Chop up another pumpkin and pour it into the pig trough. The pigs smelled the aroma, let out a squeal, and rushed over to eat it with great relish.
Fang Jie and her two sons each ate two bowls of pumpkin and corn porridge, while Song Fanxing was still fast asleep with her little bottom sticking up.
Fang Jie felt a wave of tenderness wash over her.
She instructed her two sons to wait for their younger sister to get up, then help her wash and prepare breakfast.
She's going to work.
Song Fanxing was woken up by the noise.
In the courtyard, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua blocked the entrance, preventing Old Lady Song from entering.
Song Haitao, who was supporting Old Lady Song, started shouting.
"Song Yaohui, Song Yaohua, how dare you not let Grandma in? This is utterly outrageous!"
Song Yaohui stood there motionless, like two door gods standing guard at the entrance.
Song Yaohui: "Say what you have to say here."
Since their little courtyard was built, his grandmother has never stepped inside.
I don't know what got into me today.
Old Mrs. Song was thin and small, with a hunched back and bound feet.
He glared angrily at the Song Yaohui brothers, his face full of bitterness and sarcasm.
"You little brats, have you been instigated by that bitch Fang Jie? I'm your grandmother, even your father wouldn't dare treat me like this."
Song Yaohui frowned. "Grandma, please don't talk about my mom like that. She's the best mother in the world. She didn't instigate us; it's just that we don't want you to come in. Back then, when you kicked us out, we had nowhere to live. Mom and my brother lived in a thatched hut for three months until the house was built. Now that you want to come into our house, I won't allow it!"
Song Yaohua: "Yes, Grandma is heartless to us, we don't like you."
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