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

Song Jianmei is a housewife who usually farms a little at home.

Chen Bingfeng and his father are both picky eaters, so Song Jianmei's cooking skills are quite good.

Soon, a large table of dishes was prepared.

Twice-cooked pork with green peppers, shredded pork with garlic sauce, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried shredded potatoes, cold chicken tail salad, Mapo tofu, and tomato and egg soup.

Apart from the braised pig ears which were bought and the sweet and sour fish which was made by Song Lingge, the other six dishes and one soup were all made by Song Jianmei by herself.

The key point is that although Song Lingge was there, it was good enough that she didn't make things worse.

And it only took less than half an hour; they were incredibly efficient.

This made Song Lingge look at her with new eyes; it seems no one should be underestimated, as she has her own shining qualities.

"Auntie, you're amazing! It looks so delicious and makes my mouth water!"

"A hole? What big hole?"

Song Lingge chuckled: "Auntie, I just wanted to say that your cooking is delicious."

Even Song Jianmei became shy under Song Lingge's praise.

Having lived most of her life, this was the first time she had heard so many kind words, and her heart began to flutter with pride.

"Come on, let's go inside, it's hot outside."

This city is nice, but these apartment buildings aren't as spacious as their hometown.

Cooking in the hallway with so many neighbors involved, the smoke and fumes were unbearable, it was unbearably hot.

Song Jianmei became increasingly determined to persuade Song Jianping to buy a house.

However, the three of them sat at the dining table, waiting and waiting, but Song Jianping did not return.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu pretended not to care, occasionally trying to make conversation.

In the end, Song Jianmei got angry.

Whom are you angry at?

Of course, it's that unreliable older brother.

Zhao Jueyu was gentle and had no complaints. For the first time, Song Jianmei actually found her agreeable.

I really don't know how Zhao Jueyu could have fallen for his brother. If he had found someone in the city who was a good match for him, he would have been a rich woman, if not an official's wife.

But she insisted on marrying Song Jianping, no matter what, I really don't know what she was after.

Do you want him to not shower for six months and smell like grease?

At first, Song Jianmei didn't actually dislike Zhao Jueyu. Who wouldn't like a rich woman from the city? At most, she was just jealous.

However, later, Chen Bingfeng's father had an affair, and Song Jianmei hated heaven, earth, and Guan Yu, and even started to hate Zhao Jueyu.

Why do people hate Guan Yu?

Because Song Jianmei's parents died early when she got married, and Song Jianping was studying in the city, she was tricked into the marriage. She thought she was worshipping the Earth God, but it turned out she was worshipping Guan Yu instead, and suffered from her lack of education.

Later, when Chen Bingfeng's father had an affair, he finally revealed the truth. Song Jianmei resented Guan Gong for being blind and not telling her that she had married a heartless bastard.

Guan Yu was suffering in his heart, but he couldn't express his bitterness.

As for Zhao Jueyu, his situation was even more dire.

Song Jianmei thought she was a clueless person, and if she had her background, she might have had a much better life.

Therefore, after her divorce, Song Jianmei would frequently visit Song Jianping's house and try to sabotage Zhao Jueyu from time to time.

Poor Zhao Jueyu, to this day, still doesn't know why her sister-in-law keeps picking on her.

"Sister-in-law, Lingge, is my brother always like this? Are you just going to wait here like this?"

Song Lingge was about to speak, but Zhao Jueyu spoke first.

My daughter has already worked so hard, there's no reason why I shouldn't try my best too.

Zhao Jueyu pretended to be easygoing, with a smile on her face, but her voice was aggrieved: "Jianping doesn't have any other hobbies, he just likes fishing. I have to support him, right? It's okay, we can just reheat the food if it gets cold."

Song Jianmei was disappointed in him and kept shaking her head.

"If you ask me, my brother is like this because you spoil him, sister-in-law. Sister-in-law, I'm not trying to criticize you, but men are just like that. You can't be too nice to them, or they'll take advantage of you."

Zhao Jueyu thought to herself, "Don't you spoil men? Even if you do, it still ends in divorce. And now you have the nerve to talk to me like this."

However, on the surface, they still have to keep up the act.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, but what can I do? You know your brother's temper."

In fact, Song Jianmei also played a significant role in the fading of the relationship between Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping.

Over the years, she has gossiped about it quite a bit.

How dare you talk about Taoism now?

Song Jianmei awkwardly picked up her enamel mug and took a big gulp of water.

Because she was coming to the city, she didn't eat breakfast. In the past, she would either eat at the Song family's house or go out to eat by herself with money given to her by Song Jianping.

I'm not hungry at all, my stomach is practically sticking to my back. All I can do is gulp down more water. It's really hard to eat all that delicious food on the table.

"It's alright, sister-in-law. I'll talk to him for you. My brother still listens to me."

"Then I'm counting on you, Jianmei!"

"Don't worry, sister-in-law."

After waiting for so long, not to mention Song Jianmei, even Song Lingge would have been hungry by now.

"Mom, Auntie, why don't we eat first? It looks like Dad isn't planning to come back for lunch. How long are we going to have to wait like this?"

Song Jianmei and Zhao Jueyu, being elders, were too embarrassed to speak up, fearing that the other party would think they were greedy.

Now that Song Lingge brought it up, the two of them dropped all pretense of being elders and immediately decided not to wait any longer and to start eating.

Song Jianmei looked at the dishes and decided to cook the twice-cooked pork with green peppers again.

When Song Jianping returned carrying an empty bucket and a fishing rod, he happened to see this scene.

His younger sister was cooking at the end of the corridor, large beads of sweat rolling down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe them away.

His temper flared up instantly.

I got home in just a few quick steps.

He ignored Song Jianmei's greeting.

Pushing open the door, I saw Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu sitting in front of the sofa watching TV, with a large table of uneaten dishes on the dining table.

It must have all been done by Song Jianmei.

Suddenly feeling sorry for his sister, Song Jianping pointed at Zhao Jueyu and started scolding her.

"You just sit here watching TV while Jianmei is busy preparing a whole table of dishes? Zhao Jueyu, I never knew you were this kind of person?"

Before Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge could speak, Song Jianmei brought in the stir-fried twice-cooked pork and closed the door behind her.

He pushed Song Jianping, who was blocking his way.

"What are you yelling about? You're making the neighbors gossip. What's wrong with my sister-in-law? What kind of person is she? Don't you think about how she's a rich city girl who doesn't want anything from you, married you and gave birth to such a sensible daughter, and this is how you treat her? I think you've gotten too big for your britches."

"Besides, I'm happy to cook for them. I waited for you for too long, so I thought I'd reheat some food. The rest was cooked by my sister-in-law and Lingge. What are you yelling about? Only the most incompetent men yell at home."

Song Jianmei was very quick-witted, speaking like a machine gun, leaving Song Jianping speechless and his face turning red.