"Low-grade Grass and Wood Creation Furnace?
Hearing the name, it doesn't sound like a technological creation at all, but rather like a mystic artifact from fantasy. But what does 'grass and wood creation' even mean? Alchemy?
Or does it have some other purpose…
Sigh, this is so annoying. I hate these golden fingers with no instruction manual. Am I supposed to write one myself?
Forget it, I'll try it out when I have time later…"
After muttering a few words to herself, Ding Yun quickly got up. She first surveyed the situation in the room, then opened her bedroom door, only to be gagged by the stench.
Here's the thing: the original host had felt unwell the day before after returning from work. However, the house was in an extreme state of disarray, so she had urged her husband, Zhou Junyu, to do housework – wash the dishes, clean the house, do the laundry and hang it up, and also mop the floor.
These were tasks the original host did herself every day.
Now that she was pregnant and feeling a bit unwell, in her opinion, it was perfectly reasonable for her husband to do them for her.
But Zhou Junyu kept saying "okay, okay," "yes, yes," "I'll do it right away," while remaining glued to his computer, never actually moving. The original host had nagged him three or four times.
After waiting for nearly an hour,
Zhou Junyu had only verbally agreed but made no actual effort. Anyone in that situation would be impatient and angry.
Anger led to an argument.
And they both started sulking.
Neither would do the chores or clean the house, each waiting to see who would break first. But when someone who cared about cleanliness gambles like this with someone who never cared, isn't that just asking for trouble and suffering?
Looking at the state of the house, the original host found everything unbearable, her heart heavy and her body uncomfortable. Meanwhile, her husband, Zhou Junyu, was completely indifferent. In fact, he became even more arrogant and slovenly than before.
He never made his bed, leaving clothes wherever he took them off, just tossing them aside. Socks and underwear were the same. They could be left on the toilet seat, by the bathroom door, next to the sofa, or by the washing machine, but never *in* the washing machine, nor were they ever washed.
If the original host didn't cook, he'd order takeout. After eating, he wouldn't even throw away the takeout containers. He'd just tie them up in a plastic bag and leave them on the table or on the floor. Seeing this truly made the original host's blood pressure soar.
Under such circumstances, it was no wonder the original host's condition didn't improve.
Now it was the third day, and a foul stench could already be clearly detected in the house. The original host had also been sleeping in a separate bed from her husband for several days. Now, she only cared about keeping her own bedroom clean. So, when Ding Yun opened her bedroom door, she was greeted by the sight of the mess and the putrid smell.
The leftover food from two days ago was still on the dining table, untouched. The table was also piled high with sundries, trash, and takeout containers.
The floor was littered with both garbage and greasy stains.
There were even shoe prints from walking.
A pile of clothes and clutter by the bathroom door, another pile by the sofa. And on the floor around the sofa, there were many scattered orange peels, snack bags, empty drink bottles, and other miscellaneous items.
The mess in the other bedroom was even worse.
It was truly indescribable.
Let alone the original host, a pregnant woman suffering from prenatal depression and already emotionally unstable, even Ding Yun found the scene nauseating and her blood pressure rising.
While it wasn't quite a garbage dump,
it was truly too much to bear.
After surveying the entire house, Ding Yun hesitated for a moment before deciding not to torture herself further.
She immediately returned to her bedroom and began packing.
Packing essential items.
Then she would take those things and go straight home.
She planned to stay at her parents' home for a few days.
Some people don't have a mother's home, or it's too far away to go back. That's one thing. But since the original host *did* have a mother's home, and it wasn't too far away, why wouldn't she go back? Was it just because she was too thin-skinned to trouble her parents?
Little did she know that if her parents knew what she was going through,
they would probably prefer her to trouble them more.
The original host's parents' home wasn't far from the apartment they rented. It took Ding Yun less than an hour by taxi to get there. After entering the neighborhood, she immediately ran into quite a few acquaintances who greeted her and asked how she had been.
And upon learning that she planned to stay home for a couple of days,
someone immediately expressed concern:
"You're planning to stay home for a couple of days? Then you've come at a bad time. Your mom can't really look after you right now. Seeing you like this, she probably doesn't know yet.
Your mom has been going to the hospital every day!
Your dad goes sometimes too. They're hardly ever home."
"What?
Sister Zhang, what's going on? Why are my parents going to the hospital? Are they sick?
Why didn't they tell me?"
The original host genuinely didn't know about this.
So, Ding Yun immediately asked with great concern.
Sister Zhang, seeing Ding Yun's anxiety and fearing it might affect her unborn child, didn't beat around the bush and quickly reassured her, "Don't worry!
It's not that your mom and dad are in trouble. It's your maternal grandmother who had an accident. I heard your mom say that a few days ago, when your grandmother was staying at your uncle's house, she insisted on helping with chores and accidentally fell while moving a stool, breaking her femur.
They say it can't heal on its own.
They'll have to perform surgery to replace it.
She's currently in the pre-operative conditioning period. Once her body is well enough to undergo surgery, she'll have it.
Originally, it was agreed that the three families would take turns caring for her. But your mom was worried and went over every day to check on her and help out, even when it wasn't her turn. Your dad does the same.
When your maternal grandfather was alive,
he used to visit the hospital more often than your uncles.
So, they are both fine. At most, they've been a bit busy and tired lately. I think, they might have thought that you're pregnant now and shouldn't be stimulated.
That's why they kept it from you!"
"Oh, right. You must be five or six months pregnant now. Why are you suddenly coming back to your parents' home with bags and bags?
Did something happen? Or what's going on?
Isn't your mother-in-law looking after you?"
After explaining what she knew, Sister Zhang naturally started asking questions she didn't know but wanted to know, such as why Ding Yun had returned.
Meanwhile, other elderly women watching nearby also looked at Ding Yun with great curiosity, waiting for her reply. After all, who wouldn't want to know new gossip?
"My mother-in-law, hmph. When she persuaded me to have a child, she promised to look after me and said I wouldn't have to worry about the child, that she would help raise it. And now? I haven't seen her in half a month.
Never mind, let's not talk about depressing things. I'm going home to put my things away first, and then I'll go see how my grandmother is.
Um… See you all later!"
Ding Yun took the opportunity to complain briefly, then quickly dragged her suitcase home, intending to put the suitcase in the room first, and then call her mother to find out which hospital her grandmother was in, so she could go and see her.