Chapter 10: The Mantis Catches the Cicada, Song Dynasty Porcelain Behind
Wanxia couldn't smile anymore and cursed Song Ci in her heart.
I could only walk towards the main house with a cold face and carrying my things.
The Song family moved to Beijing only three years ago from being peasants. Back then, they didn't have enough money, so they sold their ancestral home and the family's fertile land. It was only when her father met a big customer while doing business and made some money that they were able to buy this remote house in Beijing.
It is said that this house is haunted, that is why it is sold so cheaply.
But the Song family was short of money, so they had no choice but to buy this place. They also bought a few servants, one for each proper master in the family.
In the main house, both the first and second wives were present, enjoying dinner, chatting and laughing as they ate cakes. Song Rouxi and Song Ying sat around Old Lady Song's knees, chatting, and the family was in a state of joy.
The maidservant serving her massaged her shoulders, and she enjoyed it very much.
Before she turned around, a loud "Mom" almost scared Old Mrs. Song to death.
Why are people from the third room here!
Just as she was about to lose her temper, she saw the food in Wanxia and Wanxiang's hands, and her face turned from anger to smile, "Third brother, why are you here so late at night?"
Song Lao San scratched his head and said, "It was Song Ci who said that you were not feeling well, so I used the money I saved over the years to buy you some delicious food. I want to honor you."
Old Madam Song snorted coldly, "What kind of delicious food is this? It's not worth sending it here like this."
"Grandma, it's a dish from Zui Xiang Lou."
"Put it down." Old Mrs. Song finally put on a good face and gestured for the things to be put down.
Song Ci sniffed, "What a nice smell, what is that smell?"
Old Mrs. Song's face suddenly turned pale. She pinched hard with her hand, and Song Ying gasped in pain.
"You are a reincarnated starving ghost, what nonsense are you talking about?" She glared at Song Ci fiercely. Song Ci seemed to be frightened, took a step back and hid behind his father.
"I'm not kidding. Grandma's room smells so good... It smells like roasted lamb..."
After Song Ci said this, Song's father also felt that he could faintly smell a strong aroma of mutton, which made him swallow his saliva.
Mutton is so expensive these days. Why does it smell like mutton here?
"Song Ci, you must have smelled it wrong. All the money in the family has been spent on your medical treatment and medicine. How can we afford to eat something as precious as mutton?" Aunt Li Yao smiled and looked at the third family with contempt.
The handkerchief gently covers the tip of the nose.
The third room is really not presentable.
"Really? Auntie, there's mutton scraps at the corners of your mouth..."
Li Yao's heart skipped a beat and she reached out to touch it, but found nothing. She then realized that she had been deceived by Song Ci.
"you!"
Song Ci looked innocent, "I was mistaken, but if there was no mutton, why would Auntie be so anxious..."
Li Yao was choked and glared at Song Ci coldly.
In the past, the girl from the third room was silent, like a mute person, but today she was very talkative and even she couldn't beat her.
Seeing the stalemate, Uncle Song coughed lightly and said, "We did eat mutton tonight, but it was because your grandmother was not in good health, so I bought it to nourish her."
Uncle Song felt that it was no big deal to eat in private, as long as he brought up his mother, the third wife would shut up.
Old Madam Song was also very confident. "You, the Third House, don't you think about it? The First and Second Houses study very hard every day, so they naturally need to eat something good to replenish their bodies. They are also doing it for the good of the Song family. Do you think you are going to be so picky about a little mutton?"
Song Ci felt disgusted when she saw her as if it was her due.
I just regret that I didn't see through their tricks before.
Is studying hard?
Dad worked hard as a businessman, exposed to the elements, with poor food and shelter, and the constant worry of being killed. My eldest and second uncles were waited on at home every day, but in just three years, they had become fair-skinned and rosy-faced. How could they even look like the country folk they once were?
He just confuses right and wrong and tells lies with open eyes.
Song Lao San was not good at speaking to begin with, and he was speechless after being silenced by a few words. Although he felt aggrieved, he also felt that what his mother said made sense. His eldest and second brothers were also doing this for the Song family, so the whole family should work together.
"Grandma means that since my uncles work hard, my father's business is not hard either."
Old Lady Song opened her mouth subconsciously, "Is doing business harder than studying? Studying requires brains, and your father only has a handful of strength."
After she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong and quickly changed her words, "I'm not saying that your father doesn't work hard, but things should be prioritized. Your uncles will be able to help the Song family improve its status in the future... If the family is doing well, you will have someone to rely on when you get married in the future."
"Grandma said my eldest and second uncles worked hard, so why are they both fair and plump, while my father is dark-skinned and thin..."
Song Ci continued to speak, and Old Mrs. Song became unhappy.
When Song's father saw his mother's bad face, he reached out and pulled his daughter's clothes, "Stop talking."
"Dad, my eldest and second uncles don't have official positions yet, and the Song family can rely on you to make money. If you are not in good health and fall down...how will the whole family survive?" She said, her eyes red.
Father Song thought, if he fell, his daughter would be left without support, and his wife was a weak-willed woman... he couldn't fall.
"Mom, what Xiaoci said does make some sense..."
Old Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and looked at Song Ci, wishing she could go up and scratch her face.
This little bitch looks just like her mother, with a foxy face. She shouldn't have agreed to the third son marrying this wife, giving birth to Song Ci, who is disobedient and a troublemaker!
"Then what do you want?"
"My father works hard, and I, your granddaughter, just hope that he can also eat mutton to replenish his body."
Old Mrs. Song was about to curse, "Dream on!"
They deserve to eat shit!
A family of losers and useless people deserve nothing more than vegetable porridge! Don't waste the mutton.
Uncle Song stopped her and said with a smile, "The children are also very filial. Third brother has worked hard. Isn't there a piece left in the kitchen? Let them take it back."
He still needs his third brother's ability to make money. Once he rises to prominence, the good days of the third house will be over.
Old Mrs. Song was not happy about it, as she was used to being frugal in the countryside.
Good things are saved for later consumption. The piece of mutton just now was the smallest, so the biggest one is left for later!
Now that it's given, won't the third family, a useless family, get away with it?
"Mom." Uncle Song's voice deepened.
Old Mrs. Song had a stubborn temper, but since her eldest son was promising, she had to give him some face.
"Okay, okay, take it away, take it away! You're a bunch of starving ghosts!" Eat you to death!
Her eyes rolled around, and she decided to find an opportunity to get it back from that bitch Qiao Xianglan. She couldn't eat the mutton for free.
Her family was in business, and her parents doted on her. She'd received quite a bit of dowry when she married in, and she'd found excuses to take quite a bit over the years. But she still had more than half left. Since she'd married into the Song family, it naturally belonged to them! She could take it all back and give it to Rouxi later.
Thinking about it this way, a little mutton was nothing. She was no longer angry.
"Grandma..." Song Rouxi tugged at Old Madam Song's clothes, revealing her fair arms with a look of grievance. Old Madam Song understood instantly.
Shouting, "Wait!"
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