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Yu Chunmiao felt a deep sense of responsibility for Qi Ping's plight. Her compassionate heart, though often a burden, was gradually being overtaken by memories and emotions tied to her identity as the daughter of a Gambler.
She had unwittingly crafted a tragic life for a child, and regardless of where he ended up, he would always be seen as a pitiful being. The stigma of being a bastard would follow him for life.
Her restless heart was so troubled that even the drowsiness brought on by her physical discomfort could not lull her to sleep. She tossed and turned, unable to find rest throughout the night.
The next day, she rose earlier than Qi Chong. As he entered the Kitchen to steam some yellow buns, Yu Chunmiao returned from the backyard after washing up, just in time to see him measuring flour.
Two bowls of flour and two bowls of yellow flour, along with a pot of porridge, would be just enough for their family of five for breakfast.
Qi Chong glanced at her and noticed the dark circles under her eyes; it was clear she hadn’t slept well the night before. He pulled her closer and leaned down to examine her closely, gently asking, “I noticed you seemed troubled at dinner last night. Did you not sleep well? What’s on your mind?”
Yu Chunmiao hesitated, knowing their families had been at odds for a long time. She didn’t dare express her sympathy for Qi Ping, so she replied, “It’s nothing. There was a group of toads croaking outside the yard last night; it was quite noisy.”
Qi Chong didn’t believe her; lately, her bouts of drowsiness rivaled Qi Rong’s sleep quality. However, since she didn’t want to talk about it, he chose not to press further. She would share when she was ready.
Yu Chunmiao pointed at the basin and said, “I’ve been feeling bitter in my mouth these past couple of days and haven’t been able to eat enough. Can we add more flour and make some extra buns? I’m quite hungry.”
Qi Chong nodded in agreement. “Sure, how much more do you want?”
Not being skilled at making dough herself, Yu Chunmiao casually suggested, “How about one bowl each of yellow and regular flour?”
Qi Chong chuckled lightly and playfully pinched her nose. “That’s enough for two meals for me! Are you really that hungry?”
Due to his injury, Qi Chong hadn’t been doing any heavy work and hadn’t eaten much either; two bowls of flour would indeed be enough for him for two meals.
Yu Chunmiao tentatively asked, “Then how about half a bowl?”
Qi Chong looked at her with fondness and said, “You can add as much as you want. If it’s not enough, you can eat mine. If you can’t finish it all, I’ll help you.”
Yu Chunmiao stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Next time you can’t sleep, come find me. I’ll tell you a story.”
Her face flushed red as she playfully punched him. Who said he was just a dullard? He certainly knew how to charm!
That morning’s breakfast yielded four extra buns. Qi Chong placed them in the pantry so that Yu Chunmiao could eat whenever she felt hungry.
Yu Chunmiao stayed in Chen Ruolan’s room to continue making four-cornered pants, wondering if Qi Chong had worn what she made yesterday. She also had a piece of cloth that she needed to hurry and turn into clothing; Chen Ruolan had already urged her to make some scraps into shoes.
Early in the morning, Qi Chong opened the cupboard twice, but the buns remained untouched. Qi Yuan returned from chopping wood feeling a bit hungry and wanted to take one to eat, but was heartlessly refused by Qi Chong.
In the afternoon, after finishing lunch, Yu Chunmiao felt drowsy as usual. Qi Rong, having some rare free time, followed Qi Yuan into the woods to search for bird nests, which also counted as keeping Er Ge company.
After dinner, Qi Chong planned to check the cupboard at ten o'clock that night; the four buns were still there.
The next morning, however, the buns were gone. Yu Chunmiao woke up looking cheerful and in good spirits. Had she really gotten up in the middle of the night to eat all four buns? All at once? The buns he made were not small; when Yu Chunmiao carried a basket up the mountain to dig for Banxia, she could only eat two for a full meal.
She had spent the entire day at home making clothes, and her appetite seemed to have increased? He had made five more buns that day.
Worried about her health, Qi Chong got up again that night to check. He woke up later than usual, around eleven o'clock. After checking the cupboard and finding the buns still there, he turned off the light in his room. Within ten minutes, he heard Yu Chunmiao getting up outside.
Due to his leg injury, he got up slowly. When he opened the door, he saw Yu Chunmiao sneaking out of the yard without turning on any lights. The first thought that crossed his mind was Xiao Wei.
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