I smiled slightly and said, "You guys are so sweet. In that case, Aunt Julia, please don't hang your clothes out the window anymore. Bennett needs sunlight, and your sheets block the sunlight from his bedroom completely."
Julia didn't even think. "How can that be? My son's sheets must be sun-dried every day! He's just an autistic child; how can he compare to a healthy person?"
After saying that, she covered her mouth, her face turning embarrassed.
I turned to everyone. "Dear neighbors, my sister-in-law is pregnant, so please don't cook anymore. Our building's exhaust system isn't well-sealed, and we can smell it when anyone cooks. As a noble pregnant woman, how can she be exposed to cooking fumes?"
For a moment, the air was still.
Soon, the neighbors' faces turned ugly.
"It's just a pregnancy, not that delicate. When I was pregnant, I had to take care of a whole family, even my bedridden father-in-law, all by myself."
"Exactly, she's not pregnant with my child. Why should we outsiders follow her demands?"
Hearing this, everyone laughed.
Johnson was holding back his laughter so hard that his face turned red.