Song Lao Er glared and said, "We gave gifts, and these dishes were served to our table. How we want to eat them is none of your business!"

"If someone dies from the food, they'll blame it on the Qiao family. We can't bear that responsibility, and we don't want to bring bad luck onto this auspicious day," Qiao Xi'er said.

Seeing that they were really going to take all the food away, Song Xiaohua quickly said, "Okay, okay, put it down. We'll eat slowly. You're such a spoilsport."

Seeing that the Qiao family remained unmoved, Song Laoda assured them again, "We've eaten almost all of our food."

“You don’t need to be in such a hurry. If you can’t finish it, just take it home,” Qiao Xiaomeng said.

He disliked any food that the Song family had wasted.

Hearing him say that, the Song family members relaxed.

After they put the dishes down, they were indeed in a less hurry, and the Qiao family left.

Song Ruier lowered his head and ate slowly. He wasn't as hungry as the Song family at first. He tried to persuade them, but no one listened to him.

He was filled with contempt, feeling that the Song family was not good enough for him.

While the Song family was scrambling for food, he secretly hid a lot of snacks in his sleeve.

That way, even if Song Lao Er is still holding a grudge against him for what happened that day, he won't suffer if he hides outside.

After the three women, including Old Lady Song, went to see Guan Yuqin, they disappeared. Song Ruier knew that something must have happened to them.

He knew that his father, Song Laosan's, matter was going to be difficult.

Currently, he can only align himself with the Qiao family, since the Qiao family is gradually growing into a powerful and reliable family.

After finishing her meal, Song Ruier strolled around the yard.

He saw Old Mrs. Qiao carrying a basin out of the kitchen, about to pour it into the sewer.

He walked up to Grandma Qiao and said, "Grandma, let me help you."

Grandma Qiao had also heard about what happened that day. She snorted and didn't give up her work to Song Ruier.

"You know how good the Qiao family is? Too late."

"What are you thinking, you little brat? Do you think I don't know? You dare to flaunt your thoughts in front of me? I can see right through you."

While splashing the dirty water out of the basin, he muttered, "Double happiness, all the bad luck and disappointment are gone."

Grandma Qiao ignored Song Ruier and turned to go into the kitchen.

To ensure a continuous supply of wine for the banquet, Qiao Laosan carried a large wine jar out of the storeroom.

Song Ruier followed.

"Third Uncle, be careful, it's a bit slippery up ahead."

Qiao Laosan doted on his youngest sister, Qiao Yunni, the most. He was also the uncle who loved his niece the most among the three of them.

He might be the first to be moved.

"It's my house, I know exactly where the slippery spots are. I don't need your fawning and fake kindness. Get lost after you've had your fill," Qiao Laosan cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

This kid came looking for trouble, not because of any family ties. At such a young age, his heart and eyes are full of scheming.

After everyone at the tables finished eating, Xiao Meng collected the bowls into a large basin and then wiped the table with a rag.

"Brother Meng, let me do it. You go and rest for a while." Song Ruier reached for the rag.

Qiao Xiaomeng pushed the person away without a second thought: "Get lost."

He raised his fist again: "If you dare come any closer, I'll deal with you."

Many people looked at Song Ruier, who had her head down and her eyes red, as if she had been wronged.

The Qiao family found it hard to accept him, so he tried to persuade the villagers first.

Once the villagers believe him, the Qiao family will be forced to accept him; otherwise, they will be seen as heartless and selfish.

Qiao Lian'er could easily see through Song Rui'er's intentions. She sneered, walked past Song Rui'er, and tugged at his sleeve.

The pig's trotters, chicken legs, potato chunks, and braised pork that had been hidden in the sleeves all rolled out.