"I've decided to change my surname to Joe."

After Song Lian'er finished speaking, she noticed an indescribable change on the faces of the Qiao family members.

That feeling of being truly accepted as family.

They brought the mother and daughter back, saying that the mother would stay permanently and that they would take care of her in her old age. However, they treated the granddaughter as if she were just a temporary resident, with a kind of politeness that was different from that of family members.

"Lian'er, are you saying you want to take our surname, Qiao?" Old Man Qiao asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Yes, my mother took me out of the Song family and we divorced. She wrote a letter severing ties with Song Ruier. My mother and I returned to the Qiao family and lived with everyone. Why should I bear the surname Song, live in the Qiao family's house, and eat the Qiao family's food?"

“My father never raised me for a single day. My mother carried me for ten months and gave birth to me. She worked hard to raise me.”

These words deeply moved the Qiao family.

Good girl, the Qiao family's love for her has not been in vain.

Yes, the Qiao family and the Song family are now irreconcilable enemies. Even though they bear the Song family name, they don't feel comfortable calling them that.

"Alright, then let's change it. After the change, you will no longer be our Qiao family's granddaughter, but a proper granddaughter." Old Master Qiao nodded.

“It just so happens that Zhao Lizheng is going to the county town. I’ll go find him, explain the situation, and when we get to the county government, I’ll ask him to re-register your household registration with the Qiao family. From now on, you won’t be called Song Lian’er, you’ll be called Qiao Lian’er.”

Thinking about Song Ruier's selfishness and Lian'er's filial piety, Old Master Qiao felt a deep sense of melancholy at how different people's hearts were.

It was evening, and Lu Shi, Da Meng, and Xiao Meng were cooking in the kitchen. In the Qiao family, cooking was done in shifts from room to room.

"After the third wife's turn, the cycle will start again from the first wife's turn, and finally it will be your turn, mother and daughter," Old Mrs. Qiao said to Song Lian'er.

Seeing that Grandma Qiao was assigning them tasks, Song Lian'er knew that they were genuinely treated as family here.

Guests are generally not allowed to move around. If they stay for a long time, they might ask for a small favor.

Song Lian'er originally intended to take over immediately, but seeing that Qiao Yunni was distracted, she knew that she would need to take a break. With so many mouths to feed in the family, she might not be able to manage.

"Okay, Grandma."

The word "Grandma" startled Old Mrs. Qiao for a moment, then she understood.

They're changing their surname to Qiao again, so of course they'll call them grandpa and grandma.

It sounds much more pleasant than "grandmother." No matter how affectionate "grandmother" is, it still has the word "outsider" in it.

"Then what should you call me?" Old Master Qiao smiled gently and kindly as he leaned closer.

"Grandpa." Song Lian'er's body was only twelve years old, and her voice was still that of a child.

"Oh, good, that sounds good. Call me Grandpa, that's how it should be." Old Man Qiao laughed heartily.

Other relatives also changed their address, calling each other uncle, aunt, cousin, and older cousin.

Everyone smiled as they heard Song Lian'er address them differently.

Qiao Yunni smiled as she looked at the heartwarming scene before her, then went inside to sleep.

She was so exhausted that she fell asleep very quickly.

Song Lian'er also entered the room, where there were two wooden beds. She slept on the one facing the courtyard, while Qiao Yunni slept on the one facing the outer wall.

Their beds were covered with two layers of bedding, and the quilts and mattresses were the most complete and soft in the house. Old Mrs. Qiao had moved around and put together the best ones for them.

Nevertheless, the quilt was patched in many places and the cotton wadding was torn out. Part of the mattress was damaged, but the pieces were laid on top of each other to cover it up.

There were no pigs in the pigsty, but a hen that laid eggs.

This family is poor.

Song Lian'er was also tired, even more so than Qiao Yunni.