Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

On the daytime of the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, an uninvited guest arrived at the Zhao family's residence.

Chen Bingfeng is serving in the military and will not be going home for the Chinese New Year this year.

Song Lingge had sounded out Song Jianmei's intentions, and she refused to go to Song Jianping no matter what.

A deeply ingrained Chinese tradition is to share a reunion dinner on New Year's Eve.

So this year, after much persuasion, Song Lingge finally convinced Song Jianmei to come to her home to celebrate the holiday together.

The two elderly people in the Zhao family were quite happy to accept it, as festivals are more lively with more people around.

Song Jianmei was extremely reluctant to come because of Song Jianping.

But in the end, he was persuaded by Song Lingge's silver tongue.

The Song family owed the Zhao family too much, and Song Jianping, not being a decent person, tried to repay that debt by treating her like a younger sister.

Song Jianmei may not have many other skills, but her cooking skills are definitely outstanding.

So for the New Year's Eve banquet, she decided to take full charge of cooking and show off her skills to the Zhao family elders.

Lin Xiuzhi originally thought that Song Jianmei was a guest, so how could she let the guest cook on her first visit to her home?

But Song Lingge said, "Grandma and Grandpa, 'Delicious Songxiang' will open after the New Year. Today, you will be the taste testers and give a good evaluation of our restaurant's dishes."

Song Jianmei chimed in, "Yes, yes, you two are the judges, give us your feedback."

Song Lingge was worried that Song Jianmei would feel uncomfortable, so she stayed with her while she worked in the kitchen.

Although she was supposed to be helping, Song Jianmei didn't let her do anything. She just stood aside chatting and occasionally tasting the food.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Hey!"

"Hey?"

"Which one?"

......

"Grandma, is no one talking?" Song Lingge called from the kitchen.

Lin Xiuzhi walked into the kitchen: "No one spoke. They asked a few questions and then hung up."

Today was strange; people kept calling home, but when I answered, no one spoke.

Song Lingge remembered that there were no nuisance calls in the 1990s. Could it be that they came earlier?

"Grandma, if there's another call later, I'll answer it."

"it is good."

"Did anyone call home like this before?"

"No, not at all, just today. I don't know what happened."

Song Lingge put her arm around Lin Xiuzhi's shoulder and said with a smile, "It's probably a call to wish you a Happy New Year. Don't worry about it. If it calls again later, I'll answer it and make sure I know the details."

"Alright, alright, go answer it. Does the person on the other end think they'll speak just because they hear it's you?"

Song Lingge blinked her big, playful eyes and said mischievously, "That's hard to say. What if it's looking for me?"

Lin Xiuzhi smiled and ignored her, keeping her eyes fixed on Song Jianmei who was working.

"Jianmei, there are only a few of us, don't do too much, you'll get tired."

Song Jianmei stopped what she was doing, turned around and said awkwardly, "I'm not tired, mother-in-law. This is my first time here, and I don't know what to cook, so I just wanted to cook more dishes for you and your father-in-law to try."

"I was worried that you would overwork yourself. You finally made the trip, and you're already working right away. I feel really bad about it."

Song Jianmei quickly waved her hand: "Mother-in-law, please don't think like that! It's what I should do, please don't have such thoughts!"

"Look at what you're saying, how is it something you should do? You should never have that kind of thinking."

The two of them were being polite to each other, but it looked like they were about to get angry.

Song Lingge grabbed Lin Xiuzhi's shoulders with both hands and pushed her out of the kitchen.

"Grandma, you have no idea how delicious Auntie's cooking is. Don't bother her here. I'm counting on having a feast today! Go play chess with Grandpa!"

Song Lingge kept "driving" Lin Xiuzhi to the tea room.

"Grandpa, you have to keep an eye on Grandma and make sure she doesn't come into the kitchen, or our New Year's Eve dinner will be ruined."

"Haha, good, then we can't let her ruin it."

After finishing her sentence, Song Lingge returned to the kitchen.

Over here in the tea room.

Seeing Zhao Zhangguo still studying his lousy chess game, Lin Xiuzhi was furious.

"All you do all day is play your lousy chess and read your lousy books. You're ruining your eyes."

Without looking up, Zhao Zhangguo said, "Even if I don't look at anything, my eyesight will go bad at this age."

"You old man, you should listen to me. When did you develop this habit of talking back?"

Zhao Zhangguo looked up at his wife with a smile: "This isn't talking back, it's called being affectionate. Tell me, over the years, which of your words haven't I responded to?"

Lin Xiuzhi was amused and glared at Zhao Zhangguo with a hint of reproach.

"At your age, you still talk incoherently. Aren't you afraid your precious grandson will laugh at you?"

Zhao Zhangguo turned his head and glanced towards the kitchen: "They're busy right now!"

Lin Xiuzhi sat down opposite Zhao Zhangguo and said in a low voice, "I still can't get over making Jianmei cook on her first visit."

Zhao Zhangguo stared intently at the chessboard again: "You're just a troublemaker. I bet you still don't understand why your precious grandson sent you here."

Was he driven here by Song Lingge?

What do you mean?

Lin Xiuzhi looked at Zhao Zhangguo with a puzzled expression.

"You really don't understand?"

Lin Xiuzhi couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "You old man, just say what you want to say, why are you beating around the bush?"

Zhao Zhangguo took off his glasses and stopped looking at the chessboard.

He rubbed his eyes before speaking, "The more polite you are, the more uncomfortable Jianmei will feel. Lingge noticed this, which is why she let you come out. You should just be a contented elder who cooks for everyone, and everyone will be happy."

Lin Xiuzhi sighed: "I still think of her as a guest, after all."

"Stop right there! Jianmei isn't an outsider; she's Lingge's aunt. Let's not talk about the past; let's just talk about what Jianmei is doing now, and how she's treating Lingge well."

"You see things more deeply."

Zhao Zhangguo's eyes were looking out the window, his gaze distant and unfocused.

He said calmly, "How much longer can we two old bones live? She has good relatives by her side, so we should help her maintain those relationships."

It turns out that Zhao Zhangguo not only saw things deeply, but also far ahead.

After Zhao Jueyu passed away, the only thing these two elderly people cared about in this world was Song Lingge.

The love of the parents is far-reaching.

They made up for the fatherly and motherly love that Song Lingge lost.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang again.

Song Lingge ran over from the kitchen and waited a few seconds before answering the phone.

"Hey?"

I don't know what was said on the phone, but the person who was just laughing and joking suddenly turned cold.

"I do not know."

"Okay, okay. I'll be right out."

Zhao Zhangguo, Lin Xiuzhi, and Song Jianmei all gathered around.

The person on the phone kept talking, and Song Lingge only gave brief replies.

The phone call had barely ended when Lin Xiuzhi eagerly asked, "Who was it?"

Song Lingge calmed herself down and tried to put on a relaxed expression.

But that smile was uglier than a cry.

"Tell the truth." Zhao Zhangguo saw through her intentions and left no room for negotiation.