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

San Ying sat on the ground, wailing at the top of her lungs, her legs kicking wildly in the mud.

Er Ying had her hands in her pockets.

Clutching the marbles he had won, he held his chin high.

Gao Xiaoying placed the large aluminum basin used for washing dishes heavily on the edge of the sink.

She shook the water off her hands and strode toward the two of them.

We arrived.

Gao Xiaoying didn't bother to find out the truth.

He struck Er Ying and San Ying on the shoulders with both hands, delivering a heavy slap each.

The force was considerable; the two crisp sounds directly interrupted San Ying's dry howling.

"All he does is play all day."

Gao Xiaoying, with a stern face, scolded from above, "Have you memorized your lessons? Have you done your homework? Have you helped with the chores around the house? All day long you're making a scene over a few broken marbles that the whole neighborhood can hear."

"If I hear you arguing again, I'll hit you with a feather duster."

The two were not convinced.

He tilted his head back, wanting to argue back.

"Shut up." Gao Xiaoying pointed at her nose. "If you say another word, I'll beat you up for tomorrow too. Let's see who's asking for it."

Gao Xiaoying's fierceness came out.

Er Ying immediately shrank back.

San Ying didn't dare to make a scene on the ground anymore. She quickly got up and dusted off her trousers.

The two sisters were beaten.

She stopped crying this time and slunk back into the store.

San Ying followed closely behind Er Ying, and their attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

"Second Sister," San Ying tugged at Er Ying's sleeve, "Could I borrow your glass marbles to play with tomorrow?"

Er Ying didn't turn her head, her tone wistful:

"I can give you a few to play with. Later, I'll go to the big banyan tree at the village entrance and find them to win more to make up for it."

Upon hearing this, San Ying grinned, his face full of flattery.

"Second sister is the best."

Er Ying curled her lip and mercilessly exposed her:

"Don't give me that. You were telling Mom this morning that your eldest sister is the best."

San Ying snorted:

"My older sister is never nice when she hits me. She's only nice when she doesn't hit me."

Gao Xiaoying rolled her eyes as she listened to the conversation between the two little devils.

She ignored her and turned to walk into the store.

Yan Fangfang stood behind the counter, holding a rag in her hand.

There are no outsiders in the shop right now.

Gao Xiaoying walked over and started complaining to Song Xianglan.

"Great-aunt, look at my mom," Gao Xiaoying complained. "If I don't intervene, she'll definitely go and coax Sanying again."

Then he turned to Erying and said, "You're the older sister, you have to give way to your younger sister."

"If this goes on for too long, won't the three heroes become incredibly arrogant? And the second hero will definitely be unhappy, feeling that the adults are biased."

Yan Fangfang whispered in her defense:

"No way. I definitely need to ask them why they're arguing and who's right and who's wrong first."

"Why are you asking?"

Gao Xiaoying waved her hand dismissively, "Who has the time to judge their cases? Giving each side equal blame is the most effective. Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes, and you, as a mother, are even more likely to make a mistake if you soften your heart."

Yan Fangfang was speechless after her daughter's barrage of words.

She rubbed the cloth a couple of times, then turned to look at Song Xianglan and shook her head with a smile.

"Third Aunt, look at my Xiaoying. She speaks so maturely, she doesn't sound like a little girl at all." Yan Fangfang's tone revealed a hint of helplessness.

Song Xianglan sat on the wooden stool, watching with amusement.

She waved to Gao Xiaoying.

"Xiao Ying, come here."

Gao Xiaoying jogged up to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan pulled her into her arms.

"Our little Ying has worked so hard."

Song Xianglan reached out and touched Xiaoying's cheek. "Your maternal grandmother is a kind person, and your mother is even more of a pushover. Our Xiaoying is only so young, but she already has to put on her armor and stand up for the family. Without Xiaoying at home, this house would be in chaos."

Gao Xiaoying nestled in Song Xianglan's arms, giggling as she was praised.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Song Xianglan's waist, tilted her body, and sat directly on Song Xianglan's lap.

"Great-Auntie," Gao Xiaoying looked up, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Song Xianglan, "When I grow up, I want to be just like you. Nobody will dare to mess with me."

Song Xianglan raised her hand.

He gently tapped Gao Xiaoying's nose.

"I didn't study much. You can't be like me."

Song Xianglan's smile faded, and her tone became serious. "You have to be like your Aunt Tingting. No matter how difficult it is, you must finish your studies."

I hope to get into a good university in the future and escape this world.

Only through education can you truly change your destiny. Fists and words alone are not enough.

Gao Xiaoying blinked.

He nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

She had never met Song Tingting.

Nie Xiaoyan was collecting the empty bowls left by the guests.

Xiao Yan has changed a lot since she first arrived.

He was wearing a brand new yellow shirt with white flowers.

He looked radiant and full of energy.

They worked incredibly fast; in a flash, several bowls were stacked together.

Her thick, black hair was tied into two large braids, hanging heavily down in front of her chest.

"Xiao Yan's hair is really beautiful," Song Xianglan said, her gaze falling on her. "It's just too long, and it gets in the way when she's busy in the shop. She should go to town tomorrow to get it cut shorter."

"Okay. I was just thinking of getting it cut up." Xiao Yan touched the ends of her hair. "The old man who collects hair at the village entrance pays a high price. I can sell this length for a lot of money."

"Keep the money from the sale yourself," Song Xianglan instructed her. "The hairdresser at the village entrance cuts hair too short; girls should look prettier."

Nie Erhua came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cooked hot dishes.

"Xiao Yan works here, and I've paid her wages too." Nie Erhua placed the dish on the table in front of Song Xianglan. "I'll pay her one yuan and fifty cents a day. If she works thirty days a month, that'll be forty-five yuan. That's enough for her to save."

Xiao Yan blushed, "I don't need to pay anything here with my aunt."

Song Xianglan smiled and said, "If she gives it to you, just accept it."

Nie Erhua turned around and walked back to the kitchen, carrying the food back and forth five or six times.

In no time, the table was full of food.

A plate of stir-fried sweet potato leaves with minced garlic is steaming hot, while a stew of taro in a clay pot is bubbling away.

The large porcelain bowl was filled with seaweed and tofu balls.

A pot of pork rib and herb root soup was stewed until the broth was clear and sweet.

Stir-fried snow peas with pork, a plate of stir-fried clams, and finally, a plate of golden-brown and crispy salt and pepper oysters.

"Dinner's ready." Nie Erhua took off her apron.

As soon as the family sat down at the table, Xiaoyan and Xiaoying had already quickly set out all the bowls and chopsticks.

Just as I was about to pick up my chopsticks.

The shop door was pushed open from the outside.

Widow Wang strode in, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

She held a blue and white porcelain soup bowl in both hands, with a plate placed upside down on the rim of the bowl.

"I could smell the delicious aroma from your shop from a long way off." Widow Wang walked to the table and carefully placed the soup bowl down.

She lifted the plate, and a rich, fresh aroma mixed with steam wafted out.

The bowl contained a large bowl of milky white dogfish tofu soup, with a few celery stalks floating on top of the noodles.

"Old Zhao just brought over a dogfish. I stewed it with some tofu," Widow Wang said, pointing to the bowl. "I brought it over for you to try. I also brought a bowl for Sister Da Hua."

"Don't just stand there. Sit down and add a pair of chopsticks to eat with us." Song Xianglan moved her stool to the side.

"No, thank you." Widow Wang waved her hand. "The boys at home are waiting for me to come back and cook dinner."

Yan Fangfang was quick; she grabbed a clean aluminum lunchbox, filled it with six steaming hot taro balls, sealed it tightly, and handed it to Widow Wang.

Song Xianglan looked at Widow Wang's face.

His complexion was much rosier than before, and that miserable, unlucky look had completely disappeared.

"Ju Hong. Shengli told me about those bastards from the Wang family who tried to pressure you." Song Xianglan went straight to the point. "Pick a date in the next couple of days and hold the wedding. With me at home keeping an eye on things, let's see which of the Wang family's fools dares to cause trouble. I'll break the legs of every single one of them."