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

Song Xianglan finished her work and was ready to leave.

Go find Liu Yidao to cut some meat.

Liu Yidao was removing ribs, his greasy butcher knife slammed into the cutting board.

He glanced sideways at Song Xianglan, who was picking and choosing.

"Old Song, I think you're getting on in years, aren't you going to retire?" Liu Yidao wiped the sweat from his brow. "Have you thought about who will take over?"

Song Xianglan pressed her finger on the bright red pork kidney.

It is very elastic.

"What's the rush? I'm 52 by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, but only 50 by the Western age reckoning. I still have two months before I reach the hard limit."

Song Xianglan placed the two selected pork kidneys and one pork liver separately.

He then pointed to the piece of pork belly with its beautiful marbling.

"I'll take this one too, and give me a pig's heart as well."

Liu Yidao's lips twitched.

He quickly cut it, pierced a hole with the tip of the knife, and threaded the straw rope through.

"You old woman, always picking out worthless scraps. What, aren't the mouths in the house enough for you to feed?"

"Offal is cheap. The fatty parts go to others."

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over the bucket of bright red pig's blood in the corner. "Keep that bucket of blood for me, and put that pig lung in there too."

"Are you planning a whole pig offal feast?"

"A few of my nephews came over today. They're like hungry wolves; they won't be able to fill their stomachs without some good food." Song Xianglan took out some money.

Liu Yidao didn't hesitate and found a large iron bucket, filling it to the brim with pig's blood.

They then hung the pig lungs on the handlebars of the vehicle.

He cut a piece of pork belly; his nephew, who loves to eat, must enjoy meat.

He stared at Song Xianglan's face, which had become much rosier.

Tsk amazed.

"Old Song, ever since that Yang Dashan went to jail, your complexion has improved dramatically."

Song Xianglan held onto the handlebars.

Raise an eyebrow:

"How is it? Pretty, right?"

Liu Yidao chuckled, "It's so beautiful it's practically split in two, it's comparable to that stonefish in the sea."

"roll!"

Song Xianglan laughed and kicked him, "You're blind before you even get old! Do you think the stone fish is as bumpy and uneven as me?"

She rode on a 28-inch bicycle.

They sped back to the Xiaoquan Brigade.

First, go to Liu Dahua's house.

A strong fishy smell wafted from the courtyard.

Song Xianglan parked the cart and carried in the pig kidneys and pig liver.

A long net cage stretched across the ground in the yard, filled with a variety of fish including ribbonfish, squid, crabs, threadfin bream, and a stonefish.

Zhang Haiyan's mother was squatting on the ground.

She deftly sorted the fish, her face crinkling with smiles.

Liu Dahua rolled up her trouser legs.

I was just emptying a basket of small leafy fish and other miscellaneous fish, and I'll cook them to feed the pigs, chickens, and ducks later.

His eyes lit up instantly when he saw what Song Xianglan was carrying.

"Lanlan, Haiyan has been so grateful to you during her postpartum period. You bought me a pork kidney every day, and ribs and meat every three to five days."

"Take it and get it done right away."

Song Xianglan handed over the pork kidneys and liver, saying, "Pork kidneys cooked in rice wine are good for replenishing qi and strengthening the kidneys."

Stir-fry the pork liver with plenty of ginger.

"Should we still eat the yellowfin tuna with noodles? Should we also buy some pig's feet to cook with soybeans to help with lactation?"

Liu Dahua replied with a smile:

"Bie Haiyan has so much breast milk that not only does the baby eat it, but even her brother's son, who is only five or six months old, comes over with his mother to eat during the day. And they still can't finish it all."

Zhang Haiyan's mother stood to the side, somewhat embarrassed.

Rubbing hands and laughing:

"Thanks to my mother-in-law's kind heart, she didn't look down on our son."

I have nothing but praise for my Haiyan.

These days, who gets to eat so much meat during postpartum confinement? We ate two roosters for the first ten days or so, and now we're starting on hens.

She knew it perfectly well.

She came to help take care of the new mother.

But Liu Dahua gave her five yuan and returned the fish when she got home that night.

When they returned, none of the daughters-in-law dared to utter a single word of objection.

Song Xianglan's gaze fell on the cage on the ground.

"Big Flower, pick out a few fat swimming crabs for me, and also some squid and stonefish."

Liu Dahua squatted down and specifically picked out the crabs that were large and had menacing claws, throwing them into the basket.

She saw Song Xianglan off at the gate of the hospital.

He then whispered:

"These past few days, the inspections at the land port and Xinwei port have been very strict, and the situation is tense. I help Lin Ergou transport goods every other day."

I heard on the radio that another typhoon is coming next week.

When a typhoon hits, ships can't go out, and cargo can't be transported—that's all money at stake.

I'm so desperate for food right now, I feel like I'm fighting God for it.

Song Xianglan wasn't in a hurry. "Safety first. Let's deliver the goods in the next few days, and be careful in everything we do."

I left Liu Dahua's house.

Song Xianglan's bicycle became heavier.

I just arrived at my doorstep.

Two thin, dark-skinned figures darted out from under the wall and stood directly in front of the car.

Song Xianglan gripped the brake and took a closer look.

Wow.

Aren't these Dazhuang and Erzhuang?

The two little ones, who used to be as chubby as meatballs, are now so thin they look unrecognizable, with sunken cheeks and dark circles under their eyes.

His clothes were covered in mud and oil stains.

The two of them were snorting out long, yellow snot.

"grandmother……"

Da Zhuang stared intently at the piece of meat hanging on the handlebars, swallowing hard.

"I'm hungry... My aunt and uncle won't let us stay. They say our family is illegitimate, that we're just freeloaders..."

Erzhuang burst into tears, his tears washing away the mud from his face and creating two deep ravines.

"Grandma's salted rice is the best."

Grandma, I'll never like Grandma again. That old woman said we're not grandchildren but grandchildren from another family. I only love you…

Dazhuang tried to pull Song Xianglan's trouser leg, but she dodged him.

His hands were dirty.

"Mom was wrong before. Grandma wasn't an old witch who never dies; it was Grandma on my mother's side."

My grandma hit me and wouldn't give me any meat to eat.

Grandma, please cook me some meat quickly, I'm starving!

The two children were crying and cursing at the same time.

It's exactly the same as when they criticized Song Xianglan, except now the target is Chen Xiuqin's mother.

Song Xianglan remained completely unmoved.

I even felt like laughing.

This is the child of Yang Jianjun and Chen Xiuqin.

Whoever provides the milk is the mother.

Whoever gives you meat is a good person, and whoever doesn't give you meat is an enemy.

Selfishness and cold-heartedness at their core.

That's etched into our genes.

"Get out of here."

Song Xianglan coldly uttered two words.

Dazhuang was stunned, forgetting to wipe his snot from his mouth.

"grandmother?"

Don't try to claim kinship with strangers.

Song Xianglan looked at them as if they were two piles of garbage. "Your grandmother is right, your father is a bastard."

"Since you're a bastard, you should be foraging for food in the wild. What are you doing here howling like a liar?"

"Grandma..." Erzhuang cried even harder.

Song Xianglan shouted, "Say it again, and I'll beat you up!"

After saying that, she kicked off with her foot.

The bicycle wheel grazed the toes of the two children's shoes as it passed.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang were so frightened that they shrank back.

Watching Song Xianglan's resolute back, he burst into tears, but dared not take another step forward.

Song Tingting was hanging clothes to dry in the yard.

Hearing the noise, they quickly ran over and helped unload the heavy baskets.

"Mom, this is a seafood feast today!"

Song Tingting's eyes sparkled as she looked at the basket full of crabs and fresh fish.

Song Xianglan carried the pork into the kitchen.

Steamed swimming crab.

Make another big pot of sweet potato rice.

Boil the baby squid. Make a pork heart and astragalus soup for your sister-in-law.

Stonefish soup.

Stir-fry some pork belly with green peppers and cabbage. The rest is up to you…

Song Tingting quickly began cleaning the fish.

"Mom, Yang Jianjun and his wife just came back, picked up some things, and went back to work. They should be back for dinner soon."

"It's good that you're back."

Song Xianglan rubbed the knife on the whetstone a couple of times, making a harsh scraping sound. "It's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles. My hands are really itching."