Chapter 25 Dinner
"That's great, mother. I have grandparents now too. Daddy and I will accompany you back to Beijing. Will your grandparents like me?"
"Of course they will." Jiang Yunwan touched Song Yu's head. "You are their granddaughter. They will dote on you just like your mother. Your uncle, aunt, cousin, and aunt will also like you. We in the Jiang family favor girls."
Song Yu's eyes lit up, "Then when are we going to the capital?"
"Your mother hasn't seen her family for over ten years, so of course the sooner the better." Song Mingen turned his head and said to Jiang Yunwan, "Let's go back to the village today and tell them. I need to make some preparations. I'll accompany you back in three days, okay?"
Going back home?
Jiang Yunwan then remembered that he had never returned to his parents' home in the more than ten years since he married Song Mingen.
Now that I remember who I am, returning to Beijing is naturally a return trip to my family.
"Okay, let's go back to the village now."
"Wait." Song Yu tried to stop him. "Let's hurry back before dinner. It will be past noon by the time we get back to the village."
"Then go back before dinner."
After Song Yu left, he hurried to the pharmacy.
"Miss, the pills have been rolled. The scar cream will not take shape until after noon."
Song Yu carefully inspected it and said, "There's still time. Go and pack it up now. We're going to the capital in a few days."
"The capital?" Bai Lan immediately objected, "No! It's too far, the master will find us."
Song Yu knew she had misunderstood and explained, "Our family of three all went to Beijing, to our maternal grandparents' home. My mother is from the Jiang family in Beijing. She lost her memory before, but now she remembers..."
Bai Lan's mind was confused, but she felt an intuition in her heart.
If you hang out with a young lady, your mind will always be confused in the future.
"Then are we going back to Wushuang Village?"
"I won't be coming back. I will stay in the capital, and you must not tell anyone else in the Song family about this."
"good!"
Chen Chunhua had just finished her lunch and lay down when Nanny Wen came in and called out softly, "Old Madam."
Chen Chunhua frowned, "It's so hot, why don't you go take a nap?"
"Madam, Ah Feng just sent a message saying that the Master and his men will be back before dinner. He has something important to say and asked everyone to be present."
"Can Master Shanhui heal Ming'en's right hand?"
Nanny Wen shook her head. "I asked again, but A Feng just said it was a big deal."
What big deal will it be?
Chen Chunhua couldn't figure it out either. "I know. Ask the kitchen to prepare well. We have a family dinner tonight."
"yes."
After lunch, Jiang Yunwan went back to her room and rested for half an hour.
When she opened her eyes, Song Yu handed her a large bottle of scar removal cream and a box of pills, saying playfully, "Mother, this is my secret recipe for beauty and skin care. It can be applied externally to whiten and remove scars, and taken internally to nourish the yin and beautify the skin. Come, let's take this pill with water first."
Song Yu often gave Jiang Yunwan beauty-enhancing plasters, and Jiang Yunwan swallowed the pills without any hesitation.
Then she applied scar removal cream on herself and said, "Mother knows you are filial. Don't do these things for me anymore. I look pretty good now."
"Not yet. Mother's face must be beautiful, without even a single blemish. This cream pill will definitely remove the marks on Mother's face. You'll see the results in twenty-one days."
Jiang Yunwan looked at her face in the mirror.
The marks on his face are no longer as obvious as they were a decade ago.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you can’t get rid of it.
She had long accepted this imperfect face.
"...Then I'll just sit back and wait for the results."
Song Yu glanced at Jiang Yunwan's lower abdomen.
The pill needs some strength!
She wants a cute little brother.
"Wanwan, Sister Yu." Song Mingen walked in. "Everything is packed, we can go back to the village..."
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"Minglang, what big announcement do you think Big Brother is going to make?"
Song Minglang was looking at the bill at the moment, his face grim. "Who knows? It would be bad if you didn't help us pay for the drinks."
"Could it be that Master Shanhui can heal his right hand?"
"Just cure it."
"Brother, your right hand has been healed. When can you become the village chief and take over the village's business?"
Song Minglang closed the account book. "Isn't it tiring to take care of all this? Our brother Rui will be an official in Beijing in the future, and we all have to follow him. Big brother and his family can only stay in Wushuang Village, and let mother come with us to Beijing. Big brother will deliver the harvest from the village on time every year. Big brother also has to be filial to our mother. After she dies, all her private property will be ours!"
Cui's eyes lit up, "Are they all ours?"
"Of course, Big Brother doesn't have a son. After Big Brother passes away, we will arrange for someone to come back and take over. Everything Big Brother has now, including the shop, will belong to us and to our Brother Rui."
"Yes, yes, they all belong to our brother Rui!"
Song Minglang looked at the smile on Cui's face and pursed his lips.
If the daughter-in-law knew that the eldest brother was not her biological brother, I wonder what kind of expression she would have?
He is looking forward to it.
Song Mingen can only serve the Song family as a slave for the rest of his life!
As the sun sets, villagers from Wushuang Village come out for a walk one after another.
Old Master Chen sat under the big willow tree, fanning himself with a complicated expression, looking at the Song family's gate in the distance.
Who were those two people last night?
It seems that something big is about to happen in the village chief's family.
well!
He really didn't mean to reveal the village chief's background.
I have to say it when the knife is on my neck.
If the village chief knew about this, what would he think of Old Man Chen?
Old Mr. Chen felt guilty thinking about the care the village chief had given his family.
Old Master Chen didn't know that several old men squatting in front, behind, and around him also glanced at the Song family's gate from time to time, feeling the same deep emotion in their hearts.
"The village chief is back!"
Someone shouted.
Old Man Chen and others looked over and stood up subconsciously.
The other villagers also automatically made way.
Song Mingen opened the curtains as usual and greeted the villagers with soft words.
Song Mingen looked at Mr. Chen and others and greeted them politely.
Mr. Chen and the others felt guilty, and the smiles on their faces were rather stiff.
"Ah... Ming En, please go back quickly. We will come to you directly if we have any questions..."
Zhang Feng glanced at Mr. Chen and others, and quickly lowered his head.
He was afraid that one of them might burst out laughing and scare them.
As the carriage drove away, Mr. Chen and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Mingen got off the carriage, turned around to look at Old Man Chen and the others, smiled at them, and then embraced his wife and daughter into the yard.
Mr. Chen was stunned for a long time after seeing this.
The village chief looked back just now.
Talk about true energy, noble quality and full of energy.
It is really possible that the village chief is not Chen Chunhua's biological son.
If this is the case, Chen Chunhua must have had selfish motives when she did not allow the village chief to continue his studies.
"Madam, the master and his men are back."
"Madam Wen, can you see the master's right hand clearly?"
"Madam, I can see clearly that the master's right hand is still hanging vertically and unable to move."
Chen Chunhua was a little disappointed. "Is Master Shanhui's medical skills also useless? Hurry up and inform everyone to go to the dining hall in half an incense stick.
She wanted to see what the big deal was.
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