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

They truly are worthy of being from the Song family.

They were all extremely greedy.

Song Jianmei kicked Song Lingge out of the kitchen and quickly cooked a large table of dishes all by herself.

She felt that after Zhao Jueyu's death, she now often treated Song Lingge as her daughter.

She divides the monthly profits of "Delicious Song Fragrance" in half. Half of it goes to Song Lingge, and the other half, after deducting the store's daily expenses, is saved.

Keep it for Chen Bingfeng to use when he gets married and has children.

She also tried her best not to let things at the store bother Song Lingge.

Song Lingge was treating, and she certainly wouldn't accept payment, but in order not to disrupt the peak business later, she had no choice but to move their meal time forward.

Of course, there is another privilege: the restaurant will prepare and let them taste the new dishes that are about to be launched.

During the meal, Jingchu and the others recounted the events of the day in vivid detail.

"So Zhou Songmei and the others just slunk away like that?" Zhang Xiuxiu asked in surprise.

Jing Chu nodded and downed a glass of beer in one gulp.

“You didn’t see it, but if Lingge hadn’t taken us with her today, Zhou Songmei’s father would have rushed over and beaten her up.”

Song Jianmei nervously looked Song Lingge up and down.

Song Lingge glared at Jing Chu, then turned to Song Jianmei and said with a smile, "Aunt, I'm fine. It's all thanks to those guys who held Nie Ergou back. It's not as bad as Jing Chu made it out to be."

Song Jianmei sighed, "I know Nie Ergou better than any of you. Jing Chu's words are definitely not unfounded. You must be careful lately. He knows where you live. What if he goes there..."

Song Lingge interrupted Song Jianmei, "Aunt, don't overthink it. I'll be very careful, don't worry!"

Because his loose tongue had caused Song Jianmei some worry, Jing Chu patted his chest and said, "Aunt Song, don't worry, I'll be in charge of picking up and dropping off Ling Ge during this period. I guarantee nothing will happen."

Song Jianmei disregarded the differences between men and women and stopped thinking about those irrelevant things.

She immediately poured Jing Chu another glass of wine and said, "Jing Chu, then I'll leave it to you, Aunt Song. Please take good care of Ling Ge during this time. From now on, whenever you come to the restaurant for a meal, it's on me."

"Haha, that's great! I'll definitely live up to your expectations," Jing Chu said with a smile.

He was overjoyed to have gotten such a great deal. He had already promised Qiao Nansheng to keep an eye on Song Lingge.

Now Song Jianmei is asking me to do the same thing again, and I'm getting an extra reward—I'm thrilled!

Yu Shaofen pointed at his head and flicked it on the forehead, then said to Song Jianmei, "Aunt Song, he's just joking with you. Lingge is a good friend of ours, so it's only right that we take care of her."

Jing Chu covered his head, feeling helpless under Yu Shaofen's oppressive presence, and said, "Aunt Song, I was just joking with you."

Everyone at the table laughed.

That being said, and that being laughed at...

In the past, after meals, Song Jianmei would usually not keep Song Lingge at the restaurant, but would let her go straight back to her dormitory.

But today, Song Jianmei told her not to go back.

Song Lingge knew that even with Jing Chu's assurance, Song Jianmei was still not at ease.

So that night, Song Lingge stayed at the shop busy with the work. She called Zhao Zhangguo and the others and said she wouldn't be going home; she would stay at Song Jianmei's place instead.

"Delicious Songxiang" was doing very well. By the time the last table of customers left, it was almost 11 o'clock.

Song Jianmei told everyone to go back and rest, and that the rest could be dealt with tomorrow morning.

She and Song Lingge closed the door and went upstairs to the second floor.

In the past, after she had her employees leave, she would simply take care of any unfinished tasks herself.

However, she still had questions for Song Lingge today, so she closed the door and went straight back to the second floor.

Late at night, Song Lingge and Song Jianmei were lying in the same bed. Song Jianmei asked Song Lingge to tell her in detail what had happened recently.

Even someone as carefree as her could tell from Jing Chu's words that Zhou Songmei was deliberately making trouble for Song Lingge.

Not wanting to distract Song Jianmei, Song Lingge briefly recounted Zhou Songmei's grievances, mainly focusing on gossip from the previous generation.

Sure enough, Song Jianmei quickly fell into the linguistic trap she had set, asking gossipily, "So, is she really your father's daughter?"

Song Lingge replied with a smile: "Don't you know what kind of person my dad is? If Zhou Songmei really is his daughter, you can tell how much he likes her by how he let her move in. The way he's treating her now must mean he's found solid evidence."

"Then, is Zhou Songmei really Nie Ergou's daughter?"

Song Lingge was silent for a moment: "I don't know about that. My dad won't tell me whether they did a paternity test or not!"

Remembering something, Song Lingge turned to face Song Jianmei and asked, "Aunt, did Nie Ergou tell you about his previous child?"

Song Jianmei thought about it carefully for a while, then shook her head.

In my memory, Nie Ergou was always a loner.

“He’s always been idle. After he became an adult, he’s been running around outside. I don’t know much about him. I’ve never heard whether he’s married or has children. But he’s not in the village, so you don’t know whether he has any or not.”

“Zhou Songmei has been fired now, so you don’t need to be so wary. You should go out more often and get some sunshine. Don’t hide in the kitchen all day. Look at you, your complexion isn’t as good as it used to be.”

Although Song Lingge meant well, Song Jianmei didn't appreciate it and said reproachfully, "I'd believe you if you said I looked old, but I don't believe you if you said I looked unwell. It's because I'm in the kitchen, all greasy and shiny, how could I possibly look unwell?"

"Too much cooking fumes are bad for your health. You've already let Lao Zhang take over the cooking, so hand over what you can. I brought you here to enjoy life; you can't force yourself to endure hardship. What am I going to do when my cousin comes back and asks me for Mom?"

Mentioning Chen Bingfeng, Song Jianmei smiled and turned to Song Lingge, saying, "Feng called me a while ago and said he was doing well and his superiors wanted him to take the exam for a non-commissioned officer! But he's never been good at studying. Although I was happy to hear the news, I was also quite worried."

“This is great news! Tell your cousin he absolutely can’t miss this opportunity. I’ll find some materials and send them to him tomorrow, so he can call me if he has any questions.”

Song Jianmei was even happier to have gained Song Lingge's approval.

"Should I give him your grandpa's phone number?"

Song Lingge thought for a moment. She would only go back once a week, and she would have to call Qiao Nansheng then. Sometimes she would be so busy that she wouldn't even be home.

However, there are no landline phones in the dormitory; we still have to use public phones that require a card.

When does your cousin usually call you?