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

Qiao Nansheng first took Song Lingge home, and then went back himself.

He handed the hair to Tang Shuxin, gave her a few instructions, and then came over to pick up Song Lingge.

When he left, the Qin family joked with him, "You leave early and come back late every day, you're really a grown man who can't stay at home."

Poor Qiao Nansheng had sweetness in his heart but couldn't express it.

Song Lingge was much more relaxed and briefly told Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi about what had happened that day.

With Qiao Nansheng by their side, the two elderly people felt much more at ease.

Knowing that Qiao Nansheng had also accompanied Song Lingge that morning, her affection for him grew even more.

A relationship supported by both sets of elders is truly a blessing.

Song Lingge had never experienced this before, but now she found it novel and a happiness she had never felt before.

"Where to now?" Qiao Nansheng asked Song Lingge.

“Delicious Songxiang,” Song Lingge replied.

Seeing Qiao Nansheng's hesitant expression, Song Lingge smiled and explained, "My aunt is now my partner, so I need to understand my partner. I need to know whether she knew about those things from before. Otherwise, I'll feel uneasy working with someone like that."

Qiao Nansheng completely agrees with this.

Song Lingge continued, "My dad was very nice to me today and even gave me a big red envelope. I'm wondering if something happened between him and Zhou Songmei, which is why he's suddenly being so generous."

"Wow, Song has become a little rich girl again."

Song Lingge took out the red envelope and counted it; it contained a full two thousand yuan.

In those days, this was no small sum.

Qiao Nansheng was also somewhat surprised: "Your dad is so generous?"

Song Lingge was also a little surprised. Given Song Jianping's stingy personality, how could he be willing to take out so much this time?

The last computer purchase doesn't count, since it was essentially coerced by Song Lingge.

This was the first time in Song Lingge's memory that a miser like her would voluntarily offer so much money.

"Judging from my expression, you should be able to guess that I was also surprised."

"Could there be some hidden story?"

Song Lingge put the money into her bag and said with a smile, "Who cares? He's the one who's paying. Might as well take it."

It has to be said that this is one of the good things about Song Lingge's personality—she's very carefree.

Song Lingge put the money away, turned around and saw Qiao Nansheng with a smile on his face. She looked wary and hugged her bag tightly.

"Don't ask me to treat you to a meal now; I'm still struggling to make ends meet."

Seeing her feigned defensiveness, Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay, okay, I won't covet your meager earnings. I'll treat you to whatever you want lately, alright?"

"That's pretty much it."

It's not that Song Lingge is stingy; she saves money for a very important reason.

Qiao Nansheng will be going abroad soon, and Song Lingge remembers that mobile phones will gradually become more common soon.

I'll send one to Qiao Nansheng then, so it'll be easier for the two of them to keep in touch.

It's not that she won't buy one now; firstly, mobile phones are expensive now, and secondly, mobile phones are updated and iterated too quickly.

Of course, the most important thing is that I'm short of money.

At this point, she couldn't help but sigh that the 21st century was truly wonderful.

These old computers and mobile phones are too expensive now.

I still need to work harder on my writing to earn back the money I spent on the computer.

Thinking about the burden on her shoulders, Song Lingge's anxiety increased even more.

However, she didn't have time to think about it, and soon it was time for "Delicious Songxiang".

When Song Lingge and the others arrived, Song Jianmei was hunched over the table, racking her brains to write something.

Song Lingge tiptoed over and suddenly asked, "Auntie, what are you writing?"

Song Jianmei was so frightened that she trembled.

Song Jianmei patted her chest to reassure everyone: "Lingge, Nansheng, what brings you here?"

Seeing Song Lingge, Song Jianmei was still very happy.

However, seeing Qiao Nansheng made her thoughts complicated.

She could only console herself that it was all because Qiao Nansheng had a car.

Next time I call Chen Bingfeng, I must tell him to learn to drive while he's in the army.

Song Lingge looked her up and down.

After Song Jianmei returned, she was indeed busy, cleaning the place inside and out.

"I was worried about leaving you here alone, so I came to check on you."

Song Jianmei walked to the door, looked around, and then came back and asked, "Nie Ergou isn't following us, is he?"

Song Lingge pulled her to sit down and said with a smile, "Don't you trust us to handle things?"

Indeed, even if Nie Ergou wanted to monitor them, it wouldn't be so convenient for them to drive over.

Song Jianmei was finally relieved.

Song Lingge picked up the notebook written by Song Jianmei: "Fish-flavored pork belly, Tangyou spare ribs, small braised pork, dried green beans..."

Song Lingge read aloud while laughing, and Song Jianmei tried to snatch the notebook away.

Unfortunately, Song Lingge was much taller and more agile than her, so she couldn't grab it.

Song Jianmei sighed and gave up trying to snatch it, letting Song Lingge laugh at her.

It's not shameful for your own niece to smile.

Song Lingge didn't go too far and knew when to stop.

"Auntie, are you writing a menu?"

"Well, the shop is so much bigger now, it might not be possible to just make something casual for customers like before. Let's make a menu so they can order."

From this perspective, Song Jianmei is indeed putting a lot of thought into "Delicious Songxiang".

Song Lingge sat down next to her: "Leave this to me. Tell me which dishes you can cook, and I'll write them down. I'll make the menu for you sometime."

In no time, dozens of dishes were listed.

Qiao Nansheng handed over the notebook he had written: "Leave the menu to me. You chat with Aunt Song for a while, I'll be right back."

At the school, no one is more familiar with the printing area than the students of Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages.

Qiao Nansheng made an excuse to come out, just to give Song Lingge a chance to get information out of her.

With him around, Song Jianmei would definitely have some concerns.

Watching Qiao Nansheng's determined figure, Song Jianmei's brows furrowed even more.

"Aunt, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing. By the way, didn't you say you'd try not to come over these next few days? Why did you suddenly come today?"

"I already went to my dad's this morning, so I thought I'd stop by and see you."

"You've already been there? Didn't you say yesterday that you'd let me know beforehand so I could call your dad?"

Song Lingge's original plan was to have Song Jianmei call Song Jianping and chat about anything and everything, as long as it took a long time.

So if she suddenly attacks, and Song Jianping asks, he should say that the phone can't get through.

This caught Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei completely off guard.

Of course, this point was immediately rejected because of Song Lingge's change of mind.

There wasn't time to inform Song Jianmei.

"He is my father after all, and it's only right and proper for me to visit him during the Chinese New Year. So I went."

Song Jianmei nodded. After all, they were biological father and daughter, there was no doubt about that.

"Speaking of which, I talked to my dad a lot about the past this time. We even talked about his childhood with you, and about his time as a sent-down youth."