Chapter 99 A Tool in a Cataclysmic Apocalypse, My Daughter 21



Following the system's instructions, she consumed the space's premium food, and her strength has now returned.

Therefore, upon seeing those high-quality product descriptions, she completely believed them.

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In the evening, the two elderly people, who were preparing to rest, returned to their room and looked at the new quilt on the bed.

One looked delighted, the other looked utterly dejected.

"They say the temperature is going to drop, but how much? This blanket doesn't look thin at all," Grandpa Fang said, expressing his disagreement.

It's only October, and you're already using such a thick blanket. Won't you wake up from the heat at night?

"Let me see!"

Grandma Fang touched the quilt; it looked thick, but it felt light.

"It's fine. It looks thick, but it feels light and airy. It shouldn't be hot."

"Really?" Grandpa Fang touched it and it was indeed true.

After pulling back the covers and sitting on the bed, Grandpa Fang felt something was wrong again.

"Why is this mattress so much softer? Did they thicken it too?"

He's used to sleeping on a hard bed, so he could feel it right away.

"It really is true. It must have been Yuanyuan who listened to her father and changed it. That girl is just too obedient." Grandma Fang said with a smile after touching it.

After dinner, Fang Yuan told her that he had changed the mattress.

I don't know who told the third brother that the temperature was dropping, but he actually had Fang Yuan put two layers of mattresses on them.

"With such a thick pad underneath, won't you wake up from the heat in the middle of the night? Let's take it off."

As Grandpa Fang spoke, he tried to pull back the blanket and remove the mattress.

"You old man, why can't you sleep? The kids are just worried about you. If you won't sleep, I will. You can sleep on the sofa."

Grandma Fang sat down on the bed and wouldn't let him remove the mattress.

So what if it's a little softer? It's not hot today, it's just a little warmer. This old man is just being dramatic.

"I'll sleep on the sofa then."

Grandma Fang wouldn't let them change the mattress while she was sleeping on the bed, so Grandpa Fang stubbornly went to the sofa.

They also found the thin blanket from the closet to use as a cover.

However, in the middle of the night, his thin bed proved useless, and he froze to death on the sofa.

"Grandma, Grandma, it's gotten colder, are you all alright?"

Fang Yuan, carrying a burning charcoal brazier in one hand and a thermos in the other, knocked on the old couple's door.

"Who is it? Is it Yuanyuan?" Grandma Fang's voice was a little muffled.

Grandma Fang had unconsciously stuck her head under the covers because it was cold outside.

The blankets and mattress covering her blocked the cold, so no problem was detected at this moment.

When she poked her head out from under the covers, she realized that the outside temperature was frighteningly low.

"It's so cold! Has the temperature dropped that much?"

Grandma Fang, wrapped in a quilt, reached out her trembling hand and turned on the light.

"Oh dear, Yuanyuan, go and call your dad! Your grandpa's frozen stiff."

When the lights in the room came on, Grandma Fang noticed that Grandpa Fang was curled up in a ball on the sofa.

Hearing the exclamations from inside, Fang Qinghe hurriedly urged:

"Quickly, open the door and go inside, put the charcoal brazier in."

Knowing that the temperature was going to drop, the two of them didn't go to sleep.

So as soon as the temperature dropped, the two of them put on thermal underwear and went downstairs.

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Fang Yuan asked as he put the charcoal fire inside the house.

As soon as Fang Qinghe entered the room, he put down the charcoal brazier and rushed towards Grandpa Fang.

"Dad, Dad, are you alright?"

Grandpa Fang's lips were bluish-black and his body was ice-cold; he was clearly freezing.

He quickly picked up Grandpa Fang, put him on the bed, and covered him with a blanket.

I put my hands under the covers and rubbed them to warm him up.

"Why is Dad sleeping on the sofa?" he asked Grandma Fang while rubbing her.

“Your dad is just as stubborn as you. He complained that the new mattress was too thick and refused to sleep on it,” Grandma Fang replied bluntly.

"Grandma, have a bowl of ginger soup. I cooked it earlier and it's still very hot."

Fang Yuan opened the thermos and poured out two bowls of ginger soup.

"Thank you, my dear granddaughter. You're so thoughtful. It's good that you changed the blanket."

After putting on the thick clothes that Fang Yuan handed her, Grandma Fang took the ginger soup and praised it.

She hadn't felt cold at all while lying in bed; it was only when she stretched out her hand that she felt the chill outside.

This quilt is clearly warm.

"I still have a hot water bottle here, put it next to Grandpa."

Fang Yuan took out two hot water bottles from his coat and put one in Grandpa Fang's head and one in his feet.

"It's so cold, I'm freezing!"

Grandpa Fang recovered after being massaged by Fang Qinghe.

He was so cold from that earlier blow that his body was stiff, and he almost thought he was going to die.

"Serves you right, why didn't you freeze to death? You never listen to a word of advice."

Seeing that Grandpa Fang had reacted, Grandma Fang breathed a sigh of relief and scolded him.

"Quickly, get another blanket to cover yourself with, it's too cold today."

Grandpa Fang, still recovering from the chill, immediately asked to be covered with the thicker blanket.

"This one is enough. This blanket is warm. I didn't feel cold at all before. You deserve to be cold!"

This time, it was Grandma Fang's turn to object.

Although the quilt felt like it weighed only two or three pounds, it kept out the cold. She hadn't felt cold at all before.

"Dad, drink the ginger soup first, then we'll talk!"

Fang Qinghe suppressed a laugh and handed the ginger soup in his hand to Old Master Fang.

He thought to himself that the older the old man got, the less he listened to advice. He had just slept in the bed before and nothing had happened.

"OK!"

Grandpa Fang drank the ginger soup in one gulp, and only then did he feel like he had come back to life.

Fangyuan's ginger soup is made with ginger from the space, and it works very quickly.

Perhaps because the two of them came down quickly, the old man didn't stay frozen for long and recovered quickly.

Sitting on the bed wrapped in his coat, he then began to ask the others:

"Where did you get this information? Do your older brothers know about it?"

“A friend at the meteorological bureau told me. My brother definitely knows. He even called them earlier, so don’t worry,” Fang Qinghe replied.

He had called both Fang Yuan and Fang Yuan separately when he went downstairs earlier.

Both Fang Chengyuan and Fang Chenghao answered the phone.

"Oh, that's good. They're young, and they're healthier than this old man," Grandpa Fang said somewhat awkwardly.

"You're such a drama queen, you deserve to freeze for nothing," Grandma Fang retorted irritably.

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Grandpa Fang, unusually, did not refute.

That recent cold snap almost froze him to death; he nearly saw his father again.

Fang Yuan and Fang Qinghe checked the room and closed all the windows.

The only external feature is a few small ventilation holes that can be opened.

Even so, you could see the cold air outside hissing and seeping in through the small holes, and a layer of white frost had formed on the windowpane.

Once the temperature inside the room reached a certain level, Fang Yuan took the charcoal brazier outside, as it could easily cause poisoning.

"Grandpa and Grandma, you can continue sleeping. We'll go back now."

If I need to get up to use the restroom, I can wrap myself in this garment; it's made of the same material as the blanket, so it's warm.

"Okay, you should go back and rest too."

"Okay! We understand!"

Although the answer sounded a bit impatient, Fang Yuan knew they had taken it to heart this time.

"Mom and Dad, we're going back now. Call me if you need anything," Fang Qinghe said again.

After leaving the elderly couple's room, the two knocked on the doors of the housekeeper and the cook, one after the other.

Only after confirming that everyone in the house was safe did they go back to rest.

Fang Yuan went directly into the space.

She has space, why does she have to suffer in the cold outside?

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