In winter, it gets dark early, and by the time Song Yan returned, it was noticeably darker.

Song Ma was already awake. When she saw Song Yan carrying the medicine bottle and medicine bag, as well as other things, she hurriedly asked, "Did you buy medicine? I'm fine, don't spend so much money."

After burning the radiator all afternoon, the room was warm. Song Yan tested the radiator with his hand; it was scalding hot. "If you're sick, you have to get treatment early, otherwise a minor illness can become a major one."

“My daughter has grown up. She knows how to think of her mother now. But you also need to make a living. If you spend too much money, won’t your husband and mother-in-law be unhappy?” Song Ma didn’t completely believe Song Yan when she said how well she was doing. Her daughter would definitely only tell her good news and not bad.

Just as Song Yan was about to start soaking the medicine, she turned around and asked curiously, "I'm spending money I earned myself. Why should I care whether others are happy or not?" No matter what, Song Yan always controlled her own things.

As for the advance payment of wages, let's talk about it later!

Song Ma opened her mouth, not expecting her daughter to speak so confidently. "You and your mother-in-law haven't separated the household, have you? Do you have the money?"

“My mother-in-law only has one son, so she will definitely live with him. Why would she want to separate the family? The money I earn and my husband’s money are naturally in my hands.”

In no time, it was completely dark outside. In the dim light, Song Ma's expression was inscrutable. "You've got a good mother-in-law!"

Thinking of Wei Ping's grandmother, Song Yan had to admit she was a very polite old lady.

Song Yan: "If my mother-in-law were like my grandmother, I wouldn't listen to her in everything either."

Song Ma sighed, "You know her temperament. If things don't meet her expectations, she'll throw a tantrum and never stop."

Song Yan: "Then let her make a scene! No matter how much she makes a scene, she won't dare to do anything to me. I burned so much coal today, she's not happy now, is she?"

Song Ma didn't say anything, which meant she had already scolded her.

"The fire in the stove is burning too brightly; it won't boil the medicine properly. I'll go outside and get some more coal to simmer it down..."

"Xiao Yan!" Song Ma said helplessly.

"It's alright, she just wants to cause trouble, she won't get away with it." Song Yan took the iron shovel and started shoveling coal.

Hearing the commotion, Old Mrs. Song opened the door and saw Song Yan scooping coal. "My God, are you going to burn this house to the ground? How much have you burned?" she said, and tried to snatch the scoop from Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan was so clever; he not only evaded Old Madam Song but also successfully returned to his room.

The old lady heard the door slam shut with a "bang".

By the time the old lady entered the house, the coal had already been added to the stove. "You, you..." The old lady was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Song Yan casually placed the medicine pot on the stove.

"You wait!" That was all the old woman could say. She slammed the door and left.

Song Ma's eyes were filled with terror.

"See, that's just how she is. The sky won't fall!" Song Yan searched through the original owner's memories, all he found were grievances. Song Yan just wanted to vent his anger for the original owner.

The gate rang; Uncle and Father Song were back. I had no idea what they were saying behind closed doors, but it was definitely related to Song Yan.

After a long silence, Song Ma said, "She won't do it herself; she's afraid of forcing your father to do it. You..."

“I’m already married, and I married a soldier. No matter who hits me, I’ll go to the Women’s Federation and the Military Support Office. They can’t bear the reputation of a military family member.” Song Yan put her hands in hot water to wash off the coal dust.

Old Mrs. Song is only a bully at home. She wouldn't dare do anything openly.

Song Yan's composure calmed Song's mother's panicked heart.

Song Yan couldn't hear what was happening inside the main room, and she wasn't worried.

The chaos that Song Ma had anticipated from Old Mrs. Song didn't happen. "Why is it so quiet?"

Song Yan thought, "It's almost time to eat. Is the old lady trying to use this to control people?"

Song Yan only guessed half right, because Song's father bore the brunt of the old lady's anger.

Mr. Song and Mrs. Ren gave each other a thorough dressing-down.

When the meal was almost ready, the old lady was still scolding Song's father when Song Yan went to the main room.

The table inside the house was already set up, and a table full of food was laid out.

"The food is ready..." Song Yan said, but no one paid any attention to her. Song Yan didn't need anyone to talk to her; she took a bowl and ladled out the porridge herself.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You're not allowed to eat here!" the old woman yelled.

"I won't eat your food, my mom hasn't eaten yet." Song Yan reached for the cornbread again.

"I won't give that jinx to her." The old lady reached out to snatch the porridge from Song Yan's bowl.

Song Yan dared not move around too much with liquids, afraid of burning himself. The old lady couldn't get any cornbread.

"Second son, are you blind?! Can't you see your daughter's character?" Old Mrs. Song went to find her father when she couldn't get what she wanted.

But Song's father didn't move.

"Songcheng, Songcheng!" The old lady asked her eldest grandson for help.

The youngest son and eldest grandson were the old man's lifeblood. This saying was perfectly embodied in the old woman. In her heart, the most important person was her youngest son, followed by her eldest grandson. They also benefited the most from the family's affairs.

Whenever Song Cheng wanted something, the old lady would give it to him. And the money for all of it was squeezed from Song Cheng's parents. Did Song Cheng know this? Of course he knew, but he spent it without a second thought.

Song Cheng really helped to snatch it. Song Yan also let him take the cornbread, saying, "My mom has food rations."

"I won't give her any. I just won't give her any," the old lady said smugly. With so many people in the house now, could Song Yan still get away with it?

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