Chapter 13 Burnt Rice
Recently, every time I came home, I would see Ji Shijing sitting at the door with a mop, looking miserable while scrolling through Douyin.
The video showed a thirty-year-old married woman living a widow-like marriage, struggling every day to take care of the child, do housework, and work.
After watching, Ji Shijing left a comment:
"Sister, you're amazing. I'm living like this now too. Let's talk more and encourage each other!"
When he noticed me return, he wiped his hands, put down his phone, and brought out steaming hot food from the kitchen.
"Are you hungry? Dad made your favorite dishes. Try them and see if they're good."
Ji Shijing spoke very gently.
If only what he brought out wasn't burnt, half-cooked rice.
If only he hadn't mixed up salt and sugar, vinegar and soy sauce, making sweet-and-sour stir-fried green peppers with meat.
If only the meat wasn't half bloody and raw inside.
I would have almost believed he had decided to become a good father.
But to not waste his good intentions, I gritted my teeth and finished everything.
Who would have thought that night I would have such severe diarrhea that I questioned my entire life.
The next day, while using the computer, I saw Ji Shijing's search history from yesterday:
"Will diarrhea kill you?"
"How long does it take for diarrhea to cause dehydration death?"
"Has anyone in the world died from diarrhea?"
"How much does cremation cost?"
"Can you still have a second child at 40?"
"How much does IVF cost?"
Good grief.
To prevent me from reincarnating a second time, he was already considering test-tube babies?