My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 9. Little pitiful one ate meat, little pitiful one ate meat.

Chapter 9. Xiao Kelian ate meat, Xiao Kelian ate meat.

Cheng Qingzhi's fingers, which were twisted and curled behind his back, saw everything in front of him as if in a dream.

Even this familiar person in front of him seemed to have crossed a layer of obscure light. Clearly the same person, clearly Cheng Qingzhi's familiar face, but at this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of another person on her.

Another person. . . Cheng Qingzhi dared not think further.

"I, I'll go cook for you." He clenched his lips, dared not look at Cheng Songer anymore, and almost fled the room.

Cheng Songer had no idea how many thoughts flashed through Cheng Qingzhi's mind during his silent moment. She treated it as if he were a child who had obtained something he liked, feeling both happy and embarrassed, not paying attention or thinking much about it.

Fine, Cheng Qingzhi would go cook, and she would take the opportunity to patch up the tattered window paper in the room.

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Cheng Qingzhi ran out of the room, the fragrance from Cheng Songer no longer by his side. It was as if the pressure exerted on him had finally disappeared, and he could breathe freely.

He looked at the table in the courtyard, filled with things he would only see before Cheng's mother passed away.

His biological father, who was more interested in beauty and pleasure, often made delicious food, and Cheng Qingzhi would assist him. But when those dishes were ready, he never had a portion.

His biological father would serve Cheng's mother first, then Cheng Songer as if trying to please her, and then it would be his turn. Cheng Qingzhi wasn't even allowed to sit at the table, he could only hide in the kitchen, surviving on pickled vegetables and steamed buns.

Because his biological father said he was a burden, it was already fortunate for the Cheng family to take him in and provide him with food. He shouldn't have any more foolish hopes.

He understood. . . so he never expected anyone to be kind to him.

But there was only one meal a day, sometimes only one meal every two days, and he was really hungry.

That year, he was only nine years old, and he couldn't bear the hunger anymore.

During the day, his biological father fried hairtail, steamed a piece of cured meat, and stir-fried a few dishes. The Cheng family couldn't finish it all, so there were leftovers in the kitchen.

He was so hungry that he felt dizzy, so he secretly took a piece to eat.

He didn't dare take the meat, he only ate two pieces of stir-fried lettuce, but he was still caught.

The birth father was furious, perhaps trying to please the Cheng family mother and daughter, he directly scooped up a ladle of boiling water and poured it on him. . .

Lin Yuxiu sat in the small courtyard next to them, pretending to eat, her eyes never leaving the two people next door.

Both families' yards were surrounded by fences, allowing a clear view of the opposite side.

When he saw that besides the winter clothes that made him envious, there were so many grains and rice underneath in Cheng Songer's bamboo basket, enough for them to eat throughout the winter, Lin Yuxiu felt disgusted, even more so than eating flies and cockroaches.

When he saw Cheng Qingzhi actually put on that moon-white magnolia embroidered dress and walked out flaunting it, he almost snapped his chopsticks in his hand.