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

Xiao Yan looked at everyone, and only after Song Xiangmei pulled her down to sit down did she finally get a seat.

"Grandma, you all eat too. Where are Sixth Aunt, Sixth Uncle, and Eldest Aunt?"

"They have hands and feet, so they serve themselves."

"Xiao Yan is really pretty." Song Xiangmei looked her over. "Her eyebrows and eyes are like Lao Wu's, and her nose and mouth are like her mother's. She has all the best features of your parents. It's just that she's too thin, hasn't grown tall enough, and her skin is a bit tanned from the sun. She'll be fine after resting at home for a while."

Song Xiangmei's loving gaze never left Xiao Yan.

Song Xianglan came out of the kitchen with two plates and placed them on the table.

"The leftover boiled shrimp from dinner, and a few pieces of pan-fried ribbonfish." Song Xianglan pushed the plate towards Xiaoyan, "Eat slowly, there's more hot in the pot."

Song Xianglan turned to look at Wen Tao and Wen Qiang standing beside her.

"What are you two doing standing there? Want some late-night snacks?"

Wen Tao quickly waved his hand.

"Third Aunt, no need, we're not hungry."

Wen Qiang nodded repeatedly.

The words had barely left his mouth when, "Gulp..."

A long, drawn-out sound of intestinal peristalsis echoed in the quiet main room.

Wen Qiang's face flushed red to the roots of his neck. He awkwardly covered his stomach, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. "I...I'm actually not hungry."

Song Xianglan couldn't help but laugh.

"Young men, if you're hungry, you're hungry. What's there to be embarrassed about?" Song Xianglan pulled out a chair. "I'm getting old, and your grandmothers are even older. We can't digest late-night snacks. You young people have plenty of energy; you could eat a whole cow in the middle of the night without any problem."

Chunxia came out carrying two large bowls of steaming hot chicken noodles.

"Wentao and Wenqiang, come and eat quickly." Chunxia pointed to the bowl, "I specially added two extra eggs, as well as our local 'fist mother' and taro balls. Try them and see how they are different from those over there."

Wen Tao's Adam's apple bobbed.

Back in the Tang family, let alone meat, the two brothers wouldn't even get a decent piece of pork cracklings during holidays.

Wentao pulled his younger brother to sit down.

The two buried their heads in their noodles, slurping them down without looking up.

It was too late.

Seeing that the three children were indeed exhausted, Song Xianglan swallowed back all the questions she wanted to ask.

"Go and rest early after you finish eating." Song Xianglan stood up, yawning. "Tonight, Xiaoyan will sleep with me and your grandma. Don't be afraid since it's your first night sleeping alone. Just sleep with us two old folks."

Xiao Yan put down her bowl and nodded obediently.

Lying on a spacious, soft bed, covered with a blanket that smells of soap.

Xiao Yan barely turned over before falling into a deep sleep.

Beside them, the two sisters, Song Xiangmei and Song Xianglan, couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

"The fifth child can finally rest in peace," Song Xiangmei sighed in the darkness. "All three children have been found."

"You'll have to worry less about them from now on," Song Xianglan said. "Xiao Chuan's older brothers are all troublesome."

"They didn't bother me," Song Xiangmei replied. "Even if they did, I wouldn't see them."

The two sisters tossed and turned.

The village rooster crowed several times before he could barely close his eyes for a while.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

There was some commotion in the yard.

Da Hua and Er Hua got up early, went into the kitchen to wash rice and peel sweet potatoes, and cooked a big pot of thick sweet potato porridge.

Erhua took the washbasin to the breakfast stall at the street corner.

I brought back a full basin of golden and crispy fried dough sticks and meat buns.

The fragrance filled the entire courtyard.

Song Xiangmei came out neatly dressed, her face glowing with happiness, even the wrinkles around her eyes showed her joy.

From last night until now, the smile on her lips has never faded.

"Are the children all up yet?" Song Xiangmei asked.

The Wentao brothers had already been sweeping the yard.

Xiao Yan also followed Er Hua into the kitchen, carrying bowls and chopsticks.

The family sat around the table eating breakfast.

"After we finish eating, Xiao Chuan, take Wen Tao, Wen Qiang, and Xiao Yan to the village ancestral hall." Song Xiangmei's expression turned solemn. "Go and offer incense to their father. Tell him that his bloodline has returned to the Nie family to acknowledge their ancestors. Also, inform the ancestors."

Xiao Chuan took a fried dough stick and said, "Okay."

Wen Tao nodded, his eyes red.

Xiao Yan ate the sweet potato porridge in her bowl, her heart heavy.

Song Xianglan didn't do any work in the morning.

I ate a bowl of sweet potato porridge and half a fried dough stick, but then I didn't want to eat anymore.

"Xiao Yan, how many hours do you work over there each day? What time do you get up in the morning?" Song Xianglan asked carefully.

Xiao Yan answered honestly:

"I get up at five o'clock. First, I cook pig feed to feed the pigs, then feed the chickens and ducks, wash clothes for the whole family, and then cook a meal for the whole family. I work in the fields until dark, and then I have to clean up the house inside and out at night. But all of this is done with my sister Yuena."

Song Xianglan was furious.

"That damned Tang Datian!" Song Xianglan gritted her teeth. "This isn't raising a daughter, it's hiring two free laborers! He doesn't even care about his own daughter?"

"Sister Yuena is a very nice person. She often goes to her grandma's house to relax, and she will also find opportunities to take me there." Xiaoyan smiled as she spoke of Yuena.

Thinking about Yuena's future life, his smile faded.

Song Xianglan launched into a tirade:

"That despicable bastard! Da Hua came back yesterday and said he's a poor but arrogant scoundrel. If it weren't for the long distance, I would have taken a bus there today and stood in front of his house to curse him for three hundred rounds."

As Xiao Yan listened, she secretly sized up her third aunt.

She found it strange.

The relatives on Nie's side were completely different from the people she knew.

Tang Datian was the undisputed ruler at home; women would be slapped if they dared to utter a single word in rebuttal.

But when they arrived at the Nie family, these women were all very opinionated, loud, and upright.

Even her own uncle, Nie Xiaochuan, a grown man, doesn't have as much influence as a few women in the family.

What intrigued her even more was the age range.

There's my little cousin who can't speak yet, and yesterday my aunt said her grandson already has children. All these generations and ages are mixed together, creating a lively and vibrant atmosphere.

They were talking.

The courtyard gate was pushed open halfway.

A head popped in, looking shifty and sneaky.

"Mom, are we having guests? I saw Erhua carrying a basin and buying so many fried dough sticks and meat buns this morning," the person at the door called out, their voice slightly ingratiating.

Nie Lao Er's wife overheard villagers gossiping early in the morning that Lao Wu's three burdens had all been brought back.

She was quick-witted and eager to see if there was anything she could gain by taking advantage of Song Xiangmei, or perhaps curry favor with her. So she came over excitedly to find out what was going on.

She had just stepped into the courtyard when her eyes met those of Song Xianglan, who was sitting in the center of the main room.

Song Xianglan glared at him, about to unleash a torrent of abuse.

Nie Lao Er's wife's face changed drastically, as if she had seen a living Yama. Without even saying hello, she withdrew her foot.

"The pot at home is burnt," she made up, then turned and ran away.

They disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Xianglan sat in the chair, amused by her own anger.

"What's wrong with her?" Song Xianglan turned to Chunxia, ​​who had just come out of the inner room yawning, and asked, "What's wrong with her? Why is she running around like that so early in the morning?"

Chunxia was holding an enamel mug and brushing her teeth slowly and deliberately.

She spat out the white foam from her mouth.

After rinsing my mouth, I cupped the water in the basin in my hands and washed my face.

"Third Aunt, what can she run away from? She's afraid of you, of course." Chunxia walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up half a fried dough stick. "With your temper, her legs would cramp just looking at you."

Song Xianglan snorted:

"She's just feeling guilty."

Chunxia took a bite of the fried dough stick, chewing it with a loud crunch. "She's actually afraid of me too."

"Afraid of you?" Da Hua replied, holding her bowl. "She's been hanging around you a lot, whether she has something to do or not."

Chunxia smiled.

"That's because I have a leisurely life."

"I beat and scolded her, but I gave her some hope when I was bored." Chunxia squinted her eyes. "I just liked to see her stupid face, scheming and scheming but not understanding."

Didn't Fourth Brother absolutely refuse to divorce Fourth Sister-in-law? I messed things up and they got divorced anyway. Now they're like enemies, fighting every time they see each other.