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

"roll!"

Song Xianglan seemed to be avoiding something dirty.

"Yang Dashan, do you want me to continue to leech off you and be your slave?"

Keep dreaming.

Get as far away from me as possible.

Yang Dashan's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

Song Xianglan wasn't like this before; old women are too fickle.

The enticing aroma of the food was so tempting that he swallowed hard.

I'm hungry.

Song Xianglan raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "Are you full?"

Yang Dashan covered his face and glared at her hatefully.

He slunk back to his little room.

Song Xianglan turned around and went back to the stove to keep busy.

Song Xianglan made a dish of pickled cucumber and oysters.

I steamed a plate of yellowfin tuna.

Finally, stir-fry some water spinach with minced garlic.

After placing the dishes on the table, Song Xianglan wiped her hands and walked to the gate of the courtyard, looking towards the dirt road at the entrance of the village.

As darkness fell, Shen Huijun and Tingting still hadn't returned.

This was their first time going to the county town alone to distribute goods. Although things have loosened up now, there are still rumors of cracking down on speculation.

The soft clattering of dishes came from the kitchen.

Song Xianglan turned around abruptly.

Yang Dashan crouched down and slipped out of the kitchen, carrying a large bowl in his hand, and darted into the side room like a thief.

Song Xianglan did not stop her.

She wanted him to steal the food so she could carry out her plan.

Yang Dashan hid in his musty little room, looking at the overflowing bowl of salty rice.

The glistening rice grains, coated with diced shiitake mushrooms and pork belly, smelled so good they made his nose tingle.

He didn't care that it was hot.

He grabbed his chopsticks and started shoveling food into his mouth.

"Huffing and puffing..."

They ate one bite after another, not daring to chew properly, for fear that someone would snatch it away.

Oily, salty rice tastes better than anything else.

Just a few minutes.

The large bowl of rice was emptied in no time.

Yang Dashan let out a burp, licked the rim of the bowl with lingering satisfaction, but felt even more uneasy.

Such good food.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could eat this every day?

It's all Song Xianglan's fault for not living a good life and having to cause trouble...

Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin dragged their leaden legs back.

The two of them had been working hard in the fields all day.

The aroma of food filled the air.

Their eyes turned green with envy.

Yang Jianjun instinctively shouted:

"Mom, is there any food? I'm starving."

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and gave him a cold glance:

"Don't call me Mom, it makes me sick. Call me Auntie, call me Auntie, or even just my name, Song Xianglan, it's all much more pleasant than this 'Mom'."

Yang Jianjun's eyes reddened with grievance.

"I'm your own son. Dazhuang and Erzhuang are your own grandsons."

"You wouldn't really abandon your own son for that bastard child of Song Xiangdong, would you?"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap was exceptionally loud.

Yang Jianjun was knocked to the side by the blow, staring at Song Xianglan in disbelief:

"Mom...you...you've really gone mad!"

Song Xianglan's eyes were like knives. "In my eyes, you are the bastard."

Yang Jianjun: ……

A mother's love will disappear.

Seeing that things were not going well, Chen Xiuqin, who was standing nearby, had already slipped into the kitchen.

She swallowed hard.

I found a large enamel basin and scooped the whole pot of salty rice, along with the crispy rice crust, into it.

Turning my head, I saw a plate of steamed yellowfin tuna on the stove, fresh out of the pot and still untouched, the tender fish meat still steaming.

Chen Xiuqin's heart skipped a beat.

Holding a full rice bowl in one hand and a plate of fish in the other, he turned to leave.

As soon as I turned around, I met a pair of eyes that were as cold as ice.

Song Xianglan blocked the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, looking at her with a half-smile:

"lay down."

Chen Xiuqin's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the plate.

The delicious aroma wafted into her nose, and she couldn't bear to put it down.

Chen Xiuqin almost knelt down.

"Mom, I know I was wrong. I was blinded by greed and listened to Jianjun's nonsense. I've really changed. Please give me another chance..."

Song Xianglan didn't listen to her nonsense at all.

He snatched the enamel basin full of salted rice and slammed it heavily on the stove with a "bang".

They also snatched the plate of yellowfin tuna back.

Chen Xiuqin was heartbroken.

She went back to her parents' home hoping to get a free meal, but her sister-in-law berated her indirectly, saying that she deserved to suffer because she was causing trouble.

She's caught in the middle now.

"Please forgive us this time, for Dazhuang and Erzhuang's sake. The children are innocent..."

Song Xianglan sighed deeply.

With a pained expression on her face, she said, "Xiuqin, it's not that I'm heartless. I just can't swallow this."

Chen Xiuqin was taken aback.

I don't understand where this comes from.

Song Xianglan's face was full of forbearance and hatred.

"Have you heard the gossip in the village?"

Everyone says Yang Dashan has spent all his money over the years subsidizing Zhang Yujuan. They also say Wang Cong is living a very comfortable life, compared to our family.

Although Wang Dahai earns money by running ships.

But men who work on ships need to find women.

Where did Wang Cong's family get so much money to live a life of luxury?

Look at Zhang Yujuan's clothes. And her grandson, always chewing on milk candy, that costs money!

Song Xianglan solemnly wiped away non-existent tears:

"I've toiled my whole life, scrimping and saving to support you, and all that money has ended up in the pockets of swindlers. Can you swallow this?"

Chen Xiuqin's eyes widened little by little.

These words struck like a thunderbolt.

It dispelled the fog in her heart.

No wonder my father-in-law goes to see Zhang Yujuan all the time, whether he has something to do or not.

They always said that Zhang Yujuan had a good personality, was good-looking, and spoke kindly.

The thought of myself eating meager rations while that slut's family enjoys a life of luxury with their own money is unbearable.

A fire suddenly ignited in Chen Xiuqin's heart, even overshadowing her hunger.

She now wishes she could tear Zhang Yujuan to pieces!

Chen Xiuqin asked through gritted teeth:

"Mom, is this true?"

There's no smoke without fire.

Song Xianglan sighed and shook her head.

He scooped up a spoonful of rice and handed it to Chen Xiuqin.

"I'm also disheartened, so all I can give you is this little bit of salty rice."

"Who told you to be so close to that Zhang Yujuan?"

"You used to call each other so affectionately."

They kept calling me "Aunt Yujuan" and "Godmother Yujuan," which made me feel nauseous, like I'd swallowed a fly.

"That idiot Yang Jianjun made me shout it!"

Chen Xiuqin took the bowl of rice.

His eyes were filled with resentment. "Mom, don't worry, I'm not done with that slut."

Done.

She picked up the bowl of rice, turned around, and left.

Go back inside.

Chen Xiuqin closed the door.

She quickly shoveled the bowl of rice into her stomach, even licking the last grain of rice from the bottom of the bowl clean.

It's okay for a child to miss a meal.

She can't go hungry.

Song Xianglan stood at the kitchen doorway, a cold smile playing on her lips.

She deliberately let Yang Dashan sneak a bite.

Provoking Chen Xiuqin was also intentional.

She wanted to sharpen Chen Xiuqin's knife as much as possible.

Give it a little treat, and it will bite even harder.

"Mom! Mom! We're back!"

Song Xianglan felt relieved and quickly went to meet her.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting couldn't hide their joy. Although they were covered in sweat, their eyes were incredibly bright.

As soon as they entered, the two pounced on Song Xianglan like two excited little sparrows.

Song Tingting leaned close to her ear and whispered in a trembling voice:

"Mom, we made a killing today!"

"Could I quit studying and focus solely on this?"

Song Xianglan's face turned cold, and she glared at Song Tingting fiercely. "Song Tingting, what did you promise me back then?"