The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"Grandpa Song, don't worry, Brother Song is in great health. He's a good worker in our production team and has a huge appetite. After work, he can eat three bowls of rice in one sitting. If it's steamed buns, he can eat at least eight.

Recently, we're quite busy with work in the fields, but it seems that in a month or so, things will calm down, and he might be able to visit you."

Jiang Xiaoxiao made up an excuse for Song Moting. It didn't really take a month; her being able to come to the county meant their production had no work, and it was currently the most relaxed time.

Old Sir Song laughed merrily.

"You're such a good child, making excuses for Song Moting. How could I not know this kid? Even if he has free time, he wouldn't want to come to see us because he thinks we caused his mother's death. He holds a grudge against us.

But in the end, it's our fault for letting him grow up without a mother. Life's been tough for him all these years."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart was immediately filled with gossip.

It's just a woman's nature.

Mr. Wang poured a drink into Old Song's glass.

"Stop talking about it, bringing up these old stories, what's the point? You can't blame yourself for what happened back then; some issues are relics of that era. No one can really say who's right or wrong.

Some things were done by your unkind son, not you. Can you control others? This child doesn't understand now, but when he starts his own family, he'll likely understand your good intentions."

"You're right. There's no point in bringing up the past! What's done is done. We can only hope the child has a better life ahead, and as grandparents, that's how we can make amends to his deceased mother."

The old man downed his drink in one gulp.

He wanted to pour another, but Old Mrs. Song laughed and took the cup away.

"Don't drink anymore. The doctor told you to quit drinking. This peach wine might look low in alcohol, but it's still wine. You should care for your liver and be kind to yourself."

The old man shook his head, "Look, see, no matter where I go, I'm under supervision. I told you to stay in Jingbei, but you insisted on coming over. You're controlling me my entire life. Can't you let me relax a little in my old age?"

Mrs. Wang poured a glass for Old Mrs. Song, "Old Song, it's not Old Meng's fault. I've heard about your liver issue; the doctor said you absolutely can't drink. You've broken principles by having two glasses today.

If you keep drinking, something might really go wrong. Are you trying to make things hard for us? Eat some more."

"Auntie, steam the basket of crabs that the little rascal brought. Old Wang can't eat them, so it'll be a treat for Old Song and his wife."

Mr. Wang's eyes widened.

"See, see, now you understand, right? I'm being bullied in this house every day. I have rheumatism and gout. Crabs are my favorite, and now look, when my son finally brings some as a tribute, you get the benefit."

Old Sir Song glanced at Mr. Wang's leg.

Both of them knew, after all these years and through storms, they had many ailments, especially on days when the weather changed, it was truly excruciating pain.

Old Wang might be laughing now, but seeing him rubbing his knee vigorously reveals that his leg is definitely uncomfortable lately.

Especially when it comes to rheumatic joint pain, it can be truly unbearable.

"Your sister-in-law only wants what's best for you. Don't just talk big; if you eat the crab, I bet you'll be in so much pain tonight you'll be rolling on the floor."

Mr. Wang stuck out his tongue, he forgot about his father's gout, only remembering his father's love for crabs.

He specially got them from a colleague down south, claiming they were the most famous crabs there.

The steaming hot crabs were served, and Old Sir Song's eyes were fixed on the crabs.

In the great north, getting to eat crabs wasn't easy.

Furthermore, transportation now couldn't compare to the future, and they arrived by green-cargo train cars.

Being able to enjoy such fresh crabs was truly a luxury for most families.

The meal was lively and bustling.

Jiang Xiaoxiao ate two large crabs, fully satisfying her taste buds.

Old Sir Song and Old Mrs. Song made sure to tell Jiang Xiaoxiao that when she went back to Lin Hui Farm, she should stop by their house and leave their address with her.

They wanted to bring something for their grandson since purchasing anything from the farm area was really tough.

Jiang Xiaoxiao agreed, slipping the address note into her pocket.

When she returned home, she thought about it; it wouldn't be proper to visit Old Sir Song's house empty-handed.

No matter what, they were Song Moting's grandparents, and the old couple seemed very graceful and kind-hearted.

The old man had liver problems, so peach wine wasn't suitable, but Old Mrs. Song could still enjoy some.

She had soaked a bunch of peach wine in her own space since their peach tree fruited daily.

To avoid wasting peaches,

she turned all she could into dried peaches, peach wine, canned peaches, peach juice, peach jam, tapping into all of her creativity to make the most of the peaches.

If the old man wasn't fond of peach wine, peach juice or canned peaches would surely be fine, right?

She would also bring some peach jam for Old Mrs. Song and the old man to enjoy with steamed buns.

After all, this peach from her family had been tested, and eating a bit more wouldn't harm health.

She busied herself preparing gifts for the old couple, while over at the Wang family, the couple saw off Old Song's family, their son, and Jiang Xiaoxiao before sitting down.

They had quite a long meal, everyone nibbling on crabs as if they were sunflower seeds.

They ended up sitting the entire afternoon.

Mrs. Wang was aware that her husband's leg joints had been severely aching these past few days, likely due to the weather change.

After forcing himself to sit all afternoon, his leg was probably in worse condition, so she quickly helped him into the bedroom.

"Pull up your pants or take them off; I'll get you a hot towel to wrap around your leg. It must hurt, doesn't it? Don't just endure it. I saw your face turn pale during dinner."

Mr. Wang stopped his wife,

"Don't go. You've been busy all day, take a break. My leg, surprisingly, doesn't hurt today. At lunch, it hurt terribly, felt like leg was gonna break as I walked to the dining room. Don't know if it's psychological or if that wine really worked.

After drinking that wine at noon, my leg didn't hurt all afternoon. In fact, it felt warm around the joints."

Mrs. Wang was skeptical, worried he was just saying it not to stress her out.

"Don't be silly. Even if that wine is a family secret recipe, it can't have such immediate effects after two glasses. You drank quite a bit. I let it go today, you had at least half a pound. Even if it's peach wine, it still has alcohol. This afternoon, I've been worried about your leg."

She lifted his pants leg up.

Seeing the knee, Mrs. Wang let out a surprised cry.

"Oh my, Old Wang, look at your leg! Last night it was severely swollen. How's it like a normal leg today?"