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

"Sister-in-law, Lingge, come and eat."

Song Jianmei greeted Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu with a smile, as if this were her home.

She glanced sideways at Song Jianping, not forgetting the important matter of the day.

"Brother, what are you waiting for? Put down your precious things and come eat! We haven't eaten yet, we've been waiting for you!"

Being scolded by his own sister for a long time was not shameful. Song Jianping obediently went to put his food away and then came to eat.

Zhao Jueyu spat out a curse without batting an eye. If she had said those words today, Song Jianping would have jumped up in anger.

Song Lingge picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with her chopsticks and handed it to Song Jianmei: "Auntie, try it, how does it taste?"

In her previous life, Song Lingge was someone who never lifted a finger, but after marrying Fang Guanghua, she did everything herself and learned to cook.

After Fang Xingxing was born, she had a poor appetite, so Song Lingge devoted herself even more to studying cooking, and her skills became quite good.

Song Jianmei took a big bite of the noodles.

"This is so delicious! Lingge, did you learn this from your sister-in-law? Her cooking skills are amazing!"

Song Jianmei praised two people with just one sentence.

Song Lingge did indeed learn her cooking skills from Zhao Jueyu, but it was from her previous life.

"Auntie, if it's delicious, eat more! Isn't this pig's ear your favorite? Hurry up and eat some!"

Song Jianmei agreed with a smile while serving food to Song Lingge.

"You silly child, don't always call me Auntie. I don't stand on ceremony. Come on, try this Kung Pao Chicken. Eating chicken won't make you gain weight, so eat more."

"Mmm, Auntie's stir-fry is really delicious, and this cold chicken tail salad is also delicious. Oh, everything Auntie makes is delicious."

Song Jianmei was overjoyed by the praise, but she didn't show favoritism and even served some food to Zhao Jueyu.

So weird!

As Song Jianping ate his rice, the scene before him was truly bizarre.

Song Jianmei also put a large chopstick of twice-cooked pork on his plate.

"Hey bro, what are you looking at? Aren't you hungry while fishing?"

Song Jianping then realized that the rice was too dry, so he quickly drank a sip of tomato and egg soup before swallowing it.

Everyone was really hungry, and after a few compliments at the dinner table, they all started eating enthusiastically.

Before long, everyone had almost finished eating.

Song Jianmei glanced at Song Jianping, who was still drinking soup, and pondered how to start the conversation.

Unexpectedly, Song Jianping started the conversation first: "Fengwa went to join the army, right?"

Song Jianmei quickly replied, "I've gone, I've gone. As soon as you mentioned it, I went home and chased him away."

"Encourage him to write back more often. It's not easy for you to raise him alone. You need to teach him to be considerate of you."

"Don't worry, the government will educate him properly."

In the past, Song Jianmei would definitely have argued back for her son, but today she completely went along with what Song Jianping said.

Seeing that Song Jianping had fallen silent again, Song Jianmei began to get anxious.

But she didn't realize that by continuing to go along with what she said, Song Jianping was left speechless.

At this age, siblings usually only talk about what's on their mind and don't have much free time to chat.

After thinking for a moment, Song Jianmei decided she still had to speak up.

"Brother, the city has changed a lot in the past two years. Every time I go to the city, I see a lot of buildings under construction."

"Hmm." Song Jianping wasn't very interested.

At that time, most cities used a welfare housing allocation system, and people with jobs were mostly allocated housing by their work units. There was no concept of commercial housing.

But Song Lingge knew that in a few years, the real estate industry would experience a qualitative leap.

It all depends on how Song Jianmei convinces Song Jianping.

"Aunt, why don't you and Dad sit on the sofa? I'll tidy up here."

Song Lingge winked at Song Jianmei, surprised that the two of them could have such a tacit understanding.

It seems that anyone can become an ally when faced with common interests.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu tidied up together.

While washing the dishes, Zhao Jueyu looked around to make sure no one was watching before leaning close to Song Lingge and whispering, "Will your dad agree?"

Actually, Song Lingge didn't know either, but regardless of whether Song Jianping bought it or not, she would work hard to earn money to buy a house in the next few years.

To find out how things were going, Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge quickly finished tidying up.

"Buy a house? Song Jianmei, are you crazy? You're dreaming."

Even when he saw Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge enter the room, Song Jianping couldn't control his temper.

Song Jianmei had been praised all day, but then she was suddenly scolded, and her mood immediately soured.

He also shouted loudly, "You're such a short-sighted man! Do you really expect to live in this bird's nest for the rest of your life? Look how small this house is, you can barely move your feet!"

The house assigned by the school was indeed very small. Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu's room was divided into two rooms, separated by wardrobes and other partitions.

The kitchen is in the hallway, and the toilet is in the teaching building.

Taking a bath is also inconvenient; most of the time, one can only boil water at home and wash in a basin.

To be honest, even though Song Lingge had experienced such days before, it still took her some time to get used to going back to the 1990s.

However, Song Jianmei had no right to say such things. Back then, she envied Song Jianping for being able to have a home in the city.

Now, it is she who is criticizing this house to the point of being worthless.

"Having a place to live is enough, isn't it? I never noticed you've become so vain. What's the use of having so many houses?"

"What's the use? Does anyone even speak like a human being? This house of yours is worse than the big brick houses our parents left us back home. We live in such a cramped place and we can't even complain."

Song Jianping was furious. Song Lingge couldn't let things continue like this; if they kept arguing, the house purchase was definitely going to fall through.

“What my aunt said actually makes sense. My grandfather also mentioned this when we went to his house last time.”

Although Song Jianping doesn't listen to other people's opinions, he can't ignore what his father-in-law, Zhao Zhangguo, says.

"What did your grandfather say?"

Song Lingge said casually, "I didn't notice either. It was just that time when we had guests at home, and Grandpa was chatting with them. I overheard it."

"What kind of guest was it? What did they talk about? You're such a big kid, why are you still so incompetent?"

Song Jianping was both anxious and angry.

Song Lingge said aggrievedly, "Didn't you say that we can't eavesdrop on adults' conversations? I just overheard a few words by accident."

When Song Jianmei saw that Song Lingge was about to burst into tears, she yelled at Song Jianping, "Why are you yelling at the child? What can she understand? It's good enough that she can hear these things. Even your father-in-law thinks buying a house is a good idea. You're such an old-fashioned person."

Song Jianping ignored Song Jianmei's yelling and cursing.

Moreover, Song Jianmei was right. Regardless of what they said, Song Lingge had already heard the key point: this house was worth buying.

However, it is always better to be safe than sorry. Song Jianping, unusually amiable, looked at Zhao Jueyu, who had remained silent.

"What do you think of this? How about you go to your father-in-law's house tomorrow?"