My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 11. Little Pitiful's IQ

Chapter 11. Little Pitiful's IQ Reaches Its Limit

When Cheng Songer arrived home, she saw Cheng Qingzhi sitting at the door, staring into the distance with a vacant expression, lost in thought.

Only when he saw Cheng Songer did his bewildered eyes suddenly light up, and he quickly got up to greet her.

"You're back," Cheng Qingzhi's tone carried a subtle joy that he himself was unaware of.

He considerately took the heavy burden from her hands and said, "I've already prepared the meal."

"Yeah, I caught a rabbit and some small fish. Tonight, let's have an extra meal and eat some rabbit meat," Cheng Songer happily said as she lifted the rabbit by its ears.

"Alright, I'll start cooking now," Cheng Qingzhi took the rabbit and gently stroked its soft and thick fur.

"Then I'll go chop the firewood that I just brought back," Cheng Songer rubbed her slightly sore shoulder and said.

Cheng Songer's cooking skills were extremely poor, even in modern society with abundant seasonings, she could only barely reach the level of edible.

She still remembered when she was young, her grandmother would often tease her about it, saying, "With such poor cooking skills, how will you find a husband and get married in the future!"

She nonchalantly replied, "If getting married is just for doing laundry and cooking, then I'd rather not get married. I'm perfectly fine living alone."

Now that she had transmigrated into the world of the book, Cheng Qingzhi cooked for her every day, obedient and well-behaved. It could be considered the only solace in her transmigration.

In no time, Cheng Songer finished chopping the firewood. She thought that it would still take some time for the rabbit meat to be ready, but it was already dark outside, and the kitchen was dimly lit. Cooking in the dark was not feasible, as she might accidentally burn herself with the scorching hot pot.

She lit an oil lamp and prepared to take it to the kitchen to provide some light.

But as she looked at the dim light of the lamp, she suddenly had an idea about the leftover rattan paper used for pasting windows.

She decided to make a lampshade. First, she used tree branches to roughly fix the frame, then covered it with rattan paper and applied paste. A very simple lampshade was quickly made. The rattan paper was white and already had a translucent effect.

She placed the oil lamp inside, and the light from the oil lamp diffused through the rattan paper lampshade, making the light slightly brighter than before.

Although it was far from reaching the brightness of modern lighting devices, it was already a good lighting tool in ancient times.

She entered the already dark kitchen carrying a small paper lantern: "Brother, is it dark in the kitchen? I'll bring you a lantern."

Cheng Qingzhi was massaging the stir-fried rabbit meat when he looked up and saw Cheng Songer approaching him with a lantern. The gentle light illuminated her slightly smiling eyes and brightened up the dim room, making the kitchen bright.

And the gentle radiance in her hand was like moonlight.

"What is this?" Cheng Qingzhi looked at the rattan paper lantern in her hand.

"I made it with rattan paper, how is it?" Cheng Songer looked like a student showing her handmade work to a teacher, her eyes shining brightly.

"Very, very good."