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

The crowd reluctantly backed away.

Liu Chounu threw the last half of the green date into her mouth and chewed it with relish.

"What are you doing, village chief? It's the end of the year, there's no work in the fields, and we can't even find odd jobs. Everyone just wants to watch a free play; it's more down-to-earth than Gaojia opera."

The village chief glared at her.

Old Lin scolded:

"We're neighbors, so let's save face for each other. Don't go too far."

Liu Chou-nv rolled her eyes, pouted, and muttered:

"Who would want to be neighbors with the Yu family? All they do is smash pots and pans and fight all day long. If my family eats a little meat, the neighbors chase ducks and yell in the street. It makes it seem like the meat I buy is stolen."

There was a lively commotion outside the gate.

Shen Huijun and Song Tingting led Fu Bao back from the village entrance.

The three people were holding cameras and chatting and laughing.

"Mom, why are there so many people gathered here?" Song Tingting asked, looking at the mess on the ground.

Song Xianglan threw the green jujube pit in her hand into the ditch in the corner of the wall.

"The Yu family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fought over fifty yuan, ending up with bloodied heads." Song Xianglan pulled Song Tingting into the yard. "Don't let this filth offend your eyes. Hurry home, a whole bunch of things are ready. We're just waiting to start cooking and frying something."

"Let's go, let's not watch anymore."

Shen Huijun pulled Fu Bao inside.

Fu Bao: ...

My love for gossip!

Song Xianglan turned around and slammed the courtyard gate shut.

It kept all the chaos outside the door at bay.

yard.

The sun was shining warmly.

On the kitchen table was a large bowl of sliced ​​sweet potatoes, taro, and fish.

There was also seaweed, oysters, and tofu on the side.

There were wheat cakes that Huang Ronghua's wife had brought to the cupboard.

"These are steamed wheat cakes that Ronghua's family just made this morning. Ronghua's wife just brought them over. You two take two pieces and eat them while they're hot. I know you like these," Song Xianglan said, pointing to the bowl.

"I like eating it."

Song Tingting smiled, picked up a piece of brownish-red wheat cake, took a bite, and her mouth was filled with the sweet aroma of brown sugar.

Shen Huijun also took a piece and broke off a small half for Fu Bao.

The two women, sister-in-law and aunt, washed their hands.

They gathered around the stove to help.

The firewood in the stove crackled and popped.

When the time was right, Song Xianglan used chopsticks to pick up sweet potato slices coated in batter and put them into the oil.

Instantly, dense golden bubbles rose in the oil pan, and a rich, deep-fried aroma burst forth, drifting into the air through the chimney.

Outside the courtyard gate.

The neighbor who was watching the commotion sniffed.

"Oh dear, the Song family is frying things again." An older woman swallowed hard.

"That's right. It's almost the end of the year, and her chimney is always burning, emitting the aroma of meat."

"I could smell fried pork ribs this morning."

The kitchen was steaming hot.

For most of the afternoon, Song Xianglan and Shen Huijun worked tirelessly, carrying out bowls of golden fried food like water.

The five-spice rolls are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The garlic ribs and vinegar pork have a rich aroma.

The sweet potato and taro slices were fried until the edges were slightly charred.

There was also a small mountain of fried oysters piled up next to it.

Crispy fried fish chunks and shrimp.

The octagonal table in the main room was filled with bamboo trays of all sizes.

"Hiccup." Fu Bao sat on the doorstep and patted her round belly.

Song Xianglan brought out a plate of freshly cooked shrimp. "You're not allowed to eat anymore. Don't you want to eat dinner tonight?"

"I can't eat anymore," Fu Bao said, rubbing her tummy.

Song Xianglan took a large enamel plate and picked out some good-looking ribs, five-spice rolls, fish pieces, fried shrimp, and oyster fritters, filling the plate to the brim.

"Take this plate to Grandma Liu next door. Come back right away after you deliver it, and don't wander around outside." Song Xianglan handed the plate to Fu Bao.

"Okay." Fu Bao carried the enamel tray in her two little hands and stepped out the door.

Upon arriving at the gate of the neighboring courtyard, Fu Bao shouted:

"Keep Grandma!"

The ugly woman was sitting in the yard washing vegetables.

Their eyes lit up when they saw what Fu Bao was holding.

"Oh my, your grandma's frying something delicious again? My mouth is watering in the yard." Liu Chounu wiped her hands on her apron and took the plate.

She turned and went into the kitchen, pouring the fried food into her own large bowl.

Then, I took out a few freshly steamed radish cakes and fried taro cakes from the cupboard, put them on an empty plate, and brought them out.

"Have your grandma fry some radish cakes for you. These taro cakes are delicious." Liu Chounu handed the plate back to Fu Bao.

Fu Bao looked at the taro cakes on the plate, swallowed hard, and let out a loud burp.

"If only I had another belly," Fu Bao sighed.

Liu Chounu laughed heartily, "You little rascal, you're just as greedy as your grandma."

Fu Bao carried the plate back.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of my own yard, I saw a young man in a black overcoat.

The man was tall and big, carrying four or five beautifully packaged net bags, and he was peeking into the yard.

Fu Bao stopped walking.

She stared at him with wide eyes.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

Zhao Ziheng looked at the exquisitely beautiful little girl in front of him.

He just came from the county town by motorcycle.

Along the way, he kept wondering how dilapidated a fishing village could be.

When he arrived at Koizumi Village, he was completely dumbfounded.

Underfoot is a smooth asphalt road, and on both sides are either small villas or spacious red brick houses.

There are also factories in the village with their machines roaring.

How could this be a poor fishing village?

Then look at the biscuits, canned goods, and malted milk powder I bought from the department store in the county town.

He suddenly felt that the gifts were a bit shabby.

"Little sister, is this Song Tingting's house?" Zhao Ziheng asked.

Fu Bao nodded:

"What do you want with my aunt?"

"I'm her friend," Zhao Ziheng said with a gentle smile.

Fu Bao tilted her head:

"Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year? Why are you coming to my house for the holiday?"

Tong Yan Wuji.

Zhao Ziheng was a little embarrassed by the question and coughed but couldn't answer.

"Fu Bao, who are you talking to at the door?"

Shen Huijun heard the noise.

He walked out of the yard while wiping his hands.

She looked up and was stunned to see Zhao Ziheng standing outside the door.

The young man was wearing a woolen overcoat, his hair was neatly combed, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine; he was clearly not from the village.

"Who are you?" Shen Huijun asked.

"Hello, sister-in-law." Zhao Ziheng reacted quickly and greeted her immediately, "I'm Tingting's friend, I'm here to see her."

Shen Huijun's eyes darted around.

friend?

Bringing so many things to Tingting's door during the Chinese New Year, can this be an ordinary friend?

Tingting is quite good at hiding her true feelings.

He didn't even tell his family that he was dating someone.

"Come in quickly, come in quickly." Shen Huijun hurriedly pushed open the courtyard gate, her face beaming with smiles. "Tingting went to deliver something to an elder in the village, she'll be back soon. Please come in and sit down."

Zhao Ziheng carried the things and stepped into the courtyard.

As soon as I went inside.

He quickly scanned the area.

The courtyard was very large, paved with bluestone slabs, and kept spotless.

Flowers, grass, and unfamiliar fruit trees were planted in the corner, and the area around the well was kept clean and tidy.

A small villa.

There is also an old red house next to it.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He really likes Song Tingting.

Beautiful, intelligent, and highly educated.

But in his parents' eyes, a girl from a fishing village was not a suitable match for him.

He made a special trip today to get a firsthand look at the situation.

Now it seems that the Song family's conditions are definitely top-notch in the countryside.

That makes things much easier.

As long as he doesn't fall behind in poverty alleviation efforts and his family doesn't hold him back, it will be easier for him to discuss things with his parents when he goes home.

"Huijun, who's outside?" Song Xianglan asked from the kitchen.

"Mom, it's Tingting's friend!" Shen Huijun shouted back.

Song Xianglan came out of the kitchen with fire tongs in her hand.

She was stunned to see a young man with an unfamiliar face standing in the courtyard.

This young man is quite handsome, and he has a real air about him that of a city dweller.

He spoke with a standard Beijing accent.

But Song Xianglan was a little slow to grasp the concept.

Isn't Tingting with Lei Li?

How come there's yet another young man from Beijing who chased after someone to his home?

"Hello, Auntie." Zhao Ziheng put down the gift in his hand. "I'm Tingting's friend, my name is Zhao Ziheng."

Song Xianglan placed the fire tongs against the wall. "You're from Beijing? Does Tingting know you're here?"

Zhao Ziheng smiled and said, "Tingting and I came back on the same train. We had planned to have dinner together tomorrow, but I thought that since we were already here, we should visit our elders first."