Chapter 702

Early in the morning, Sun Yanyan was busy getting Song Xuehai to pack his things, preparing to return to her maiden home for the holiday.

The living room was piled full; fruit, pastries, clothes, shoes, socks, cigarette and alcohol gift boxes, etc., were prepared exceptionally thoroughly, and even Song Ziyi was wearing a brand-new dress.

The family of three was busy as a beehive, which made Mao Li's expression look exceptionally ugly.

Not to mention anything else.

Sun Yanyan had been married into the family for several years and had only ever known how to squeeze money from the two old people. But when it came to preparing for the holiday for her own maiden home, she didn't skimp at all!

This made her feel exceptionally stifled.

Ziyi, however, was young, and seeing her grandmother's expression, she suddenly asked: "Mom, we are going back to Grandma's, where is Grandma going?"

Sun Yanyan glanced at Mao Li: "Your grandma isn't going anywhere; she's waiting for your aunt today."

Aunt Song Tingting was Song Xuehai's younger sister, who had married far away and rarely came back twice a year.

This time, she called in advance to say she was coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Mao Li had long been stocking up on meat, braising dishes, and buying imported fruits at home; the refrigerator was stuffed full!

"Hongmei, people are moving things into their homes for the holiday, why are you taking an empty container?"

"Our Cheng Zhao is older, I still want to prepare a piano room for him."

Speaking of this, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both had many complaints.

Song Dafang sighed: "Those are just jars from buying sauce for the egg pancakes I make. Didn't Tantan say that the watermelon sauce at home is ready and we should take a few bottles?"

Cheng Zhao heard this and instantly became filled with shared hatred: "Exactly! Mao Li, Grandma told you, from now on we have no relationship with their family! Planting a few vegetables in the field and not even knowing their own weight..."

However, with his mindset, since the daughter married out is coming back, he still had to maintain a good relationship with the sister-in-law.

Watching Sun Yanyan, she also muttered to herself.

Once that was said, the neighbors quickly had a topic: "Oh my, your sister-in-law, she's the mother of those two children who come often, right!"

"He doesn't even think about it; he's so old, what's the use of building a house? Who would want the house in the old hometown?"

The atmosphere in the house suddenly became strange.

Song Hongmei, however, was thick-skinned: "Mom, it's not that I'm not sincere in entertaining; it's just that the family conditions are what they are. Otherwise, you and Dad can buy another set."

The other preparations were not lies either.

She carried the empty vegetable basket downstairs, and inside there were still several balls of red, white, and black plastic bags, which made the neighbors in the district click their tongues in wonder:

Back then, he bought this house with full payment, and now his own daughter has nowhere to stay when she comes back...

This is the art of the aunt's conduct; she may be stingy and take advantage, but she won't skimp on a single word of praise that should be said.

"I was just saying, the children are handsome, and the parents can't be far off! Just looking at how they come over empty-handed every time, you know, this relative of Xiaomei's is okay!"

"It's in the trunk." Her son Zhu spiritual energy asked curiously: "Mom, what are you doing with those big jars?"

Sun Yanyan's expression was gloomy—that was exactly what was on his mind! But the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he felt, because the money the old man wanted everyone to contribute for building the house wasn't much...

"Where would we get the money to buy a house! The money we two old people earned has to subsidize your family, where would we get the money to buy another one?"

"Mom, Tingting is coming back with Wu Yuan and the child, where will they stay at night? Our Ziyi is already big, and she doesn't like sleeping with us now."

But at this moment, he only frowned tightly: "Alright, stop talking."

When buying things for the holiday, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law might not have been without the intention of competing.

For example, at this moment, Aunt Song Dafang had closed her stall early and went home to take out several plastic bags and a broken plastic vegetable basket she had pestered someone for when buying vegetables.

"Your own daughter is coming back and has to stay in a hotel! What's the point of the child coming back from so far away?"

She said at this moment: "It's fine, there are rooms in the hotel near our house, I'll just go open one."

Song Dafang, however, smiled triumphantly: "Oh, it's my sister-in-law; she usually sends things over when she has something. For the Mid-Autumn Festival, I originally said I wouldn't bother them, they've been busy with farm work during this time..."

Cheng Zhao, however, was filled with anger!

"The old man is the same; can't Song Tan just coax people? Saying she'll build a house with empty words, just to make us pay?!"

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

However, this house was ultimately lived in by their family of three, and seeing that things were packed, Sun Yanyan pretended to say:

"I know what you're thinking; that bottle was also bought with money, what a pity to give it to your own family! Our house has these free big jars, why not use them?"

She urged Cheng Zhao again: "Ask Tingting where she is? What time will she arrive? Wu Yuan is nearby, some things are hard to say. You just tell her, no need to go to the countryside to see her grandfather this time."

"I insisted on doing it! I had to let her go, and also told her to take more bags; the vegetables in the field are piled up and can't be eaten... Oh, it's comfortable in the countryside, eating whatever you plant yourself, it's much less worrying than us going to the vegetable market every day to spend money..."

Song Hongmei's ability to squeeze money was above hers; she had been married in for several years and could squeeze out a lot every month, so her savings were naturally less than before.

This was it; on this big holiday, the whole courtyard was filled with joy, without a bit of trouble.

Song Hongmei frowned: "I told you not to call him brother." They were of different generations.

Mao Li Cheng Zhao... who knows who she is using the child as an excuse for?! Zhang Luo instantly became angry!

The implication was that if the room the two old people lived in could be vacated, that would be even better.

The hotel wasn't very famous, so the rooms were naturally not expensive; opening one for a night for over 100 yuan made Song Hongmei satisfied.

Hearing this, Sun Yanyan also felt exceptionally uncomfortable in his heart.

On the side, he urged: "Hurry up, Xuehai, you should leave, otherwise you'll be stuck in traffic on the way back to the countryside today."

After the son parked the car at the door, Song Dafang got in and started rummaging again: "Where are the bottles I told you to move up yesterday?"

The original capital was 300,000 to 500,000, but what can 300,000 to 500,000 do nowadays? It really has to be kept to prevent them from needing old-age care and medical treatment.

In that mountain ravine, even in a hundred years, demolition wouldn't reach that area.

Mao Li was young and couldn't read expressions; seeing that her grandmother and mother were speaking strangely again, she thought for a moment and whispered: "Mom, why isn't Brother Qiaoqiao coming? I want to eat the vegetables and watermelon Brother Qiaoqiao sent."

As long as Zhang Luo wasn't facing Song Hongmei, he was quite capable when speaking, at least they were all Sun Yanyan's intimate words:

"How can a father be so inconsiderate of his own child."

"The old man sent you into the city back then, making it seem like you could only reach where you are now by relying on the family, and you keep asking for money to build a house... Did he think you were eating well and drinking well here every day?"

Hongmei was stingy, but she wouldn't be like this, right?