After the dough had risen, Fang Jie started rolling it out, then boiled it in water, rinsed it with cold water, and put it in a bowl.
She filled three large bowls and two small bowls. The three large bowls were for her and her two sons, and the two small bowls were for her daughter and mother-in-law.
The three children brought the noodles and sauce to the table, and Fang Jie then brought over a bowl of shredded cucumber.
He said, "Eat up, Mom's handmade noodles with braised sauce are delicious."
The three children couldn't wait any longer. As soon as Fang Jie spoke, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua picked up their large bowls, ladled two spoonfuls of green pepper and eggplant sauce over the ingredients, added some cucumber shreds, mixed it a few times, and then started eating heartily.
Song Yaohua: "Mmm... Mom... It's delicious, so delicious..."
Song Yaohua spoke intermittently as he ate.
Song Fanxing followed their example and mixed herself a bowl. After taking a bite, her eyes lit up.
"Mom, it's delicious."
Then he started eating in small bites.
Fang Jie glanced at her daughter's eating habits, then at her two sons' eating habits.
Are you sure they were both her children? Her two sons are so rough; were they switched at birth?
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua: ...
Song Fanxing: Mom, they really are your sons, but I... cough cough... I'm not actually that real.
When Grandma Song saw that her eldest daughter-in-law had brought out hand-pulled noodles with gravy, she couldn't wait to shout, "Feed me quickly, I'm starving, hurry, hurry!"
Song Fanxing rolled her eyes.
Her grandmother must be a reincarnated starving ghost. She was so old, was it really worth it for a bite to eat? It's shameful!
Fang Jie also couldn't stand her mother-in-law's bossy attitude, and thought it would be better for her to keep quiet.
She deliberately dawdled, busy with this and that, but didn't feed her.
This made Old Lady Song very anxious. "Eldest daughter-in-law, hurry up and feed me!"
Fang Jie took a rag and wiped the earthen bed.
He replied, "Mom, don't worry, I'll wipe the earthen bed for you, it's dirty."
Grandma Song suspected that her eldest daughter-in-law did it on purpose, but she really wanted to eat that bowl of braised noodles.
The eldest daughter-in-law placed the braised noodles next to her, and the aroma kept wafting into her nose, making her incredibly hungry.
Since she couldn't get up right now, she had no choice but to soften her voice and say, "Eldest daughter-in-law, don't wipe anymore, it's quite clean. Feed me first."
Fang Jie pretended not to hear and wiped the earthen bed twice, not even sparing the place where Old Lady Song was lying.
Old Mrs. Song was furious, but dared not speak out, her face turning red with rage.
Fang Jie finished her work and then picked up the bowl to feed Grandma Song noodles.
Song Fanxing covered her mouth and giggled.
Her mother also has a temper.
That's good. She likes her mother like that. Having a temper means she won't be bullied.
Grandma Song finally got to eat the delicious braised noodles and didn't have time to care about Song Fanxing mocking her.
She didn't want to say a word right now; she just wanted to eat her noodles in big gulps.
He quickly finished a bowl of noodles with gravy and shamelessly said, "Eldest daughter-in-law, there's too little noodle. Give me more next time."
Fang Jie replied, "No."
Old Mrs. Song was furious when she heard this. "You bitch, what's wrong with me eating some of your noodles? No, I didn't eat yours, I ate my son Darong's. You only got to eat white noodles because of him. I raised Darong, why should you get all the benefits? Next time, make me more, I don't have enough to eat."
Fang Jie didn't expect her to understand her good intentions, and explained, "You're bedridden now, so you shouldn't eat too much, or you'll get indigestion."
"Nonsense! My stomach is perfectly fine. If you don't want to feed me, just say so. Stop beating around the bush. You vicious woman, you'll die a horrible death!"
Song Fanxing clenched her fists, furious.
She rushed over and pulled Fang Jie aside. "Mom, let's leave her alone from now on. That ungrateful old woman. If it weren't for you, she might have died long ago. She doesn't know how to be grateful and even curses at you. That's too much! She even has the nerve to say that she raised Dad. It's only because Dad wasn't abused to death by her that he's alive."
Old Mrs. Song cursed, "You wretched girl, you unfilial brat! Who are you calling an old hag? What a disgrace to our family! How could our Song family produce such an unfilial thing as you? I'll tell your father to beat you to death!"
Then he glared at Fang Jie viciously, "You slut, look at the bastard you gave birth to, just like you, and your two sons are no better. I'll make Da Rong divorce you, you slut, and kick all four of you out of the house."
Song Fanxing sneered, "Old man, you've got a good plan. You've kicked the four of us out of the house so you can monopolize Dad's allowance and benefits. You're dreaming."
When she was exposed, Old Lady Song showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she arrogantly said, "Da Rong is in the army all year round. Who knows if the three of you are his children? I suspect that you are not even members of the Song family. Your mother cheated on Da Rong and that's how you three were born."
"You old bastard! You'll die a horrible death!"
Song Fanxing angrily grabbed Old Lady Song's arm, then heard a cracking sound, as if something had broken.
Old Mrs. Song screamed, "You brat, you broke my arm! I'm going to kill you!"
Although she couldn't feel the pain, she had just clearly heard the sound of her arm breaking.
Song Fanxing: ……
I was so angry that I forgot to control my strength.
Fang Jie was trembling with anger when she heard her mother-in-law's words of accusation, but she immediately sobered up when she heard that her mother-in-law's arm was broken.
Pulling her daughter behind her, she said coldly, "Don't wrong my Xingxing. She's only 3 years old. How could she have broken your arm? You broke your arm because you've been lying on the kang (heated brick bed) for too long and haven't been active enough. Don't blame my Xingxing."
Song Fanxing: ……
Her mother is quite good at lying through her teeth.
Old Mrs. Song: ...
"Fang Jie!!!"
Old Mrs. Song's roar startled both the Song Dalong and Song Dapeng families.
Song Dalong jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed), but Li Zhen stopped him, asking, "Where are you going?"
Song Dalong: "It seems like Mom was bullied by my sister-in-law. I have to go check on her."
Li Zhen rolled her eyes. "Come on, your mom is so powerful, she's the one who bullies others. Fang Jie is the kind of person who never talks back, so how could you bully her? Don't go looking for trouble."
After thinking for a while, Song Dalong sat back down on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Honey, you're right. Mom can't be bullied. I'd better not go. She's in a bad mood right now. If she yells at me too, I'll be at a huge loss."
Song Dapeng didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard Old Lady Song shouting.
Fang Jie said, "Why are you so angry? If you don't like me, I don't want to see you either. Starting tomorrow, it will be your second uncle's family serving you, and you won't need to see me anymore."
After saying that, Fang Jie took her daughter's little hand and left.
Old Mrs. Song shouted from behind, "No! I want you to serve me!"
She didn't want her two younger sons' families to serve her; she wanted her eldest daughter-in-law to serve her instead. Her eldest daughter-in-law served her well, and the food she cooked suited her taste.
Fang Jie ignored him and left with her daughter.
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