My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 94. Chapter 93. The hot pot restaurant is now open for business.

Chapter 93. The hot pot restaurant is now open for business.

He has never tasted any exquisite pastries from Qinyinliu. He doesn't care about things that can only be enjoyed by riding on someone else's coattails.

He coldly looked at the sugar steamed cheese tart in front of Cheng Qingzhi, like solidified sheep fat, with a layer of honey syrup poured on top and a sprinkle of osmanthus, looking very appetizing.

Cheng Qingzhi scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. His phoenix eyes narrowed into a crescent shape: "Delicious, very sweet."

Cheng Songer sat beside him, leaning against him, her beautiful almond eyes filled with tenderness: "Then tomorrow I'll wake up early and buy you a few more bowls."

Qin Liu lowered his head, biting his teeth painfully.

Suddenly, he felt his sleeve being tugged. He followed the gaze and saw Xiaozhi.

He placed the last piece of cream-filled pastry roll in front of Qinyinliu: "Qin Liu, you should have some too. These pastries are freshly baked, they won't taste good when they're cold."

"No need." Qinyinliu's deep voice responded, cold and bitter. "I don't like pastries, they're too greasy."

"Oh. . . If you don't want it, I'll eat it then." Xiaozhi tentatively said.

"Go ahead." Qin Liu pushed the cream-filled pastry roll towards him in a bad mood.

Cheng Songer noticed that he wasn't in a good mood today and couldn't figure out what had upset him. She straightened her body and asked, "Qin Liu, don't you like sweet food?"

"Hmm." Qin Liu felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart, but seeing that Cheng Songer, who had been ignoring him since they entered the room, finally shifted her attention to him, his attitude improved slightly. "I heard there's a pastry shop in the north of the city that sells jelly cakes, they taste great and aren't too sweet."

"Then I'll ask Xiaozhi to go out and buy some for you to try later." Cheng Songer casually replied.

"Songer, you should also try it." Cheng Qingzhi scooped a small spoonful of sugar steamed cheese tart and placed it near her mouth. Cheng Songer naturally opened her mouth and felt a strong milky fragrance with a hint of honey sweetness bursting in her mouth. It wasn't as sweet and cloying as Qinyinliu had described, but just right.

"Have another bite." Cheng Songer leaned on Cheng Qingzhi's shoulder, affectionate and content.

Cheng Qingzhi scooped another spoonful for her, revealing a shallow circle of bite marks on his wrist.

"What happened to your hand, Qingzhi?" Xiaozhi stared at his wrist.

Cheng Qingzhi hurriedly pulled down his sleeves, his face turning red: "It's, it's nothing."

"But I saw what looked like a row of bite marks. Qingzhi, why did you bite your own hand?" Xiaozhi's eyes were innocent.

Cheng Qingzhi felt too embarrassed to lift his head.

Cheng Songer also felt a bit embarrassed. The innocent remarks of children can be the most lethal.

She could only explain unconvincingly, "No, you saw it wrong."

Qin Liu also noticed the row of bite marks on Cheng Qingzhi's wrist.

Having spent so many years in the brothel, he had witnessed many ways in which clients tortured men: humiliation, biting, whipping, various forms of torment. Biting was the mildest, as those women were like emotionless animals, only knowing how to indulge in their own desires without restraint.