be suspicious."

Shen's mother grabbed her arm.

"Why waste money like that? Huijun's dad brought two cameras with him. He's always taking pictures of birds and flowers. Just use his."

Song Xianglan nodded, "That's fine. Let's go back first."

The two walked back.

After running for half a day, my legs felt like lead.

Shen's mother walked to a shady spot under a tree, plopped down on a cement block, and refused to move.

"Mother-in-law, I can't walk anymore. I really have no strength left."

Song Xianglan wiped the sweat from her face. "Is there anywhere to eat around here? Let's grab something to eat first."

Mother Shen's eyes lit up. "Yes. Just around the corner is Yang Liu's shop. Let's eat there."

Song Xianglan was somewhat surprised. "She opened her own shop?"

"Absolutely. Business is booming." Mrs. Shen stood up and patted her bottom. "She's so quick and efficient now, a completely different person from how she used to cry and make a fuss."

The two turned two corners, and a rich aroma of meat wafted over.

The storefront in front was wide open, with roast goose, char siu, and poached chicken hanging in the glass window, glistening with oil and dripping with juice.

A wooden sign hangs above the door: Jiafeng Roast Meat.

Yang Liu, wearing a white apron and sleeves, was chopping meat in front of the cutting board.

Her long hair was neatly tied up, without a single stray hair.

Hearing footsteps, Yang Liu looked up, paused for a moment, and then shoved the kitchen knife into the cutting board.

"Third Aunt. Auntie."

She quickly pulled off her sleeve and hurried out to greet them.

"Come in and have a seat. There's a fan inside."

Yang Liu pulled the two of them to the innermost table, where the fan was turned up to its highest setting and was blowing loudly.

She turned to the open kitchen and shouted, "Cut half a roast goose and bring it to the kitchen, then cut a plate of char siu and roast pork."

Song Xianglan looked at Yang Liu.

He wasn't wearing any makeup, his skin was a bit tanned, but his eyes shone with a sharp, decisive energy.

Women who don't let their brains be tied to men's belts are truly capable when it comes to serious matters.

Yang Liu brought over a teapot, poured two cups of cold tea, and pushed them over.

She sat down opposite her.

He picked up his teacup and saw that Song Xianglan's eyes had suddenly reddened.

"Third Aunt, I was foolish before," Yang Liu said, her voice a little hoarse. "I'm here today to apologize to you."

Song Xianglan took a sip of tea. "What mistake are you admitting?"

"I was blinded by greed back then and couldn't tell the difference between good and bad people." Yang Liu laughed self-deprecatingly. "If you hadn't made Song Qiang spit out more money back then, I wouldn't have had the capital to establish myself in Shenzhen."

Song Qiang is very good at manipulating people. If it weren't for your sake, would he have kept a record of me? I even resented your favoritism back then.

"Let's not talk about the past," Song Xianglan waved her hand.

Yang Liu shook her head.

"I can't leave it out. I used to be obsessed with having a son, thinking that if I had a son, Song Qiang's heart would be brought back, and I would have face when I got old."

Now I see things clearly. Relying on my son for retirement is not as good as having money in my own pocket. If I don't earn money, how can I support Yifeng and the others?

"I'm doing well now thanks to Yifeng. The girl is no less capable than the son."

"If you can figure this out, then this shop wasn't opened in vain." Song Xianglan glanced at the clean and tidy shop. "What made you decide to do this?"

Yang Liu sighed:

"When I first came to Shenzhen, I tried to do what you taught Lin Fang and the others: push a small cart to the night market and sell fried noodles. But in less than half a month, my stall was overturned four times."

Who tore it up?

"Thugs who collect protection money." Yang Liu gritted her teeth. "Once they even pulled out a knife. If it weren't for Song Qiang's security company being in that area, and their men coming over and beating me up to settle things, I would be dead."

She paused, then said:

"It was on that occasion that Yifeng finally revealed her true colors to me."

Yang Liu gave a helpless bitter smile: "She said that the 30,000 yuan wasn't taken by her uncle at all. It was Yi Feng who hid the money under the bed board during the chaos. She said she knew her uncle was a bottomless pit and was afraid I would give in all of it if I had a moment of weakness, so she kept it a secret."

As Yang Liu spoke, a hint of pride shone in her eyes.

"That girl Yifeng, she's just like your Song family. She told me that this money can only be used as capital. I spent some money to find a master chef and learned the art of roasting meat for half a year before I was able to get this shop up and running."

Song Xianglan suddenly laughed.

"Yifeng did a great job. We must be careful not to let our guard down."

The kitchen staff came out carrying a tray.

The first thing served was two bowls of steaming hot slow-cooked soup.

Yang Liu placed the soup in front of the two of them. "Drink this soup first to soothe your throat. It's watercress and dried kidney soup, with pork ribs, apricot kernels, chicken feet, dried tangerine peel, and carrots in it. It's been simmering for more than four hours."

Song Xianglan picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The soup is clear and bright.

It has a rich and smooth taste, cooked to perfection.

"This tastes just right," Song Xianglan nodded.

Mother Shen drank several large mouthfuls in a row, saying, "It feels so good; this slow-cooked soup is good for the stomach."

Immediately afterwards, roast goose, char siu, and roast pork were all served.

Yang Liu was still not satisfied, so she turned around and went to the kitchen, where she personally stir-fried some crispy goose intestines, sliced ​​a plate of braised goose liver, and finally blanched a plate of lettuce, drizzled it with oyster sauce, and brought it over.

She served herself a bowl of white rice and sat down to eat with everyone.

"Is the security company helping you now?" Song Xianglan asked.

"They're ordering takeout meals from me every day now. It's a win-win situation, I guess." Yang Liu picked up a piece of char siu and put it in her mouth, her face turning cold.

"That Lin Xue'er is always finding ways to cause trouble. She deliberately showed off the gold chain that Song Qiang bought for her in front of me, and even brought that illegitimate child to the restaurant to eat, complaining that my char siu was not good and the roast goose was not flavorful."

Shen's mother was furious when she heard this.

"How can she be so shameless? Didn't you fight back?"

"I cursed her ancestors for eighteen generations." Yang Liu stabbed the rice in her bowl hard. "I finally understand. She's just relying on having a son, isn't she?"

I'll not let her have her way.

Sifeng and Xiaowu are at home with that little bastard, and I keep an eye on them every day.

I'll risk my life to get more than half of Song Qiang's fortune back for Yi Feng and her sisters; I absolutely can't let that bastard from out of town get it.

Song Xianglan paused, her hand holding the foie gras still.

She almost burst out laughing.

That was a genuine illegitimate foreign child.

The blind man's calculations were too accurate.

Song Qiang was destined to have no children, but each of his several daughters was exceptionally capable and outstanding.

Song Qiang spent his whole life trying to have a son to carry on the family line, but in the end, he raised a son for Lin Xue'er's younger brother for nothing.

If it weren't for the fear that Yang Liu's big mouth would get out of control and she would turn around and run to Lin Xue'er to yell, alerting Lin Xue'er to hide Xi Mei, Song Xianglan would have really wanted to smash this melon in her face right there.

Let her feel triumphant and mock Song Qiang.

Song Xianglan swallowed the goose liver, put down her chopsticks, and wiped her mouth.

"With your skills, it's a waste to just open a roast meat shop." Song Xianglan pointed around. "Is this shop rented?"

"Yes, the rent is one hundred yuan a month. Auntie, you said locals can make a lot of money just from renting out their shops."

"Buy it." Song Xianglan said decisively.

Yang Liu was taken aback. "Buy it? It's not cheap around here."

"Take advantage of Shenzhen's rapid development and buy now. If you don't have enough money, have Yifeng borrow from Song Qiang." Song Xianglan stared at her. "Also, take over that grocery store next door. Turn it into a big restaurant, the kind with private rooms. Hire two chefs to cook, and you can be the proprietress and collect the money."

Shen's mother chimed in from the side.

"Your third aunt has a very sharp eye; she's absolutely right to recommend it."

Song Xianglan leaned back.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

"A woman's life isn't just about staying in the kitchen. Once you've built a strong and successful business, with hundreds of thousands or millions in your hands, you can easily find any guy, let alone Song Qiang, who's younger, more handsome, and willing to put all his effort into you."

Yang Liu's mouth was wide enough to fit a duck egg.

How could she possibly earn as much money in her life as Song Xianglan claimed?

half an hour.

She burst out laughing.

The laughter grew louder and louder, until tears streamed down their faces.

She clutched her stomach, and the worry in her eyes vanished.

"Third Aunt, I'm truly impressed by you." Yang Liu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "What you said is inspiring. Tomorrow I'll go talk to the landlord. I'll take over both properties. If we don't have enough money, I'll have Yi Feng borrow from her father."

Song Xianglan picked up her herbal tea and clinked it against hers.

"Work hard. Women have careers, men take a backseat. Women can also build careers, but they default to choosing family over career, letting men go out and make their way in the world."

When a man makes a name for himself, he blames his wife for being a haggard old woman, not as youthful and fresh as a young girl. Everyone says that marrying an unwise wife brings misfortune to three generations, but no one says that marrying an unwise husband brings misfortune to three generations.

Yang Liu nodded emphatically.

She's really blinded by greed.

How could I have ever thought that Song Xianglan bullied her?

The meal was very enjoyable.

Yang Liu refused to accept money and insisted on packing a sliced ​​roast goose for them to take home.

Song Xianglan did not refuse and carried the roast goose out of the shop.

The sun was already setting in the west, casting long shadows on the ground.

Mother Shen sighed:

"My dear in-law, if Yang Liu knew that the illegitimate child was fake, she'd probably set off a string of firecrackers to celebrate."