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

Zhou Fang placed the gift box on the dining table, turned around, and sat down on the sofa.

"So you've decided to go to Milan?" Zhou Fang asked Song Yulu.

Song Yulu nodded.

"My aunt had Chen Zui give us a lot of overseas magazines before, and I read many of them. I wanted to learn something real, but my skills are limited to making some modifications based on other people's magazines. I don't have my own soul; a designer needs to have their own ideas in their mind."

"I used to think that once I got married, I wouldn't need to run around anymore. Now that I'm single, I'll pursue my dreams."

"We've gone to the right place."

Zhou Fang tapped his knee with his fingers. "I learned design from my master, and he said I must go abroad to study. Only by learning the good things from others can we better build our country."

I had a senior from the same school who happened to be in Milan. He was doing very well there.

I've been in contact with him these past few days, and I'll give you the contact information later.

When you go abroad, you'll be completely lost. If you encounter any problems, just go directly to him; it will save you a lot of trouble. Don't feel embarrassed; interpersonal relationships are maintained by asking others for help.

"Thank you very much, Brother Zhou." Song Yulu said solemnly.

Sister-in-law Song brought out the washed tea set.

She put down the plate. "You can make tea now. Old Tieguanyin is good for digestion."

Song Xianglan's words last night ultimately failed to completely extinguish her longing.

Even now, in front of Cong Ying, Sister-in-law Song couldn't help but speak up.

"Cong Ying," Song Ersao pleaded, "please tell your aunt the truth. Is Yu Lu's health truly beyond saving? Even if there's only the slightest hope, we will definitely treat her. She's still so young; what will happen when she gets old?"

"Your second uncle and I always walked ahead of her. We're brothers now, but who knows what the future holds?"

Song Tian: ...

Song Yang: ...

"Mom, our child is Yulu's child."

Sister-in-law Song choked up, "By then, you'll all need your children to be filial to you. If your children don't like their aunt, there's nothing you can do. Besides, Song Yang, how dare you, a bachelor, talk about your children like that?"

"I...I won't stay single forever." For the first time, Song Yang had the idea of ​​getting married as soon as possible.

Cong Ying met Song Ersao's red eyes.

Concealing information is harmful.

Giving false hope is like cutting flesh.

Cong Ying shook her head without hesitation.

"Second Aunt, there's absolutely nothing we can do. Given current medical conditions, Yulu has no hope whatsoever."

These words came down like a heavy hammer blow.

Song Ersao was struck by immense disappointment.

He slumped in the chair, as if all his strength had been drained, his eyes terrifyingly empty.

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold.

Song Xianglan couldn't bear to see this scene, which put even more pressure on Song Yulu.

"Alright, stop acting like you're about to die." Song Xianglan raised her voice. "Yu Lu will be a golden phoenix that flies away in the future, there's no need to pity her."

"Those with money are often filial. Besides, if you like children, adopt a few or sponsor an orphanage."

"I heard from Shuting that there is a temple in her hometown where a monk named Jinchan has adopted many orphans."

Almost all the boys have cerebral palsy or other disabilities, while the girls are mostly healthy. They're all abandoned by families who wanted to have sons.

A look of heartache flashed in Song Yulu's eyes.

"I want to go to a temple."

Song Yang immediately replied, "I'll go with you."

"it is good."

Song Ersao cursed, "That beast Cai Youde certainly has sons and daughters. My poor daughter."

Song Xianglan's eyes blazed with fury. "We can't let those two scoundrels get away with this."

They've ruined Yulu like this; they can forget about having a peaceful life.

"Once this busy period is over, I'll pay someone to loosen their muscles every month. I'll make sure they can never get up again."

"Godmother, you don't need to bother looking for someone outside to help with this kind of thing."

Zhou Fang said calmly, "Construction contractors have plenty of skilled fighters under their command. They don't even need to draw blood to deal with these vermin."

Cover your head with a cloth bag and aim for the bones, avoiding vital organs.

I guarantee that every few months they'll be bedridden for ten days to two weeks, so the police won't be able to find them."

Song Tian sneered from the side:

"That's what we'll do. Let them see that if they mess with the Song family, they'll only suffer for the rest of their lives."

Song Yulu was touched by everyone's concern for her.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Third Aunt, I want to learn the language in a different place."

"Go to the port city to learn the language?" Song Tian stopped peeling the orange.

"The schools in Xincheng aren't professional enough," Song Yulu said, leaning back on the sofa. "I also want to leave Xincheng for a change of scenery and some complete peace and quiet for a while."

Song Xianglan: "Going to Hong Kong is good. I'll give Chen Zui a call later. He has many relatives and connections in Hong Kong and can help you out. To be honest, our Song family also has some legitimate relatives in Hong Kong."

Song Tian leaned closer, "Does our family have overseas connections?"

"Yes." Song Xianglan looked at Song Tian, ​​"Your great-grandfather's second son, who is also my uncle."

Back then, feeling his family was too poor, he took a few dozen yuan in his pocket, clung to a statue of Xuanwu (the Supreme God of the Dark Heaven), and secretly crossed the border into the port city in the middle of the night in a small black boat.

"In the first few years after he arrived, he secretly sent money to your grandfather a few times. The address he gave was in the North Point area."

Until the early 1970s, when things got tense, contact was completely severed.

My dad suffered a lot because he had a younger brother in Hong Kong, and he was so angry that he burned all those letters.

Song Xianglan turned to Song Yulu and instructed, "When you go there this time, you can wander around North Point and ask around. You might just bump into them."

Song Yulu shook her head, "I'll just enroll in a language course. I don't want to go around asking for relatives all over the place. After I finish the language course, I'll fly straight to Milan."

Song Xianglan waved her hand.

"Whatever you want. Finding someone is all about luck."

Yang Liu returned with groceries.

"Third Aunt, I bought a lot of seafood today. I'm also planning to make some roast meats."

"You young people chat, we'll go into the kitchen."

Song Xianglan and Song Ersao got up to go to the kitchen. Cong Ying and Song Yulu were about to get up when Yang Liu called them back, "The kitchen isn't big, the three of us are enough. You guys have some tea and chat."

Cong Ying laughed and said, "Then we'll just wait to eat."

The kitchen was steaming hot.

The cutting board was covered with freshly prepared seafood.

Song Xianglan cut the Australian lobster into pieces and removed the veins from the mantis shrimp and tiger prawns.

The razor clams were cleaned thoroughly, and the swimming crabs and large abalone were also cleaned.

Heat the iron wok until it's red-hot, then pour in the rich satay sauce and stir-fry until fragrant.

As the hot oil was poured, the rich broth, with its slightly spicy aroma, wafted from the kitchen door into the living room.

The seafood was added to the pot, simmered until the sauce thickened, and a whole pot of bright red satay seafood noodles was served.

This is the main dish today.

Besides Australian lobster, mantis shrimp, tiger prawns, razor clams, swimming crabs, and abalone, it also contains fish balls, fish maw, and squid.

Song Qiang sniffed as he followed behind, "Third Aunt, your satay seafood noodles today could definitely fetch a high price in a restaurant."

"This bowl must cost several hundred yuan." Song Xianglan placed the large soup bowl in the center of the table.

The table was already laden with dishes.

Yang Liu, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen carrying the last two dishes.

The soy sauce chicken, char siu, and roast pork were thickly sliced ​​and arranged on a full plate.

Steamed grouper was drizzled with hot oil, and the aroma of scallions filled the air.

Next to her were stir-fried scallops with bell peppers and snow peas, steamed eel with fermented black beans, and a plate of bright green stir-fried mustard greens. A soup of local pork and vegetables was placed next to Song Xianglan, along with a dish of vinegared pork, a plate of vegetable cakes, and a savory mixed platter.

Everyone sat down around the large dining table.

"So many dishes." Song Tian pulled out a chair. "With Sister Yang Liu's cooking skills, the restaurant's business will definitely boom in the future."

Zhou Fang echoed:

"That's really impressive, he's on par with the head chef of a high-end hotel."

Yang Liu untied her apron and draped it over the back of the chair: "The more people there are, the more we have to make. Eat while it's hot, and next time you're in Shenzhen, eat at my restaurant."

"You're a completely different person now." Song Xianglan looked Yang Liu up and down. "You used to always have a stern face, but now you speak and act more gently, and you have the air of a powerful businesswoman."

Yang Liu served a bowl of local pork soup.

He presented it to Song Xianglan with both hands.

"This is all thanks to Yifeng." Yang Liu sat down, her tone frank. "I used to think that Yifeng had betrayed me. But later I realized how good she is."

The table fell silent.

"Yifeng told me in private that she used to hate her father and everyone in the Song family, feeling that everyone had wronged her." Yang Liu looked at Song Xianglan. "She said that she later ran into Third Aunt on the street. It was Third Aunt who scolded her to her face and woke her up."

Song Xianglan picked up a tiger prawn.

"Yifeng told me that her third great-aunt said that if someone wants to help you, you have to agree to lend a hand yourself."

Otherwise, no matter how much effort others put in, it will all end up as complaints in your mouth.

Yang Liu picked up her teacup and raised it to Song Xianglan. "Third Aunt, I used to be foolish and drag everyone down with me. I'm toasting you to apologize."

Song Xianglan picked up her cup and took a sip of tea.

"I didn't suffer any losses back then."

Song Xianglan put down her cup. "If you don't want to listen to me and insist on making things difficult for yourself, then I'll let you hit a brick wall. Once you're hurt, you'll naturally turn back."

Yang Liu's eyes reddened: "You should have slapped me a few more times back then. With your temper, you should have hit me long ago."

"Why would I hit you?" Song Xianglan glanced at Song Qiang. "Song Qiang is a scoundrel. He betrayed our marriage; what good would it do me to hit you?"