Six dishes and one soup, the dishes were fragrant. In terms of craftsmanship, Chu Lingyu was far behind her, but she still ate with gusto and praised them while eating.
Chu Lingyu only occasionally took a bite of food and spent most of the time watching him eat.
He hasn't been in the kitchen for many years, even though he has been cooking since he was six years old.
At that time, he was not even high enough to work on the table, so the woman asked people to watch him cook, and he was the only one to eat the food he cooked, because he would often burn things so much that he couldn't tell what was what.
That woman just likes to see him like that, likes to see his face covered with snot and tears from the rising oil smoke, likes to see him being splashed by the boiling oil, and likes to see him eat the food he made that he cannot eat at all.
, rolling around on the floor with a stomachache, and she stood beside him and giggled.
Later, he finally learned to cook. After leaving that woman, he never cooked a meal.
He couldn't explain why, but just seeing the kitchen utensils made him disgusted to the extreme, and he felt like he wanted to kill someone.
He also didn't expect that when Su Mang said she was hungry, he would blurt out that he was going to make food for her.
He liked her to eat the food he cooked, so when he stood in the kitchen, he didn't have any original disgust and pain.
It turns out that loving someone can subvert even the habits that you thought you could never change in your lifetime...
When he was almost done eating, Chu Yun walked in from the outside and was slightly surprised to see Chu Lingyu. He then turned around and went out, and after a while he came in carrying a small medicine box.
He gently disinfected and applied medicine to the scratches on Chu Lingyu's neck, applied a bandage, and went out quietly, as if he had never been here before.
What a taciturn kid!
"Is Chu Yun a relative of yours?" Su Mang put away the leftover food.
"No, I picked him up," Chu Lingyu looked at the place where Chu Yun's back disappeared. "When I passed by the door of his house, his stepmother was whipping him with a belt in the yard. He refused to beat him to death.
The neighbors around him were used to the stop gesture. No one cared about him, and he just lay dying on the ground, just like me back then..."
"Yu!" Su Mang stopped and couldn't help but call him.
He retracted his gaze and smiled at her, "I beat his stepmother half to death and snatched him back. At that time, he had many wounds on his body, most of which had festered and suppurated. I kept him in the hospital for more than ten years before saving him.
I gave him a small life, and later he told me that after his biological mother died, his father married him a stepmother. Later, his biological father also died, and only the stepmother was left in the family. The stepmother wished that he could die immediately, so don't be with him.
The half-brother shares his father's inheritance..."
Su Mang breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "When I didn't meet you, I always thought that stepmothers were just made up in fairy tales to deceive children..."
"Ha!" Chu Lingyu chuckled, "Many stories in fairy tales are lies, but I feel the same way about this one."
"Did he never come home again? He was still so young..."
"Why go back? I hired a lawyer. Not only did I let him inherit his share of the inheritance, but I also sent his stepmother to prison for intentional injury, and even gave him the share of the inheritance that his stepmother was supposed to inherit.
"I inherited it," Chu Lingyu smiled, "Don't look at him as young, he is now a man with a net worth of several million!"
