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

"What are you all gossiping about so early in the morning!"

Yi Zhonghai stormed out of the central courtyard with a dark face, his complexion thicker than soot from the bottom of a pot.

If this is confirmed, his meticulously planned retirement scheme of more than a decade will truly come to an end!

His finger trembled as he pointed at Xu Damao: "Xu Damao! It's you stirring up trouble again! Do you want to be summoned to the security office for questioning?!"

Xu Damao stood his ground this time, showing no fear whatsoever.

With the cards in his hand, he was the boss: "Uncle, don't try to pin this on me! Everyone here has eyes! If that lump was from morning sickness, I, Xu Damao, will chew up every last bit of ice on the ground! That's irrefutable proof!"

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

He Yuzhu, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes, floated out like a lost soul.

Whoosh! Dozens of eyes in the entire hospital instantly focused on him, especially those gossipy aunties who kept glancing at his groin, making He Yuzhu feel a chill in his crotch.

"Pillar!"

Upon seeing her savior, Qin Huairu burst into tears, displaying a masterful skill in portraying a beautiful, tearful woman.

That look clearly says: You're a man, you have to stand firm now!

When He Yuzhu saw Sister Qin looking like she had suffered a great injustice, his inner sycophant instinct kicked in.

He roared, "Xu Damao! What nonsense are you spouting now, you son of a bitch! Who's having morning sickness? Your whole family is having morning sickness!"

"Oh! Getting anxious? Your guard down?" Xu Damao jumped up and down with laughter, pointing at the lump of ice on the ground. "Then explain to everyone where this thing came from! Wasn't Qin Huairu crying at your door last night? You dare say you didn't?"

He Yuzhu opened his mouth, about to deny it, but his hesitation made him appear guilty to everyone.

"See! They admit it! It's his son, that idiot Zhu's!" Xu Damao slapped his thigh excitedly, wishing he could broadcast it over a loudspeaker throughout the factory.

"No! I didn't!" Qin Huairu screamed in despair, her face turning pale.

Yi Zhonghai frantically tried to signal to Sha Zhu with his eyes, his eyelids practically twitching: "Zhu Zi! Explain yourself! Were you drunk last night?"

At this moment, in an attempt to gain sympathy, Qin Huairu deliberately took two steps forward.

Her face was streaked with tears, and her red lips were slightly parted, trying to convey that heartbreaking sense of brokenness.

However, at that very moment...

The original faint scent of face cream was replaced in my brain by the smell of sour, rotten swill.

My stomach is protesting violently.

That kind of physiological spasm travels down the esophagus.

"vomit--!!!"

In front of about a hundred people in the entire hospital.

He Yuzhu suddenly bent over and let out a heart-wrenching dry heave, staring at Xu Damao's shiny leather shoes.

The noise was so loud and the movements so violent that it was as if one were about to vomit bile.

The entire room fell silent.

Immediately following, the first wave of earthquake-like maniacal laughter erupted.

Xu Damao jumped a meter high, pointed at Shazhu, and laughed like a pig: "Hahahaha! Did everyone see that! Did everyone see that! What pregnant?! That's disgusting!"

"Idiot Zhu feels like throwing up just seeing Qin Huairu! He thinks she's dirty! Hahaha! This isn't a goddess, she's a walking emetic!"

These words pierced Qin Huairu's heart like a knife.

She stood frozen in place, watching the man who usually doted on her vomit uncontrollably.

This kind of insult is ten thousand times more intense than pointing a finger at her and calling her a slut.

"No...don't come any closer...Sister Qin...ugh...this smell...is too strong..." He Yuzhu waved his hands while dry heaving, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The scene became so awkward that it spiraled out of control, just as Yi Zhonghai was about to forcibly disperse the crowd.

A cool, slightly mocking voice slowly cut in.

"It seems we need to be more scientific."

Everyone turned around and saw Zhou Jianguo walking over, carrying a fire hook and looking rosy-cheeked.

He walked straight to the stall and tapped it with a fire hook.

"Ding, ding."

The sound was crisp and clear.

"Although Xu Damao has a foul mouth, he really wronged Sister Qin this time."

Zhou Jianguo squatted down: "Everyone, please look. Although there is a lot of stomach acid in this vomit, it's not the simple acid reflux commonly seen in morning sickness. On the contrary, it's mixed with a lot of coarse grain residue, and..."

The fire hook precisely lifted the dark brown substance from the ice layer.

"This looks like aged soil and some kind of rotten plant fiber. As far as I know, this is not normal food for humans."

Zhou Jianguo stood up, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, turned his head, looked at Qin Huairu who was about to faint, and said something piercing:

"Simply put, this is an acute gastrointestinal stress reaction. It's caused by nausea and vomiting."

"It seems that Comrade Shazhu's body is much more honest than his mind. His disgust for certain people and things has penetrated to the bone, and even his stomach is protesting."

If Xu Damao's attack is physical, then Zhou Jianguo's attack is magical.

"boom--!"

The crowd erupted completely.

The men who had previously harbored some unspeakable fantasies about Qin Huairu completely changed their expressions.

From coveting to disliking.

Even the most devoted sycophant was disgusted and vomited. Just how filthy is Qin Huairu?

"Ugh... Stop talking, I can picture it."

"Who could possibly eat Sha Zhu's cooking anymore? Just thinking about him seeing Qin Huairu makes me want to vomit, and it makes me want to vomit too..."

Qin Huairu could no longer hold on. She let out a sharp cry, pushed through the crowd, and rushed back to the Jia family.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

This time, no one offered comfort.

Because all that came to everyone's mind was Sha Zhu's earth-shattering vomiting sound.

Yi Zhonghai stood in the wind, looking as if he had aged ten years.

He glared at He Yuzhu, who was still dry heaving, and flicked his sleeve: "Disgraceful! Everyone, disperse!"

The crowd dispersed with satisfied expressions, having thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle.

He Yuzhu squatted on the ground, painfully pulling at his hair.

He couldn't understand why his body betrayed him when he clearly wanted to be good to Sister Qin.

"Brother Zhu, don't be sad."

As Zhou Jianguo passed by, he gently patted his shoulder and whispered the final blow: "It's not your fault, your body is saving you. After all... some things are truly dirty."

After saying that, he didn't give Sha Zhu a chance to react and turned to go back into the house.

The moment the door closed, a cold, electronic voice echoed in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully using public opinion to completely destroy the goddess aura of your target, Qin Huairu, achieving the goal of "killing her heart and destroying her spirit."]

[Congratulations on winning the following rewards: 10 "Great Unity" coupons, 50 jin of nationally valid grain coupons, and 5 jin of specially supplied pork belly coupons.]

Zhou Jianguo looked at the rewards on the system panel.

"Compared to those fancy skills, these tangible resources are much more satisfying."

He glanced through the crack in the window at the tightly closed door of the Jia family's house across the street, and at Sha Zhu, who was still questioning his existence in the courtyard.