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

Lin Gang and Lin Mu stood at the entrance of the Song family compound, their feet seemingly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

The aroma of fried food was so irresistible, it was like a hook.

It burrowed straight into the nostrils.

It made my stomach churn with hunger.

As the two were swallowing hard, they saw a small figure sitting on the threshold of the Song family's kitchen.

It is Lin Gang's son, Gousheng.

The little guy was holding a golden, crispy oyster fritter in both hands.

The area around his mouth was all oily.

His cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's.

They ate heartily.

"Grandma Song, it's so delicious!" Gou Sheng shouted indistinctly, but his voice was clear and crisp.

Song Xianglan's voice was filled with laughter, "Eat more if you like it, there's more in the pot."

Gou Sheng chewed on the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside oyster fritter.

She turned her head to look at her father and second uncle peeking in through the door, blinked her big eyes, and imitated them in a clear, crisp voice:

"Grandma Song, I won't be like my dad and second uncle anymore."

Song Xianglan is draining the oil.

Just teasing him casually:

"Why is it different?"

"My dad taught me to love my brothers and sisters, and my second uncle also said that brothers and sisters should help each other."

Gou Sheng swallowed the fried oyster in his mouth and pointed innocently at the two dark-faced men at the door. "But they're all grown up now, why don't they help Auntie? Auntie was beaten up like that, and they still say Auntie is unlucky."

These words were spoken.

The air seemed to freeze.

Lin Gang and Lin Mu felt as if they had been slapped hard in the face in public.

The two exchanged a glance.

They both saw the other's embarrassment and awkwardness.

Unable to utter a coherent sentence, he slunk away and went home, not daring to look back.

Song Xianglan gave a cold laugh.

Pick up a piece of golden-fried fish and put it into Gou Sheng's bowl.

"You're more insightful than adults. Eat, eat more!"

Gou Sheng ate two fried oysters, a few pieces of fried sweet potato, and a large piece of fried fish.

My little belly is round and plump.

He then wiped his mouth, still feeling unsatisfied.

Song Xianglan wanted to serve him more food.

The little guy shook his head and let out a burp:

"I'm full, really full!"

Dinner was simple.

A simple vegetable soup, served with a table full of glistening fried foods, is incredibly delicious.

Shen Huijun picked up a piece of seaweed and tofu ball, took a bite, and heard a crisp crunch.

She ate with a smile on her face.

He suddenly stopped eating halfway through and touched his cheek.

"Mom, if I eat like this every day, I'm afraid I'll get as fat as a ball."

Upon hearing the word "fat," Song Tingting...

The chopsticks that had just been reaching for the fried taro were immediately pulled back, and the person looked conflicted.

Song Xianglan slapped a piece of fried oyster into her daughter's bowl.

He glared and said:

"What's wrong with being fat? This is the time when you're growing and using your brain. If you don't have any oil in your belly, how can you concentrate on studying?"

There were no conditions before, but now that we have the means, why are we still being stingy?

Eat! Everyone eat your fill!

The two were given a lecture.

Instead, I felt a warm glow inside, stopped being coy, and started eating heartily.

After the meal, Song Xianglan didn't rest.

She found several large plates and divided the fried food into portions.

"This plate is for Da Hua, this plate is for the brigade leader's family, and the rest are for the party secretary, the women's director, and the accountant."

Song Xianglan made the arrangements quickly and efficiently.

"We live in this village, and although we are not afraid of trouble, we must also understand human relationships."

If you pave the way properly beforehand, people will feel awkward refusing you when you actually need something.

Several families received hot, fried food.

They were all grinning from ear to ear.

These days, oil is precious, who would be willing to fry things like this?

This is a very thoughtful gift.

None of the families returned the favor empty-handed; they brought back handfuls of their own pickled vegetables or freshly steamed rice cakes.

The wind picked up in the dead of night.

Song Xianglan put on a raincoat and rode her old bicycle to the slaughterhouse.

The handlebars were laden with a large bag of fried food. When they arrived at the slaughterhouse, the aroma instantly overpowered the smell of blood.

"Hey! Old Song didn't ask for leave today." Liu Yidao tossed his knife aside as soon as he smelled the aroma.

"I probably won't get much pay this month."

Song Xianglan placed the fried food on the table.

"It's fresh out of the pot, here's a few for you guys to have a taste and fill your stomachs."

Liu Yidao didn't hold back either.

He grabbed a piece of fried fish and stuffed it into his mouth, giving it a thumbs up as he ate.

"It smells amazing! It smells fucking amazing! I'll get some good pork belly and ribs later, you can take some back, fry them up, and bring some back for us, okay?"

Song Xianglan readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll bomb you guys after this typhoon passes."

Everyone ate with their mouths full of oil.

Someone wiped their mouth and asked:

"Big sister, do you want pork kidneys again today?"

"Yes! Definitely!"

While picking through the pig offal, Song Xianglan said, "My old friend's daughter-in-law is weak and needs to eat pig kidney soup for a few more days to nourish herself."

The butchers nearby were speechless with astonishment:

"Your sister is truly exceptional in your treatment of your daughter-in-law."

How many pork kidneys have you bought?

Paired with homemade red yeast rice wine, this postpartum period was more comfortable than that of a landlady!

Song Xianglan smiled but didn't reply.

Until I got off work.

She hung the selected pork kidneys, pork, and trotters on the handlebars of her bicycle, filled the basket on the back seat with offal, and drove back against the wind.

The return journey was extremely difficult.

The wind howled.

It felt like countless wild beasts were roaring in my ears, and the wind was so strong that it almost overturned the car and the people inside.

Song Xianglan couldn't ride any further after riding halfway.

So I simply pushed the heavy bicycle step by step against the wind.

Just as I reached the big banyan tree at the village entrance, a figure suddenly darted out.

"mom!"

Shen Huijun hunched her shoulders, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

"What are you doing here? The wind is so strong, and this old banyan tree isn't safe. What if a branch breaks off and falls down?" Song Xianglan's heart tightened, and she scolded loudly.

Shen Huijun looked anxious:

"Mom, I'm waiting for you. Old Lin and Liu Chounu are arguing fiercely in front of Lin Man's house, and the whole village has gone to watch the commotion."

Song Xianglan: "This old man Lin is getting more and more regressive as he gets older."

When Lin Fang used to be a slave at home, he often praised her for being sensible. How come she's become such a different person after getting married? She's so obsessed with saving face, she's suffering for it!

She pushed the bicycle into Shen Huijun's hands.

"Push the car back first, and take these bones and pork kidneys to Da Hua so she can start stewing them right away. I'm going to check on Lin Man's house!"

Shen Huijun responded and pushed the cart home.

Song Xianglan stumbled and trudged toward Lin Man's house.

We haven't reached the intersection yet.

Then several people came running out in a panic.

"Lin Fang has disappeared!"

"Quick, look for them! It's so windy, don't do anything rash!"

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

If Lin Fang really gets into trouble at this critical juncture, then everything will be over.

Those beasts in the Geng family were just looking for something to use against them.

If anything were to happen to Lin Fang at her parents' home, they would definitely turn around and blame her.

They say she was forced to her death by her family. In the end, not only will she not get divorce compensation, but Lin Man's whole family will be drowned in spittle!

"Separate teams to search!"

Song Xianglan shouted loudly, not caring whether anyone else heard her, and turned to run towards the sea.

Xiaoquan Brigade is surrounded by mountains on one side and the sea on two sides.

Besides the back mountain, the seaside is the most likely place for accidents to happen.

The wind and waves are raging.

The dark, murky seawater, like a pot of boiling ink, crashed wildly against the rocks on the shore, whipping up white waves several meters high and producing a deafening roar.

Song Xianglan braved the wind.

Squinting, he searched the shore.

Finally, in that sheltered, dead-end corner by the Waiting-for-Husband Rock.

She saw a huddled figure.

Lin Fang sat on that wet rock, looking like a sculpture that had lost its soul.

He stared intently at the churning sea.

Not moving at all.

Song Xianglan's heart was pounding in her throat.

She tiptoed closer, carefully approaching, afraid of startling the other person.

Walk closer.

Without saying a word, she took off her thick apron and draped it over Lin Fang's head to shield her from the raging sea wind.

Lin Fang shuddered and slowly raised her head.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were frozen purple, and his eyes were empty.

Song Xianglan grabbed her cold hand.

He forcefully pulled her to a recessed rock face to shelter from the wind, his palm tightly rubbing the back of her hand:

"Silly girl! What are you doing here? You scared your auntie to death!"

Lin Fang let her rub her hands.

The sound was so soft it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"Auntie, I don't want to die."

She turned to look at the raging sea, her eyes revealing a resolute determination born of death.

"Even if I have to die, I want to die on the beach in Gengjia Village, and become a vengeful ghost to haunt them. Dying in my mother's home would only soil my brother and sister-in-law's land."

Song Xianglan felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

Even in this predicament, this girl still doesn't want to be a burden on her family.

"Did your brother and sister-in-law upset you?"

Lin Fang shook her head: "No, my sister-in-law has always protected me, but my dad..."

"Your dad's a senile old man, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Song Xianglan's voice sounded particularly firm and powerful amidst the wind and rain:

"Remember this, everyone in this world can look down on you, but you can't look down on yourself! Some people have no one behind them and have to bear everything alone, but you're different!"

"You have your doting mother behind you, Lin Man and his wife, and your auntie here."

Even if the sky falls, someone will hold it up for you.

Even if it means tearing a hole in the sky, your mother would never let you go back to that hellhole.