"What should we do? We are still living with the old people in their old age!"
"Be nice to the second brother's family. At least the second brother will think about us."
"I'm heartbroken, my child's father, we have been the best to our eldest son since he was young!"
“…”
No one knew how heartbroken the two elders of the Song family were in the main hall.
Both the first and second wives of the Song family were preparing a meal for their daughter's return home on the third day.
"Second sister-in-law, we are all family after all, why don't we just eat lunch together today, so I don't have to cook one and you don't have to cook another."
If Zhao Qiuqin had not seen the various vegetarian dishes prepared in the kitchen and the only meat dishes were a few eggs, she might have agreed to Wei Meihua's suggestion. But she was sharp-eyed and saw that Sun Changlei was carrying a large basket of things when he came, and Wei Meihua prepared such dishes to entertain him. What a sin!
Zhao Qiuqin refused directly: "No, we have separated, so we should eat our own food."
It's okay to suffer a little loss, but she won't accept it if her son-in-law comes all the way here with so many good things and doesn't enjoy the food.
Wei Meihua's plan failed, and she glanced at him and said, "We've already stewed the chicken at home. Second sister-in-law, we are just farmers in the village. What's the point of showing off like this?"
"My son-in-law has finally come here, what's wrong with killing a chicken and eating it? It's not okay to treat my son-in-law well!" Zhao Qiuqin walked into the kitchen carrying a plucked chicken, and Song Deming was holding a fish in his hand.
Wei Meihua followed Song Demin and said, "Second brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but I'm your sister-in-law after all. You have to control your wife. Don't be so aggressive with me next time."
Song Demin looked honest and timid: "Sister-in-law, there is no other way. Everyone in my family listens to Qiuqin. I'll go into the kitchen first!"
Wei Meihua: What a useless weak man, no wonder he was controlled by Zhao Qiuqin, bah!
Today it was the second family's turn to use the kitchen first. The firewood was burning brightly in the stove, and the orange and red flames heated up the pot. The mushroom, white radish and chicken soup in the pot was bubbling, and the aroma was so fragrant that it drifted through the chimney, into the courtyard, and also around Old Song's house.
A nearby villager asked, "What's wrong with the Song family? They stewed a chicken today?"
Someone replied: "You forgot, the two granddaughters of the Song family who are married off are coming back today."
"Tsk tsk, that's really worthwhile."
"It smells so good, let's go quickly, my internal organs can't stand it anymore."
“…”
A group of children from the village squatted near Old Song's house, smelling the food and drooling, and they just didn't want to leave.
Once the chicken soup is ready, the table of dishes is also ready. There are braised fish, mushroom and radish chicken soup, roasted eggplant, stir-fried beans, and smashed cucumber.
For the villagers, being able to set up a table like this is already very good.
Before eating, Zhao Qiuqin asked Song Jiayu to bring a bowl of chicken soup to the main room.
In the main hall, the two elders saw the second daughter Jiayu bringing in chicken soup, which contained chunks of chicken, mushrooms, and radish. They spoke even more enthusiastically, pulling her aside and asking, "Is it enough for you? If not, take it back. Your grandma and I don't need it."
How could Song Jiayu take it back? "It's enough to eat, it's enough to eat. I'm a filial grandparent, how can I take it back?"
After returning to the house, Song Jiayu and her family began to eat happily.
In the kitchen, Wei Meihua came in to cook. She only smelled fish and chicken, but didn't see a single piece of meat or vegetable. She cursed, "Just like an old rat, he didn't leave a single bit!"
After scolding, Wei Meihua started to cook. She prepared to stir-fry some eggs, and then stir-fry some beans, cucumbers, and pumpkins. That was almost it.
Song Xiulan entered the kitchen, glanced at the dishes that had been cooked, and asked in surprise, "Mom, you're just going to let Changlei and I eat this?"
Wei Meihua disagreed, "Daughter, what's wrong with eating this? You usually only eat one or two dishes."
"Mom, my second uncle's family stews chicken and roasts fish, our family can't be too bad!" Song Xiulan really didn't want to lose face, especially in front of Song Jiayu.
"Let's burn the wild duck we brought."
"That's easy for you to say. A wild duck, if prepared properly, would be a great dish at a wedding banquet. Your brother is already looking for a wife, so the banquet on that day can't be too shabby."
"I'll have Chang Lei send a wild duck over on my brother's wedding day. We have to roast the duck today, or else Song Jiayu will laugh at me to death."
"One wild duck isn't enough!"
"Then another pheasant will do!"
Wei Meihua was happy, thinking that her love for her daughter was not in vain. "Okay, I'll kill a duck for you and treat my son-in-law well."
Soon the smell of braised duck wafted from the kitchen.
Villagers: "The Song family is never done with stewing chicken and roasting duck."
A child yelled, "I want meat! I want meat!"
Angry parents: "Eat, eat, eat! If you want to eat, go ask for it yourself!"
The table in the Song family's main room looked much more attractive because of a plate of braised duck. Wei Meihua's chopsticks almost became a shadow. While she was eating herself, she did not forget to pick up pieces of duck meat for her second son Song Chengjiu and third son Song Dongchang. The full plate was finished in a few bites, leaving only the radish soaked in soup.
In the main room, there were only two bowls of rice on the table, with stir-fried pumpkin, beans, cucumber and other vegetables piled on top.
Old Mrs. Song dug at the bottom of the bowl with chopsticks out of disbelief. Not only was there no meat, there was not even a drop of oil or water. In contrast, there was a bowl of chicken soup with chicken pieces.
"How could they do this to us!"
"My dear, think about it more open-mindedly. We are the ones who raised our eldest son to be like this. We can't blame others."
"I'm his mother! I'm the one who gave birth to him and raised him!"
"Then I'm still his father. It's useless. Just drink some chicken soup. At least I still have a son who hasn't grown up crooked."
"I'm too angry to drink."
"So I drink it all?"
"You wish!"
“…”
After lunch, Song Jiayu carried the basket and took Jiang Baizhou to Lushan, while Song Beiwang led the way.
Along the way, we met many villagers.
Song Beiwang used this loudspeaker to tell everyone, "This is my brother-in-law, this is my sister."
As a result, the impression of the people in Lushan Village changed from the son-in-law of the second granddaughter of the old Song family to the fact that the handsome young man was the son-in-law of the second granddaughter of the old Song family. City people are really different!
In the distance, a figure stood there and looked at the three of them.
The big face was so familiar that Song Jiayu recognized it immediately: Zhang Cuihua from Lushan Village.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, patting his brother's shoulder.
Song Beiwang rolled his eyes: "It's all because of my brother-in-law. Yesterday, not only did he ask me if he was coming, he also asked Daniu to ask me."
"Did you tell me that?"
"Of course I didn't say that, but I didn't expect her to come anyway." Song Beiwang really didn't know the answer to any of the questions yesterday. Humph, my brother-in-law is just a magnet for attracting women.
Jiang Baizhou was inexplicably stared at by his wife's third brother.
He...expressed his grievance with his face.
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