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

"I love myself more. I won't sympathize with any man who says he loves me. To me, marriage is just that." Song Tingting smiled and said, "Let's go. Since we've come all this way, let's see what life is like in our fishing village."

Zhao Ziheng followed Song Tingting into the courtyard dejectedly.

He was radiating disappointment.

"Auntie," Zhao Ziheng greeted her again.

Song Xianglan pretended to brush dust off her clothes by the door of the main room, and then walked out naturally.

She absolutely refused to admit that she had been pressed against the wall and listened to the whole thing.

Looking at Zhao Ziheng's dejected appearance.

Song Xianglan felt both happy and worried.

What's gratifying is that my daughter is clear-headed, knows what she wants, and knows how to decisively and resolutely reject men.

This is a hundred times better than those who drag things out and make a mess of their lives.

But a sense of unease also began to surface.

Tingting understands her own heart, but she can't really plan to stay single and never get married.

Song Xianglan recalled her earlier worries about Lei Li.

At that time, she thought Lei Li was a good young man, but his family background was too high, and the Song family couldn't afford to marry into it.

But after hearing my daughter's argument today...

Song Xianglan's thoughts completely changed.

What's this about climbing the social ladder or not?

As long as there's a boy who's good to Tingting.

If you can tolerate her temper, understand and support her career, and get her to willingly step into the threshold of marriage, then you'll be incredibly fortunate.

Song Tingting poured Zhao Ziheng a cup of tea and casually asked:

"Where are you staying tonight? In town?"

"It's not decided yet," Zhao Ziheng honestly replied.

"The hotels in town aren't very good," Song Tingting explained. "Since you want to stay for a couple of days, you can stay here. My godbrother's house is next door; you and my nephew can share a room for one day."

"So you could say I've made it to the fishing village."

Zhao Ziheng's eyes lit up.

Being able to stay here was a good opportunity, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

Da Bao, Er Bao, and You Bao, three half-grown boys, ran noisily into the yard.

Da Bao spotted Zhao Ziheng sitting at the stone table.

Da Bao has grown to be almost as tall as Zhao Ziheng, with broad shoulders and long legs.

He looked Zhao Ziheng up and down, but didn't say anything.

Song Tingting waved:

"Dabao, come here. This is your Uncle Zhao, my senior from Peking University. Go with him to the county and get his luggage back."

Da Bao nodded.

"Alright. Uncle Zhao, let's go. Is your luggage at the county bus station?"

"Yes." Zhao Ziheng didn't mention that it was at the hotel.

"Take the motorcycle there." Song Xianglan handed them the motorcycle keys.

The two had just been discharged from the hospital.

The ugly woman next door couldn't wait to stroll over from her own yard.

Liu Chounu was wearing a worn-out cotton-padded jacket, and her eyes kept glancing towards the courtyard gate.

She endured it for a long time.

"Lanlan," the ugly woman called out loudly, approaching Song Xianglan, "was that handsome young man in the coat our Tingting's boyfriend?"

Song Xianglan shook her head repeatedly:

"What are you asking about? That's Tingting's brother, a top student who graduated from Peking University. He's in Xincheng on some business."

"Then why did I come to your house?" Liu Chounu asked with a suspicious look.

"They grew up in Beijing and have never even seen what the ocean looks like. They've come all this way to see what our fishing village in the south is like."

In order to dispel the gossip about keeping the ugly girl, Song Xianglan continued to gossip:

"It's snowing heavily in Beijing right now. The snow is really thick. People have never seen anyone go out to sea to fish in the dead of winter wearing just a thin jacket."

As soon as I heard it was snowing.

The ugly woman's attention was instantly diverted.

"Heavy snow?"

The ugly woman looked on with longing, "They northerners admire our sea and fishing village, but I admire their white snow."

We also want to visit Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City, and see the heavy snow falling from the sky.

In all my years, I've never even seen a snowflake the size of a fingernail, let alone been to Tiananmen Square.

That's true.

The entire Xiaoquan Village, and even the surrounding villages and towns within a ten-mile radius.

Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of people have never seen real heavy snow in their lives.

Qingyang City is located on the southeast coast, and at most, a few biting sea winds blow during the coldest part of winter.

Although it snows in the mountains in the northwest of the province.

But they definitely don't have that on their beach.

Seeing her old friend's longing expression, Song Xianglan felt a surge of pride welling up inside her.

"Why are you sighing?" Song Xianglan patted her chest and assured them, "I'll take you to the capital later. We'll climb the Great Wall and see the heavy snow. You, Dahua, Chunhua, and Juhong will go together."

The ugly woman listened with her eyes lighting up.

The wrinkles etched on her face by years of exposure to the wind and sun had all smoothed out into a large chrysanthemum.

"Lanlan, I knew you were the best to me." Liu Chounu grabbed Song Xianglan's arm.

"Don't give me that. I just fried some meat, don't get oil all over me."

The ugly woman remained smiling and stayed close to Song Xianglan.

That's how it is when people get old.

Having a few close, trusting old sisters to chat with is much better than having an old man at home waiting to be waited on all day.

……

In the early morning, the sea breeze in the fishing village was still a bit damp and chilly.

Song Xianglan got up very early.

Sweet potato porridge was simmering in the pot, with a lot of dried sweet potatoes in it.

The heat was just right, and a pot of golden, thick porridge was cooked.

She wiped her hands with her apron and went out to buy breakfast.

Erhua's stall had already been set up, steaming with heat.

"Third Aunt, so early!" Erhua greeted her while packing taro balls.

"Six taro balls, please." Song Xianglan took out some change.

Erhua quickly packed the money, then waved her hands repeatedly, "Third Aunt, it's the New Year, I can't take this money. If I take your money, my mom will skin me alive when I get back."

"Those who do business are different."

Erhua refused, saying, "Even if you eat it every day, we can afford it. Your niece is rich."

Song Xianglan turned around and went to the street to buy fried rice cakes, pan-fried buns, and also picked up a few meat dumplings with alternating layers of fat and meat.

When passing by Zhou Fang's courtyard gate.

She pushed open the door and went in, intending to call Da Bao, Er Bao, and Zhao Ziheng from Beijing to have breakfast.

The door opened.

A brand-new motorcycle was parked prominently in the yard.

Song Xianglan was taken aback.

This car looks familiar; it belongs to Zhou Fang.

"Zhou Fang!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

The curtain of the main room was lifted.

Zhou Fang came out wearing a thin sweater.

"Godmother," Zhou Fang greeted with a smile.

"When did you get back?" Song Xianglan asked, somewhat surprised.

"I arrived late last night. I thought it was too late, so I didn't knock on your door." Zhou Fang took the things from Song Xianglan's hands.

"Cong Ying came back too?"

"You're back, still sleeping inside." Zhou Fang pointed into the house. "Godmother, we'll come to your house for breakfast later."

"That's great. I just bought pan-fried rice cakes, pan-fried buns, taro balls, and meat dumplings. I also have wheat cakes and vegetable cakes at home. I'll go back and stir-fry two plates of light side dishes."

Zhou Fang glanced at the breakfast in the basket. "Godmother, I'll go buy two more bowls of rice noodle soup to eat with this."

"The rice noodle soup in Xincheng is thicker than the one in Qingyang. Don't you like it?" Song Xianglan asked with a smile.

"That's true."

Zhou Fang nodded, "Although Xincheng isn't far from here, I just feel that the rice noodle soup in Qingyang is thinner and tastier. Even the sea worm jelly, meat dumplings, and seafood are more flavorful than those in Xincheng. The only thing Xincheng can surpass us in is its satay noodles."

Song Xianglan smiled and patted his arm.

"Alright, go wake up Da Bao and Er Bao. Oh, and Zhao Ziheng too."

Zhou Fang was taken aback. "Who is Zhao Ziheng?"

"Tingting's classmate," Song Xianglan said in a low voice, "came all the way from Beijing. She said she had business in the new city and stopped by to see the sea. People from Beijing have never seen the sea before, so she wanted to see something new."