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

Song Xianglan muttered, "My mother-in-law did the right thing. I'll go make you something to eat."

"Mom, let's do it later."

"It's already lunchtime, so it's fine to eat now."

Song Xianglan quickly rode her bicycle to buy noodles.

Shen Huijun was packing her and her children's luggage in the room.

A short while later.

A rich aroma, accompanied by steam, wafted towards us.

Song Xianglan carried a stainless steel pot in both hands and walked very quickly.

"Dinner's ready!" Song Xianglan called out loudly.

The bowl was filled with freshly cooked seafood braised noodles.

The noodles soaked up the broth and glistened with oil.

The noodles were topped with large, bright red striped fringe.

It was frighteningly large, bigger than an adult man's hand. Besides that, it also contained roasted pork, squid, oysters, as well as chives, cabbage…

Immediately after, Shen Huijun came out of the kitchen carrying a large stainless steel plate.

The plate was piled high with boiled mantis shrimp.

Mantis shrimp are at their fattest at the end of the year, with purple roe and white meat under their shells making them plump and juicy, bursting with flavor at the slightest touch.

"Your in-laws are quite free at the end of the year, why didn't you invite them to come to Qingyang for some fun?" Song Xianglan wiped her hands haphazardly on her apron, picked up her chopsticks, took the largest tiger prawn, and put it in Youbao's bowl.

Then he picked up some mantis shrimp for Fu Bao.

Fu Bao loves to eat mantis shrimp.

Da Bao and Er Bao waved their hands, "Grandma, we can do it ourselves."

Shen Huijun grabbed a hot towel and wiped the oil stains off Fu Bao's hands.

Shen Huijun tossed the towel into the basin next to her. "My parents have a lot of old classmates and friends in Haishi. They're always meeting up. They'll inevitably get together at the end of the year, so they booked to spend the New Year in Haishi months ago, so they don't have to travel back and forth with us."

Fu Bao took a big bite of the peeled shrimp meat, her cheeks puffed out, and she didn't even have time to talk.

Her eyes looked around at this and that, and her little mouth kept moving.

Youbao was using both hands, one hand holding a peeled tiger prawn, and the other hand using chopsticks to stir the braised noodles in the bowl.

Da Bao finished his bowl of braised noodles in just a few bites.

The second child is about the same.

After finishing the meal.

The two children slumped back in their chairs, rubbing their round bellies and letting out several burps.

Shen Huijun shoveled the empty shrimp shells from the corner of the table into the trash can and turned to look at Fu Bao.

"Fu Bao, you have to draw this afternoon."

Fu Bao immediately covered her face with both hands, peeking at Shen Huijun through her fingers.

The chubby little face doesn't want to learn at all.

Song Xianglan said with heartache:

"Don't force your child if she doesn't want to learn. It's too much work for her little brain."

Fu Bao ran up to Song Xianglan immediately. "Grandma, my head is really tired."

"This girl is smart and learns everything very quickly. But she's just not consistent." Shen Huijun put on a stern face and said seriously, "She complains of being tired as soon as the initial enthusiasm wears off."

Youbao is quite easy to manage; he's a steady student and excels in sports. After the New Year, I plan to enroll him in a martial arts class to strengthen his muscles and bones.

"My hands hurt, I don't want to play the piano."

Fu Bao put her hands down and buried her head in Song Xianglan's arms, whimpering and acting coquettishly.

"Mom, you spoil her too much!" Shen Huijun frowned.

As soon as she started disciplining her, her grandmother gave her a hard time in the new town, saying she was too strict.

This time in Qingyang, Grandma was even more protective of him.

Don't scold the child.

Song Xianglan pulled Fu Bao closer to her, glared at Shen Huijun, and said, "She's my own granddaughter. If I don't protect her, who will?"

My daughter Fubao is good at everything. As long as she does well in her studies, everything else is just a hobby.

Why force children to suffer by learning things that have no practical value? As long as children are healthy and happy, that's more important than anything else.

Shen Huijun was speechless, looked away, picked up the empty bowl, and headed towards the kitchen.

She sighed repeatedly in her heart.

There's no reasoning with grandparents who love their grandchildren so much.

When Song Xianglan used a rattan cane to whip Song Xiangdong and Song Tingting, she never hesitated to use it.

When it comes to the grandchildren, the rules become nothing more than decorations.

Zhou Fang's newly built red brick courtyard is grand and spacious.

But the gate was tightly shut, and a yellowed brass lock hung on the door latch.

Old Mrs. Zhou tucked her hands into the sleeves of her cotton-padded coat, curled up into a ball, and peeked through the crack in the gate on tiptoe. The yard was swept clean, but there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a single piece of firewood.

As Gan Shanshan passed by, she glanced sideways and saw Old Lady Zhou looking like a thief.

"Don't bother looking. There's no one inside. The gate is locked tight. If you're looking for Da Bao and Er Bao, go to Aunt Song's house."

Grandma Zhou put her heels down.

He turned and glared fiercely at Gan Shanshan.

"Da Bao and Er Bao have returned to the village, but instead of going back to their own homes, they're staying in outsiders' yards. What's going on?" Old Mrs. Zhou questioned with a gloomy face.

"What's the big deal? The child is happy."

Gan Shanshan raised her chin and sneered.

"Your two grandsons are so affectionate with Aunt Song. They call her 'Grandma' so sweetly, even more so than they would call you, their own grandmother. So why don't your own grandsons like you? Don't you want to think about why?"

Grandma Zhou was publicly humiliated.

His old face was so ashamed that it turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"No matter how affectionately they call me, I'm still a member of the Zhou family." Old Mrs. Zhou gritted her teeth. "No matter how I treated my former daughter-in-law, I'm still their blood relative, their grandmother."

"When I close my eyes and kick the bucket, these two grandsons will still have to obediently break the basin and go to my grave. I'll still be the one offering sacrifices every year."

"You really dare to dream."

Gan Shanshan spat:

"When you were alive, you left no way out for anyone, and you tormented your daughter-in-law and grandson to death every day."

Do you really expect someone to come all the way back to smash a pot for you? Even if you die and put on this whole show for others, you still won't get anything in return.

After Gan Shanshan finished speaking.

I went home in a good mood.

Old Mrs. Zhou was so angry that her lips turned purple.

She was constantly bullied by her sons and daughters-in-law at the old house. She had hoped to get some benefits from her eldest grandson during the New Year, but instead, she was turned away and became a laughingstock.

She looked sadly at the tightly closed vermilion door.

I simply walked up the steps and plopped down on the cold bluestone threshold, stretching my legs out as far as I could.

Hey……

When you get old, everything you do becomes heartbreaking.

As evening approached, Da Bao and Er Bao, each carrying a heavy canvas bag, walked back to their yard chatting and laughing.

The two planned to stay at their own home.

It will also give me time to decorate my parents' new house.

Walk past the intersection.

Da Bao stopped in his tracks.

An old woman in a cotton-padded coat was sitting on the stone threshold at the entrance of her house.

His hair was gray, and he was hunching his neck.

He was cursing something.

"Who are you?" Da Bao frowned and quickly stepped forward.

Grandma Zhou opened her eyes when she heard the sound.

Two teenagers, dressed very smartly, were standing in front of me.

A complete outfit like that costs at least several tens of yuan. Old Mrs. Zhou swallowed hard, her eyes gleaming with envy.

"Dabao, right?" Old Mrs. Zhou quickly stood up, leaning against the doorframe, forcing a dry, ingratiating smile. "Don't you recognize me? I'm your own grandmother. Why didn't you two visit your grandma at the old house when you went back to the village?"

Da Bao gripped the strap of his handbag tightly and took a half-inch step back.

He stared at her warily.

Da Bao remained silent.

Grandma Zhou's smile froze, and she took two steps forward.

"Your dim-witted father always sides with outsiders. He never listens to me."

Grandma Zhou muttered through gritted teeth, "She insisted on letting your mother go to university. I knew she was a restless woman. She's very ambitious. She'd definitely be rejected by you all after she got in. I told you so, didn't I?"

"Shut up!"

Da Bao glared and roared back:

"You're not allowed to talk about my mother like that."

Dad had already explained everything clearly to them.

Children shouldn't concern themselves with adults' relationships; it's simply a matter of the parents' fate running its course.

It's not up to others to gossip and smear his mother.

Grandma Zhou was stunned by Da Bao's angry roar.

"You're a bad grandma."

Erbao slammed his bag on the ground, stiffened his neck, and roared angrily:

"It's because you've been so mean to my mother. You scold her and pressure her every day. That's why she can't stay here anymore. She has no attachment to this place at all; it's all because of you."