After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, and Song Huiling didn't want to get into such a fight with Grandma Wu.

But this old woman loves to gossip and stab people in the back. It's better not to have such a neighbor.

Not long after Grandma Wu left after pressing her handprint, Sun Zhang slowly woke up. Seeing the large cut on her thumb, she almost fainted again. When she saw Song Huiling, she suddenly jumped up, grabbed Song Huiling's clothes and started yelling, "You stupid girl, you dare to hit me? I'm going to fight you!"

Song Huiling was not panicked. She raised her hand and pointed at Ah Mo beside her. She winked at Sun Zhang and said, "Aunt Zhang, you must be mistaken. It was this child who did it. It has nothing to do with me."

A'Mo: "..."

"When this child gets aggressive, I can't control him. If you don't let go, you'll probably be kicked out of the He family." Song Huiling continued to threaten Sun Zhang without changing his expression.

A'mo also cooperated very well and took out his scimitar. He put his right index finger and middle finger together and gently scratched the sharp blade.

Sun Zhang swallowed her saliva, let go of Song Huiling, avoided Ah Mo, and walked towards the courtyard gate: "Just wait until my son comes back, you will have something to worry about!"

"Wait!" Song Huiling called out, and A'mo stepped forward and captured Sun Zhang again.

Sun Zhang was so frightened that her whole body shuddered, her face was bitter, and she kept coming! Is this the end?

Song Huiling folded one of the receipts in half, walked up to Sun Zhang, and put it in her hand: "Aunt Zhang, you forgot to take the receipt with you. I will give you the remaining seven taels of silver in a few days."

Sun Zhang looked at Song Huiling as if she had seen a ghost. He even dared to force someone to write a receipt, so she would never return the seven taels of silver!

Not daring to stay in the He family any longer, Sun Zhang tightly grasped the receipt and fled away like the wind.

After Sun Zhang left, Yang still hadn't recovered and was still sad.

Song Huiling walked over, squatted in front of Yang, and said kindly, "Mom, don't be sad. Green tea is produced in abundance in Qianzhong. The peddler makes a living by selling tea, so he will definitely come to Qingyuan County again in the future. We set up stalls at Tulingguan every day, so I'm sure we'll meet him one day. Dad, may the spirit of heaven bless you, and the silver comb will definitely return to your hands again."

That being said, Song Huiling was unsure. What if the traveling merchant left and never came back?

Besides, there are so many people entering and leaving Turing Pass every day, how could they just happen to meet them?

Sun Zhang couldn't draw, so he couldn't draw the man's face. He could only describe his general features. But there were so many people with moles between their eyebrows. How could he find that person? It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Song Huiling said this only to give Yang some hope. She couldn't stay so depressed forever.

Yang raised her head and looked at Song Huiling, the light in her eyes gradually brightened: "Huiling, are you telling the truth?"

Song Huiling nodded: "Of course it's true."

Yang suddenly became frustrated again: "But Aunt Sun also said that the silver comb might have been melted down a long time ago."

Song Huiling shook her head gently: "Mom, no, your silver comb is exquisitely crafted. Even if it is melted down and remade, it may not be as beautiful as the original one. Anyone with good eyesight will not do such a stupid thing."

Unless the person who bought the silver comb was so poor that he wanted to use it as a loan, that would be another matter. But people who can make a living by selling tea would not be short of money.

Yang cheered up a little. Although she still looked unhappy, her face was more lively than before.

Song Huiling put his hand on Yang's shoulder and pressed it gently: "Let me cook dinner."

Yang raised her head, and Song Huiling pursed her lips: "It's okay, I feel more energetic after sleeping for a while."

Song Huiling was afraid that Yang would be upset, so she left A'mo to watch over her in the yard and carried the vegetables into the kitchen herself.

Yang didn't buy any meat today, so she bought some noodles and vegetables.

The ingredients are simple and Song Huiling’s cooking is also simple. Let’s just have some vegetable and egg noodles today.

Song Huiling carried a wooden basin to the water tank, scooped half a basin of water, broke the green vegetables one by one and threw them into the water, then squatted down and washed the dirt off the leaves and stems.

In ancient times, pesticides were not used yet, and all vegetables were natural. You only needed to clean the dirt and vegetable worms, and there was no need to worry about pesticide residues. This was very worry-free. The first rinse washed out a pile of sludge, and there were a few vegetable worms floating on the water.

After putting the washed vegetables into the basket, Song Huiling changed the basin of clean water again and rinsed the vegetables one by one. Then he put several pieces together and twisted them into small sections with both hands at the same time.

After washing the vegetables, Song Huiling squatted in front of the stove, holding a blowpipe, took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard on the blowpipe with half-bright sparks. Fire instantly burst out in the stove.

The smoke from the blow choked her, and she dropped the blowpipe and started coughing violently.

The coughing was so severe that Yang and A'mo both came into the room to see what was going on.

Song Huiling stood up, squinted her eyes, looked at the two of them with tears in her eyes, and waved her hands: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

She took a large bowl, beat all the remaining eggs in the house into the bowl and stirred them evenly, then put a large iron pot on the stove, scooped half a spoonful of lard into it, and when the oil became boiling hot, she held the bowl and poured the egg liquid evenly into the pot along the edge of the pot. The egg liquid began to expand due to the heat, and Song Huiling took a pair of chopsticks to stir the egg liquid to break it up.

The delicious smell of scrambled eggs wafted into the air. Song Huiling quickly put several large bowls of water into the pot. After the water boiled, she added a few spoonfuls of salt and then put the vegetables in.

Song Huiling used the empty stove eye on the other side to boil noodles. She scooped the cooked noodles into a bowl and poured a few spoonfuls of vegetable and egg soup on top. Then a simple bowl of vegetable and egg noodles was ready.

A quarter of an hour later, the noodles were out of the pot and the three of them sat around the table. However, Yang was obviously absent-minded. She only ate half of the bowl of noodles before putting down her chopsticks.

Ah Mo saw that Yang had no intention of eating, so he picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the edge of her bowl. Yang was already in a bad mood, and she looked at Ah Mo and said weakly, "What do you want to do now, kid?"

A'mo pinched Yang's bowl with two fingers, applied a little force, and pulled it towards himself little by little. Yang frowned in confusion.

Song Huiling asked directly: "Amo, you don't want to finish even the remaining half bowl, do you?"

Amour blinked and nodded quickly.

Yang didn't have much of an appetite to begin with. Seeing this, she reached out to grab the bowl. When Ah Mo was about to pull it in front of her, she snatched it back: "What's wrong with you, kid? You've already eaten two bowls, and you're not even going to let go of your aunt's leftover noodles?"

As Yang spoke, she was worried that Ah Mo would snatch it back from her, so she quickly lowered her head and finished the remaining half bowl of noodles.

Song Huiling curled the corners of her lips. As long as she could still make noise and eat, it would be fine.