Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

The candy rush before the banquet started was just an appetizer, but the next portion of serving food really opened Song Paner's eyes.

On a plate of pork belly, Song Pan'er didn't even notice how fat or thin it was. After a flash of chopsticks, only a little bit of soup was left at the bottom of the plate.

A whole elbow was put into a convenience bag by an old lady who brought her grandson, and her quick eyes and hands even put the meat in it.

Her behavior of not even leaving the soup directly aroused the displeasure of others, who began to complain again and again.

The old lady didn't care, she still went her own way, robbing her in every possible way, and pretending to be the leader of her grandson's job.

In short, Song Pan'er's meal was a mess and she was just watching the fun.

"Granddaughter, let me go home and prepare delicious food for you."

Mrs. Qian looked embarrassed. She really couldn't grab it. As soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, the plate there was already empty.

If she had known earlier, she would have cushioned her belly at home before coming out. Mrs. Qian sighed helplessly.

Do people eat like this now? She remembered that when she was young, when she went out to sit down for a meal, she would only fold the basket after eating.

After finally finishing the last dish, the grandfather and grandson put down the unused bowls and chopsticks and hurriedly left the table and went home.

During this full moon meal, they only had two mouthfuls of cold dishes, but their stomachs were still empty.

Mandong's mother came out to see off the guests and secretly gave Granny Qian a bag of vegetables.

"Sister, if you don't have the food on the table, take it home and heat it up for your children to eat."

This is also a custom in the village. The host family will share some of the leftovers from the banquet and give them back to people with whom they have good relationships.

This is a dish that has not been touched by other people's chopsticks, which is even more remarkable. It is not only a good relationship with the host, but also a decent family to receive it.

Mrs. Qian quickly thanked her.

After returning home, the grandfather and grandson directly heated up baskets of vegetables and ate them.

I have to say that Yang Xue's craftsmanship is indeed amazing. Ordinary stir-fry dishes are delicious when made by others.

Song Pan'er was already hungry, so she ate a big steamed bun and half a bowl of vegetables, and then she felt full.

"Nai, did Yang Xue's grandfather learn to be a chef? Why is his craftsmanship so good?"

After Song Pan'er had eaten and drank enough, she started chatting with her.

"What have you learned? His cooking is not as delicious as mine. This Zheluo dish is just so delicious. It's not because of his good skills."

Song Paner looked at the way she would rather die than admit that her cooking skills were poor. Why did she want to laugh so much!

The first task of returning to the village for a meal was completed. After Song Paner checked the rice, flour, grain and oil reserves at home, she took her milk and Panpan with her and returned to the city the next day.

Song Pan'er made an appointment with someone to look at the house today. After sending Panpan home, she took her milk to a community not far from home.

This community was much larger than Railway Home. The two of them walked around and came to the building at the end of the community. The houses she wanted to buy were all in this building.

The two houses are upstairs and downstairs, with three and four floors.

The one I made an appointment to see today is the one on the third floor.

The landlord was a middle-aged man, and when Song Paner and her arrived, he was fighting with the couple upstairs.

There is a child at home upstairs. He usually plays ball and jumps around at home, and often makes noise to the family downstairs. The two families got into a quarrel today over this matter.

The male landlord on the third floor saw the housekeeper coming, so he made a temporary truce and let the two of them into the house.

After briefly looking at the house, Song Paner revealed in a ruthless manner that she had made an appointment to go upstairs to view the house tomorrow, and now she wanted to compare which house was more sincere in selling it.

The two families had just fought, and the man was still angry. After thinking about it, he directly said the lowest price in his heart.

A house of 651 square meters and an 80 square meter house can be sold for 52,000 yuan.

When Mrs. Qian heard such a realistic asking price, she glanced at Song Pan'er and saw that her eldest granddaughter was still indifferent. The old lady also calmed down and still looked dissatisfied.

After this period of training, Mrs. Qian is no longer the same Mrs. Qian as before. She looks like a retired veteran cadre in her imposing manner.

"Sister, the asking price of my house is quite low! Look at the decorations. They were all newly installed in the past few years. If my soon-to-be daughter-in-law hadn't wanted to live in a big house, I would have been reluctant to sell it!"

The male homeowner patted the cabinet and pretended to be reluctant to part with it.

"I see that the soundproofing of the house is not very good! Mom, can it be quieter if we buy the upstairs?"

Song Pan'er spoke, and what she said hit the mark.

"This...this building is actually quite soundproofed, but..."

The male landlord was fuming and couldn't find any reason to excuse the problem.

Outside the door, the couple upstairs were hiding at the door listening to the sound. After hearing Song Pan'er's words, they quickly stood up and echoed:

"The soundproofing of this house is not good. It is better to live on our fourth floor. There is an empty house above us and no one lives in it, but it is quiet!"

The male landlord on the third floor quit and took two steps to close the door with a clang.

"These two bums, her kids are just running around every day, and the adults are dead and don't care about them."

Song Paner grabbed Mrs. Qian who wanted to continue looking around and said:

"Let's go upstairs and take a look first. I have a general understanding of the situation in your house."

Seeing that Song Pan'er was about to open the door, the landlord became anxious and gritted his teeth and lowered the price.

"Don't worry, wait, I... I'll sell it if it's less than 50,000 yuan."

Song Pan'er's hand to open the door paused for a moment, then retracted her hand, stared at the landlord, and said decisively:

"Fifty thousand, I'll go downstairs to the bank right away to withdraw money and buy your house."

After waiting for about ten seconds, Song Pan'er saw that the landlord was still hesitant, so she raised her hand again to open the door.

"Sure, fifty thousand is fifty thousand."

The male landlord gritted his teeth, and then added: "Then we will sign the contract directly now, and we will go downstairs to withdraw the money and transfer the ownership soon."

Song Pan'er couldn't ask for it.

I quickly wrote two contracts, and after both parties signed them, they went out together to transfer the property.

"Hey, would you like to see our house?"

The couple upstairs were still waiting at the door. When they saw them coming out, they quickly said hello.

"Bah~ What do you think of that shabby house in your house? People with poor qualities will smell bad in every house they live in."

The male landlord was cursing and holding Song Pan'er and her baby in his hands, fearing that they would go upstairs.

Song Pan'er also hummed and said that she didn't have time today and would watch it next time.

The time originally scheduled with the family on the fourth floor was not today, so let’s stick with the family downstairs first!

Song Paner had good plans, but she couldn't stand the grievances between the two families for a long time.

The woman upstairs suddenly said: "How much does his house cost? I pay a hundred yuan less than his house. Come and buy our house."

She really hates the male landlord on the third floor, and today she wants to ruin his good deeds.

I have a small child at home, so I can't even take care of him, so I just flip the ball over and smack it twice, so this damn man knocks on his door every day.

Now that his children have been sent back to his hometown, under the supervision of his mother-in-law, there are no more noisy children at home, but the old man downstairs is still looking for trouble every day.

Either he was walking in high heels, or he was chopping dumpling fillings. He couldn't bear the noise of life. If there was any movement, he would go upstairs to quarrel with him.

"You damn bitch, are you looking for trouble?"

The male landlord on the third floor raised his hand, pointed at the woman angrily and cursed.

The woman's husband quit, and stood in front of his wife, arguing with the landlord on the third floor:

"Why are you just looking for trouble? It's not time for you to look for trouble every day."

After scolding, he turned back to Mrs. Qian.

"Auntie, how much does his house cost?"

Song Pan'er's eyes widened. She just wanted to take the opportunity to negotiate a price, but she didn't expect such a good thing!

"piss off."

The man downstairs was anxious and didn't care about the scolding. He opened his hand and urged the grandfather and grandson to go downstairs quickly.

As a bastard who doesn't take advantage of others, Song Pan'er stood there without moving, waiting for the couple upstairs to continue their efforts.