My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 23. Chapter 22. The pitiful little thief who sneaks to eat.

Chapter 22. The pitiful little thief who stole

"Where did you go? Why are you so late? Where is your hairpin? Why is it missing?" He came to her side and bombarded her with a series of questions.

"The tree branches are covered in snow, so I was delayed a bit. As for the hairpin. . . I don't know where I lost it, I couldn't find it," she replied.

At this moment, Cheng Qingzhi appeared no different from his usual self. He looked healthy and positive, as if everything she had just seen was an illusion.

But the more he appeared this way, the heavier Cheng Songer's worries became.

Unfortunately, in ancient society, there was no profession of psychologists, and she knew nothing about medicine. She didn't know what illness he had, how severe it had become, or how she could help him.

She didn't dare to directly ask him, afraid that if she shattered the calm facade, it would further stimulate his illness.

"It's okay if it's lost, I'll make you a new one. . . As long as you're back," Cheng Qingzhi gently brushed off the snow piled on her hair and shoulders, his voice softer than the sound of falling snow. "Songer, I've been waiting for you for so long, it feels like a lifetime. I thought you wouldn't come back."

She responded with a gentle smile, "It's only been an afternoon, how could it be a lifetime? Let's go, let's go back."

She dragged the cypress leaves into the firewood room, planning to start smoking bacon and sausages when the snow stopped.

After Cheng Qingzhi's emotions recovered, he began preparing the meal. But Cheng Songer had only eaten a plate of sweet rice cakes in the afternoon, and sticky rice dishes were very filling, so she didn't have much appetite now.

So she told Cheng Qingzhi that he didn't need to make her portion, he could just eat by himself.

Cheng Qingzhi agreed and went to the kitchen alone.

After about half an hour, he came back with a bowl of noodle soup. There was no trace of oiliness in the soup, just a few thin slices of noodles floating in it. Just looking at it made her lose her appetite.

"Why are you eating this?" she frowned.

When they used to eat together, Cheng Qingzhi always tried to come up with a new dish every day, even though there were very few options in the winter in the north. But today, he made something so simple and casual for the first time.

"I don't have an appetite eating alone, so this will do," the light in his phoenix eyes dimmed, as if covered by dark clouds.

Cheng Songer fell silent for a moment and asked, "Is there more?"

"What?" Cheng Qingzhi raised his head and asked her.

Cheng Songer smiled shyly, "Is there any leftover noodle soup? I suddenly feel a bit hungry."

In the cloudy eyes, a faint glimmer of light flickered, adding a touch of brightness to Cheng Qingzhi's dim eyes. "Yes, there is. I'll go get it for you." He hurriedly walked outside.

As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back, his phoenix eyes shining brightly. "Songer, is there anything else you want to eat? I'll make it for you too." He leaned against the door frame and asked her.

"Hmm. . . just stir-fry some cabbage." She said.

"Okay." Cheng Qingzhi's withered eyes suddenly came alive.

Watching the kitchen light up again, Cheng Songer's smile faded.

The words she just said were deliberately testing, and the results of the test made her feel a bit uneasy.