My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

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Chapter 12. Little Pitiful tries to please the monster Little Pitiful tries to please. . .

"Today is so cold outside, it's probably going to frost again tomorrow," Cheng Songer rubbed her cold hands.

She was currently in the northern region she had traveled to. Normally, by this season, heavy snow would have already fallen. But for some reason, the snow this year came unusually late, yet the low temperature showed no mercy. If she had a thermometer with her right now, it would be at least minus 5/6 degrees.

"Yes, indeed. The snow this year came unusually late. In previous years, by this time, heavy snow would have already closed off the mountains," Cheng Qingzhi added to her words.

Cheng Songer remembered seeing in a TV drama before that if the heavy snow came late and the ground temperature wasn't low enough, the insect eggs buried in the ground for winter wouldn't freeze to death. When spring came the following year, it would lead to insect pests, resulting in low crop yields.

If it was a minor issue, everyone would tighten their belts and endure it.

If it became more severe, it could lead to famine.

Cheng Songer's heart sank. It seemed she needed to hurry up and earn money, while the prices of food were still not high, so she could quickly save up and stockpile some grain.

She remembered there was a cellar in the courtyard where she could store the purchased grain.

As long as she earned enough money, she should be able to survive the next year's food shortage. . . right?

She moved her small stool closer to the stove, reaching her hand to warm it by the fire. Her arm unintentionally touched Cheng Qingzhi's arm, but her mind was filled with thoughts of how to quickly earn money.

Little did she know that when her hand touched Cheng Qingzhi's back, his back stiffened instantly. Even though their arms were separated by thick winter clothes, it felt as if they were burning up in an instant.

The pleasant fragrance from Cheng Songer's body once again lingered around his nose, light and refreshing, like the sweet scent of newly grown leaves in early spring.

This fragrance leisurely wandered in the narrow and dim kitchen, not hurriedly but slowly enveloping Cheng Qingzhi's entire body. It seeped into his breath, flowing leisurely throughout his body.

In the narrow and dim kitchen, he felt as if he was embraced by a dense forest of blooming flowers and lush bamboo.

Cheng Qingzhi tightly clenched his fist with his left hand, trying hard to detach himself from the intoxicating fragrance. He said, "The rabbit meat is stewed."

He stood up and lifted the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the meat wafted out.

Cheng Songer's stomach had been growling with hunger for a while now. She proactively took a bowl and grabbed a pair of chopsticks.

Cheng Qingzhi then carried a large basin of rabbit meat into the hall, and he also cut two pieces of potatoes to stew in it. The rabbit meat was chewy and the potatoes were soft and sticky. The soup poured over the rice was even more exquisite. Cheng Qingzhi's culinary skills were truly outstanding.

The aroma stimulated Cheng Songer's senses. "Brother, your cooking skills are really amazing. There are no words to describe how good it is. I can't resist just by smelling the fragrance."

Cheng Qingzhi blushed and smiled lightly, pursing his lips. "Let's eat."

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