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

"Grandma." Erbao opened his arms for a hug, then suddenly jumped up and gestured to show the height difference between them, "Look, I'm taller than you now. From now on, it's my turn to protect you."

Erbao pressed Song Xianglan's shoulders, pulling her head towards his chest, and grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Song Xianglan slapped his hand away in annoyance.

"You brat, you have no manners. You'll still grow taller, but I'll only get shorter and shorter."

Da Bao walked over, smiled and nodded at Song Xianglan, then turned and pinched Fu Bao's nose.

"Fu Bao has gained weight again."

Da Bao stood there silently and commanded the scene, while Er Bao was constantly busy.

The two brothers, with their completely different personalities, came together.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was completely ignited.

Mr. Shen parked his bicycle and wiped his sweat. "When these two boys came out of the train station, I didn't even recognize them. They've grown so much taller."

"You must be hungry after traveling such a long way." Song Xianglan rolled up her sleeves. "Today I'll cook for you myself, and make you some dishes from our hometown in Qingyang."

Erbao's eyes lit up when he heard that.

"That's great. I've had no taste in my mouth for the past few days, and I still crave Grandma's fried pork with vinegar and oyster omelet."

The two brothers, Erbao and Dabao, lived with Song Xianglan for a period of time.

In their eyes, Song Xianglan was their own grandmother.

Shenzhen has a wide variety of seafood, but in the stomachs of Qingyang people, no matter where they are from, they can't taste the same flavor as their hometown.

In the kitchen, the old fan was whirring.

Song Xianglan tied on an apron, and Wang Ma stood beside her, quickly helping to wash the vegetables and hand them plates.

"Comrade Song, what's the secret to making Qingyang vegetables? I'll learn a trick today so that when Comrade Song and the others want to eat them, I can make them." Wang Ma stared at Song Xianglan's movements.

Song Xianglan sliced ​​the meat into thin strips with practiced ease.

"The key lies in the ingredients. Vinegar-marinated pork must be thoroughly marinated in vinegar; even with the same seafood, the cooking methods differ."

Wang Ma nodded repeatedly, keeping it in mind.

More than an hour later.

The food was served.

A large pot of steaming sweet potato starch dumplings was served, filled with plump razor clams, oysters, and lean meat, emitting a delicious aroma.

A plate of oyster omelets.

Freshly fried pork with vinegar.

There was also a plate of yellowfin tuna in soy sauce on the side, the fish meat soaked up the sauce.

Stir-fried snow peas with shredded pork.

Several children gathered around the table, their chopsticks flashing and creating afterimages.

Erbao stuffed a big mouthful of braised pork in vinegar, and mumbled a thumbs up, "Grandma's cooking is amazing! She could open a restaurant and make a fortune!"

Youbao sat next to Erbao, her eyes crinkling with delight as she ate.

Da Bao carefully removed the fish bones and placed a clean piece of fish meat into Fu Bao's bowl.

He turned to Song Xianglan and asked earnestly, "Grandma, is the factory at home still busy lately? My dad asked me to ask if we need any help."

Song Xianglan swallowed the fish in her mouth and placed her chopsticks on the rim of the bowl.

"Things haven't been too bad at the family factory lately." She pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth. "Once the land in Shenzhen is approved, your dad will have to bring people over to build the factory. It won't just be the workshops; the office buildings and dormitories will all have to be built from scratch."

Da Bao nodded, "My dad likes to be a little busy."

Shen's mother placed a piece of pickled pork on Da Bao's plate and casually asked, "Da Bao, have you two been in contact with your mother lately?"

These words were spoken.

The atmosphere at the dinner table momentarily froze.

Da Bao paused, his chopsticks still in his hand, the warmth in his eyes completely gone. "My grandma called home a few times."

His tone was cold and hard, devoid of warmth. "His words were full of complaints. He said that my mother had a hard time outside, and that she had suffered a lot for me and my second child."

Da Bao looked puzzled. "She always feels that my dad has mistreated her. She looks down on my dad and on us. Since she despises him so much, why does she keep calling to say that my mom is suffering?"

Da Bao poked at the rice in his bowl, "Even without Grandma, we wouldn't be without Mom."

Mrs. Shen sighed and did not reply.

Erbao, oblivious to everything, chewed on an oyster omelet and mumbled, "Last month, Aunt Congying gave us a letter that was sent from abroad."

"What did the letter say?" Shen Huijun asked.

"My mom told me about her situation and slipped in a photo." Erbao swallowed. "The photo shows a family of three. My mom is so thin now, she doesn't look as good as before."

"A family of three?" Shen Huijun was stunned. "She married Fu Qingnian?"

Erbao shook her head. "It wasn't that Fu guy. It was a man I didn't know, who looked quite old. She was also holding a baby, and the letter said she had given birth to a son."

The second child doesn't have as many memories of his mother as the first child.

He was too young then.

As time passed, his memories of his mother gradually faded. All he remembered were countless days and nights when he cried for his mother.

His father would hold him and comfort him, telling him that his mother was studying in Shanghai, and that he would cry when they fell asleep. He had seen it at night.

after that.

My mother returned to live in the new city for a very short period of time.

"Oh," Mrs. Shen raised an eyebrow, "she certainly knows how to give birth to a son."

There's another member of the Song family who's going crazy from missing his son so much.

Song Xianglan sat to the side, her heart skipping a beat.

The An family used every means to bring An Xiyang and Fu Qingnian together, but in the end it didn't work out.

An Xiyang ended up marrying a man of unknown origin; there must have been something wrong with her that she didn't understand.

However, this matter has nothing to do with her.

She shouldn't bother with other people's messy affairs.

"Let's not talk about this, it's a downer." Song Xianglan changed the subject, "Dabao, what are your plans for next year's high school entrance exam?"

Da Bao's expression softened. "I want to get into Xincheng No. 1 High School. And when I go to university, I want to study finance."

"Finance is good." Song Xianglan nodded approvingly. "What about you, Erbao?"

Erbao grinned, "I like airplanes and cannons. I want to go to an aerospace school and build airplanes in the future."

Da Bao glanced at Er Bao and snorted coldly:

"Building an airplane? With your lousy grades, you'd struggle to even build a paper airplane. You treat studying like a joke; you got tenth in the grade in the midterm, and this time you've plummeted to the lower middle of the class in the final exam. Your ambitions have already soared."

Erbao pouted unconvinced:

"That's because I had a stomachache on the day of the exam and didn't perform well."

"Your stomach always acts up when it's time for exams."

Shen Huijun interjected with a smile:

"I've been working on a study plan for Yifeng, and for Dabao and Erbao, how about I make one for you two too?"

Upon hearing this, Shen's father immediately chimed in:

"The plan is ready. I'll be responsible for supervising their tutoring."

Shen Huijun burst out laughing.

"Dad, the textbooks for middle school now are very different from what they were back then. Look at those math, physics, and chemistry textbooks, I guarantee you won't understand them."

Mr. Shen glared at his daughter but didn't say anything.

Youbao sat next to Song Xianglan, his little hands, covered in oil stains, tugging at the hem of Song Xianglan's clothes.

"Grandma," Youbao looked up, "Mom makes plans for my older brother and sister, so you should make a study plan for me too."

Song Xianglan looked down at his round face.

He reached out and pinched his little ear.

"I'll make a plan for you?" Song Xianglan chuckled. "Sure. I'll make you a pig-slaughtering plan."

Youbao's eyes widened in surprise.

"Slaughtering a pig?"

"That's right. The first step is how to get into the pigpen and catch the pig. The second step is how to tie up its four hooves. The third step is to make a clean cut." Song Xianglan gestured as if she were slitting her throat.

Youbao's eyes lit up as he listened, and a string of drool actually dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Great! I'll be a pig butcher from now on!" Youbao clapped her hands. "I'll slaughter pigs every day, eat lots of meat every day, and not eat a single vegetable."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Wang Ma, who was standing nearby, quickly grabbed a large water spinach stem with her chopsticks and stuffed it directly into Youbao's open mouth.

"Stop dreaming. You need to eat more vegetables now," Wang Ma said, glaring at her.

Youbao chewed on a mouthful of bitter vegetable leaves, his little face scrunched up.

Everyone at the table burst into laughter at his antics.