Courtyard House: In times of famine, my hamster became a spirit.

Qin Huairu was clearly anxious, and in her anxiety, her breathing became erratic.

As she opened her mouth, a warm and rich breath wafted straight into He Yuzhu's nostrils.

Where was the usual fragrance in that breath?

Instead, it tasted like something churning up from the depths of my stomach.

That flavor was absolutely amazing.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still for He Yuzhu.

Looking at that magnified pretty face in front of me, the goddess filter in my mind shattered!

He Yuzhu's DNA was activated.

No, it was his stomach that started it.

A type of physiological nausea.

"vomit--!!!"

He Yuzhu's face turned ashen, and he pushed her away abruptly.

"what!"

Qin Huairu was pushed out without any warning.

The ground was all ice, making it impossible to get any leverage.

"Bang!"

Qin Huairu landed on her bottom again, sliding half a meter across the ice until she crashed into a pile of coal, a rather unseemly position.

"Pillar?!" Qin Huairu ignored the pain and was completely stunned.

He Yuzhu was seen leaning against the door frame, bending over and frantically shooting at the snow outside.

"Ugh...cough cough...ugh..."

The sound was heart-wrenching, as if it were trying to vomit up all the bitterness in one's body as a sacrifice to the heavens.

Qin Huairu's face turned green instantly.

It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting!

This is even more painful than slapping her!

I hugged you and wanted to kiss you, but then you threw up?

Am I really that disgusting?!

"Zhu Zi! What... what are you doing?!" Qin Huairu's voice was shrill, and her gentle persona almost collapsed.

He Yuzhu vomited until tears and snot streamed down his face, and he couldn't straighten up at all.

He waved his hand frantically while wiping his mouth, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

He knew this reaction was too hurtful and he had to explain.

"I'm...I'm so sorry...Sister Qin...Ugh..."

He Yuzhu suppressed a surge of nausea and said haltingly, "Tonight... tonight the fried pork rinds were too greasy... my stomach feels cold... it's an old problem... it really wasn't because of you... ugh..."

He didn't dare look at Qin Huairu's face at all.

Just looking at that mouth conjures up an image in my mind and makes my stomach churn.

Qin Huairu sat on the ice, looking at the man who didn't even dare to look her in the eye, her eyes overflowing with resentment.

A cold stomach? You're kidding me!

Why did I have to throw up right when I was about to kiss you?

This shows that, subconsciously, Sha-zhu still finds her dirty!

They disliked her because she had eaten dirt in the cellar!

But this grudge has now become a major one.

Qin Huairu forcibly suppressed her anger and forced out a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Oh dear... it seems you're feeling weak. It's alright, I don't blame you... you should go inside and rest."

She scrambled to her feet, brushed the snow off her bottom, and though her movements were clumsy, her words still flowed smoothly: "I'll head back now... I'll come see you again tomorrow..."

After saying that, she limped away in a panic.

"Bang."

The Jia family's gate was slammed shut.

He Yuzhu leaned against the door frame and dry heaved several more times in the cold wind until his stomach was empty.

He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, looked at the empty courtyard, and couldn't find that sweet feeling in his heart again.

It's like a piece of candy that fell into a latrine and was then picked up and washed clean.

You know it's candy, and you've washed it clean, but you still don't dare put it in your mouth.

backyard.

Zhou Jianguo felt incredibly comfortable listening to the notification in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has orchestrated a dramatic "emotional vomiting" performance, inflicting a psychological blow on Qin Huairu and planting a permanent physiological aversion in He Yuzhu's heart.]

[Congratulations on receiving the reward: Master-level Culinary Skill Book (Fragment - Sichuan Cuisine)!]

"Good stuff." Zhou Jianguo blew out the light, rolled over, and said, "Silly Zhu, you say you don't want it, but your body says it all. Now that this disgusting seed has been planted, even if this candy is sweet, you'll still feel nauseous eating it."

……

It was just dawn.

Zhou Jianguo pushed open the door, wrapped his cotton-padded coat tighter around himself, and cast a playful glance at the Intermediate People's Court.

The puddle of vomit at He Yuzhu's door had now completely frozen solid.

Just then, a soft, humming tune came from the moon gate in the backyard.

"Carrying that chamber pot, I descended the hill."

Xu Damao, wearing an old cotton-padded coat and carrying a steaming chamber pot, swayed over with every step.

As Xu Damao passed by Sha Zhu's house, he instinctively wanted to spit on the door.

But the ground was too slippery, and as soon as I got close, my foot slipped and fell.

"Holy crap!"

Xu Damao displayed amazing flexibility, and in order to protect the urinal, he performed a difficult move and barely managed to maintain his balance.

This steady movement had a significant impact; his face was now hovering less than twenty centimeters from the vomit.

Although it's frozen, that doesn't mean it has no flavor.

A smell mixed with stomach acid seeped into Xu Damao's nostrils through a crack in the ice.

"vomit--!"

Xu Damao was so startled by the stench that he almost dropped the chamber pot.

He jumped three meters away, cursing, "You idiot! Did you eat shit last night? This smells worse than a public toilet!"

After he finished cursing, he was about to leave, but his triangular eyes suddenly froze.

Who is Xu Damao?

The chief troublemaker of the courtyard house, with the sharpest eyes.

He squinted, held his breath, and leaned in to scan the area twice; his CPU began to run at high speed.

"Cornmeal...rotten cabbage...this portion..."

Last night, I could faintly hear crying, and hear Sha Zhu opening the door.

It was the middle of the night.

A lone man and a lone woman.

Qin Huairu cried.

There was a pool of vomit at the doorway.

"Heh...hehe..."

Xu Damao's disdain disappeared, replaced by the ecstatic joy of discovering a new continent.

He carried the chamber pot and headed straight for the pond in the front yard.

At this moment, the three older women were washing dishes, while two other older women were emptying ashes around them.

"Oh dear, Auntie, Second Aunt, something terrible has happened!"

Xu Damao lowered his voice, but the volume was just enough for the others to hear clearly.

"I don't know if the sky has collapsed or not, but the Jia family's sky is probably going to turn green."

He deliberately put down the chamber pot, feigning mystery: "I just passed by Sha Zhu's door, and the ground was covered in vomit! It was a terrible sight!"

"Hey, he's just had too much to drink," the three women said dismissively.

"Drunk?" Xu Damao scoffed, shaking his finger. "Third Aunt, you've been through this, don't you understand? When you're drunk, the vomit smells like alcohol! But that mess on the ground... it's sour water! And last night, I heard Qin Huairu crying so pitifully at Sha Zhu's door!"

He leaned closer, his voice penetrating: "When the wives and young women in our courtyard were pregnant, didn't they all go through a phase where they couldn't stand the smell of oil or grease, and would vomit at the mere whiff? What's that called again?"

The older woman instinctively replied, "Morning sickness?"

The moment those two words were uttered, a deathly silence fell over the poolside.

Immediately afterwards, the fire of gossip spread like wildfire.

"Da Mao, you can't say things like that! Qin Huairu is a widow!"

"I'm talking nonsense? The evidence is right there, frozen in time!" Xu Damao slapped his thigh. "Shazhu is as strong as a calf, he never even sneezes normally, how come he suddenly vomited like that? Vomiting like that in the middle of the night without drinking, what else could it be but that thing?"

Xu Damao is very good at spreading rumors.

The logic is complete. Qin Huairu has been wearing thicker clothes lately, making her look fatter, and she often goes into the house of the fool. Finally, the vomit on the ground solved the case.

Once rumors take flight, they soar to supersonic speeds.

In less than five minutes, the entire hospital knew about this shocking revelation.

Qin Huairu had just stepped out with a broom to establish her persona when she noticed that the courtyard was unusually strange today.

The neighbors avoided her, their eyes filled with blatant malice.

"It was her... she was at Stupid Pillar's door last night... shameless..."

The whispers drifted into Qin Huairu's ears, and she felt as if struck by lightning, dropping her broom with a "thud" to the ground.

Oh no, someone's spreading false rumors!