Granny Gu was pushed away by Song Lao Er and almost fell off the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Fortunately, Xiao Gu Shi (Little Madam Gu) helped her up and she regained her balance.

Ignoring her son's recklessness, she urged him repeatedly, "Quickly, go and break her legs, let that bitch know what's what."

In her mind, all Master Xue wanted was a woman.

Even though Song Liyun has a broken leg, she is still a delicate young lady. Master Xue, being of advanced age, will not despise her; it's just a matter of spending some money to treat her.

Song Lao Er left the main room with several bloody marks on his face.

Although Song Liyun was in the kitchen, he wasn't worried about her running away, but since it concerned money, he still had to go there.

This little slut was always unwilling, making a huge fuss about threatening suicide and causing a ruckus at home.

She still has to stay home for three days, so I have to threaten her a few times to make her behave.

The Xue family didn't say the person had to be delivered properly; they said it was fine to tie their hands and feet and gag them.

But Master Xue is old, and if this girl causes trouble for someone else, it will bring disaster upon himself.

In the kitchen, after having already boiled hot water for a bath and drunk ginger soup, Song Liyun, with a rosy complexion, was happily cooking.

Arriving in Xiaoshi Village from a post-apocalyptic world plagued by animal and plant mutations, harsh climate, and environmental pollution, Song Liyun felt comfortable everywhere she looked. Within just a few hours, she fell deeply in love with the place.

It would be perfect if those two nagging women in the yard could just disappear from my sight.

First, they took out rice and flour from the rice jar, then took out eggs from the cupboard, then picked vegetables from the vegetable garden next to the house, and finally slaughtered a big fat chicken.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was no longer a wasteland, Song Liyun would have already killed the squealing pig in the pen and stored it in her own space.

Those are the most valuable natural high-quality livestock in the apocalypse, with tender and delicious meat that cannot be compared to the mutated beasts in the wilderness.

In addition to chicken and vegetables, Song Liyun also cooked rice.

Cooking is a lifestyle enjoyed only by the high-end residents of the main city.

For survivors in small bases, they usually just fill their stomachs with industrially produced convenience foods.

This kind of food can only ensure that people don't starve to death; it has nothing to do with being delicious.

The harder life gets, the more everyone dreams of a better life.

To increase consumers' appetite, food manufacturers print various beautiful pictures on the outer packaging.

There are also simple recipes so that people in makeshift shelters can enjoy delicious and tasty meals.

Song Liyun used to eat dry rations while imagining herself making delicious food by looking at the pictures and recipes on the packaging of convenience foods.

Now I finally have the chance to do it myself!

As time went by, the rice grains had all bloomed and opened up, each one plump and white. The grains were so sticky that they seemed impossible to separate. With each boil, the aroma of the rice made Song Liyun, who only ate compressed instant food, swallow hard.

Outside the kitchen, Song Lao Er was thinking about how to get Song Liyun under his thumb. When he stood menacingly at the kitchen door, he saw Song Liyun cutting chicken.

"Thump, thump, thump!" With a swift movement of the knife, chunks of meat piled up on the cutting board.

Sensing someone at the door, Song Liyun paused in mid-air with her cleaver, turned around and smiled, "Second Uncle is back. Are you hungry? Your niece is cooking for you!"

She already knew what Song Lao Er looked like from the original owner's memories, so when she saw him again, she still wanted to take a closer look.

Old Song was short and stout, with thick eyebrows, small eyes, and a face full of flesh. With his red, bulbous nose, he looked like a garlic clove that had been punched.

He's not even forty yet and he's already bald. Luckily, men here need to keep their hair long so they can easily style it into the "local support for the central government" hairstyle.

To cover his bald head, Song Lao Er tied his hair into a bun and pressed it down on his bald forehead. The bun, which had no foundation, looked particularly strange.

Seeing Song Liyun's smiling face, Song Lao Er, who was about to hurl a few vicious curses, opened his mouth, his prepared words already forgotten.

This isn't the shrewish woman my mother described who wanted to kill; she's clearly a girl who wants to be filial to her elders.

The gleaming cleaver was so bright it made him dizzy, and Song Lao Er involuntarily took a few steps back, blurting out, "What delicious food are you making?"

"Second Uncle, didn't you see me killing a chicken and stewing meat?" Song Liyun's lips curved slightly, revealing her dimples.

"Second brother, what are you saying? Hurry up and tie up that slut!" Granny Gu didn't dare to come over, nor did she see the situation in the kitchen. She just huddled under the eaves and urged Second Brother Song to catch the person quickly.

At this point, Song Lao Er realized what he had come here for.

He darkened his face and said, "Song Liyun, what did you do at home this morning? Your grandma said you hit someone. You should know that we're all doing this for your own good, don't be ungrateful." As he spoke, he picked up the wooden stick in his hand and weighed it in his hand, full of threat.

Song Liyun slammed the cleaver into the cutting board with a thud and sighed, "Oh! Second Uncle has misunderstood."

My family has gone out of their way to help me with my wedding arrangements, and I am so grateful that I would never disobey my elders.

Thinking about leaving soon, I felt deeply moved and knew I couldn't repay the kindness. I spent the whole morning preparing meals at home, hoping to give my second uncle a good meal. Perhaps Grandma misunderstood, thinking I was about to hit someone.

As she spoke, she pointed out the boiled chicken pieces to Song Lao Er.

He swallowed hard again: This chicken is so tender! It tastes good even without salt or flavor.

Song Lao Er: "...!"

He could hardly believe his ears.

Ever since we brought her back with her hands and feet tied up last night, Er Yatou has been crying and sobbing.

My mother and wife were just talking about Er Yatou jumping into the water... Could it be that I'm hallucinating because I've had too much to drink?

Song Lao Er looked dazed.

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