When Song Nanshan was being dealt with in Ning County, Song Nanting realized that her strength had become much greater.

God can allow her to be reborn and give her space, so it doesn't seem like a big deal to give her some strength.

Besides, she had practiced some self-defense skills with Lu Jianan before, and with this strength, she was even more powerful.

Song Nanting used almost all her strength in this stick, and almost at the moment of the hit, Song Nanting heard the sound of broken bones.

The little punk fell to the ground with a yell. The other man was stunned at first, then he picked up a stone on the ground and rushed towards Song Nanting.

Song Nanting's heart was beating like thunder. Some things will happen a second time after the first time. Starting from Song Nanshan, she was not afraid of anything.

Anyone who wants to take advantage of her will be beaten up individually or as many as two.

"You're pretty good, little girl. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how powerful grandpa is in this street."

"Brother Chao, kill her." The gangster fell to the ground and his legs hurt so much that he couldn't get up, but he was still yelling and cursing.

Song Nanting snorted coldly, raised the stick, and swung it at the second scoundrel without even waiting for him to get close.

Unexpectedly, this second little jerk was already prepared. He actually grabbed the stick with his other hand and smiled triumphantly at Song Nanting, "You never thought of that..."

However, Song Nanting was not afraid of this. She simply pulled the stick and kicked the number two jerk directly in the chest.

The smug smile still remained on the face of the second jerk, but he was immediately kicked out and fell heavily to the ground.

If the previous blow with the stick didn't make him feel scared, this kick made him feel a strong sense of fear.

His chest felt as if it was torn apart, and he doubled over in pain. He curled up on the ground, sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Chao, Brother Chao..."

The number one loser dragged one leg over and said, "Brother Chao, what's wrong with you?"

Song Nanting slowly approached the two men. The two idiots finally got scared and looked at her in horror. "What do you want?"

What do you want?

The two bastards asked her what she wanted?

I don't want anything.

Song Nanting smiled and said, "Do you know you are wrong?"

The two idiots nodded quickly.

Song Nanting glanced at the sun. It was already late and she didn't want to argue any more, so she picked up her bag and left very quickly.

As for what would happen to the punk, Song Nanting didn't care. He wouldn't die anyway. At most he would have to lie in bed during the New Year. At least he wouldn't be able to come out and harm people for a short period of time.

If time didn't allow, she would have taken them to the police station directly. But at the police station, they would have to make statements and so on, and they might be detained for a few days. What if they were asked to pay compensation for the injuries they suffered?

The most important thing is not to delay her from having the New Year’s Eve dinner.

When we arrived at the guesthouse, we saw Auntie Song and Comrade Han waiting at the door. When they saw Song Nanting coming back, they breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Did you go shopping?"

Aunt Song pointed at the luggage bag.

Song Nanting nodded, "Yes, I didn't have enough stuff. I heard it's very cold in the Northeast. And the department store didn't require tickets to buy things in the afternoon, so I bought some more."

As she looked quite poor, neither Aunt Song nor Comrade Han asked where she got the money or how she bought it.

We are all sensible people, everyone has a secret.

"Let's go. The guesthouse kitchen is closed tonight. We can borrow the stove."

There were not many people celebrating New Year's Eve in the guesthouse. The waiter on duty at the front desk gave a few instructions out of boredom and let them do whatever they wanted.

Aunt Song said, "I went out for a walk early this morning. At noon, I went to a state-owned restaurant and bought a bowl of stir-fried pork with chili peppers and spicy soup. I'll drink some to warm myself up later."

Comrade Han laughed and said, "I bought braised pork and mutton stewed noodles, but I didn't put the noodles in. I brought them back and will cook them again later."

After saying that, he looked at Song Nanting, who picked up the lunch box and said, "Then our New Year's Eve dinner is of high standard, but I also bought braised pork, so we can have a good meal tonight."

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, but it had not completely set. Aunt Song looked at the gas stove and said, "I don't know how to use this thing."

"Let me do it." Song Nanting went over to unscrew the gas tank, then took a match to turn on the stove, put a pot on it, and heated up the dishes one by one. As for the mutton noodles, she heated them up last. After boiling, she put the hand-rolled noodles in to cook, and then borrowed an enamel basin from the guesthouse to fill half of it.

Aunt Song said, "Let's eat in their restaurant here. There aren't many people there, and we can eat happily. We don't have to eat in the house."

"Okay, we'll be outside." Comrade Han added, "We don't have any wine, so let's just drink some boiled water."

Each person was given a cup of boiled water. Except for the mutton noodles, all other dishes were placed on the table in lunch boxes.

Aunt Song pushed Song Nanting's portion of braised pork towards her and said, "One portion of braised pork will be enough. You can put this aside and eat it later. It won't go bad even if the weather gets cold."

Song Nanting refused. "We've already bought it. It's Chinese New Year, so let's eat more. Six dishes are perfect. We can take the rest on the train, so we can have surplus every year."

Seeing that she insisted, Aunt Song stopped talking and raised her cup, saying, "Come on, let's have a toast to celebrate the New Year."

It was dark outside. A red lantern was hung at the door of the guesthouse. From some family compounds not far away came the lively sounds of people happily celebrating the New Year.

Song Nanting picked up the wine glass. This was probably the most special year. There was no endless scolding, nor Lu Jianan's company, but she did not feel lonely.

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