After the family split up, my stepmother and scumbag father begged me to come home.

Lin Yulong, carrying the pancakes and eggs, tiptoed back to the woodshed.

"Chased it away? What color was it?" Lin Qianqian asked.

"What stray cat? Haha... It's Brother Tiger." Lin Yulong squatted down next to her, stuffed the pancake into her hand, and said, "He brought us some food."

Lin Qianqian touched the pancake; it was still a little warm.

She was really hungry, and Ding Xiaohu's delivery was perfectly timed.

Just as he was about to bite, Lin Yulong reached out his hand, and there was an egg lying in his palm.

Moonlight streamed in through the window cracks, illuminating the egg white.

Lin Qianqian's pupils shrank: "Where did these eggs come from? Did you steal them? Are you out of your mind? Grandma will kill you if she finds out! Put them back right now!"

She knew Old Mrs. Lin's temper well—in those days, eggs were precious, saved up to exchange for salt or money. If anyone dared to touch one, the old lady would curse them so badly that her ancestors for eighteen generations would crawl out of their graves.

She wasn't fully recovered yet, and she didn't want Ah Long to get beaten up again.

I'm not afraid of Old Mrs. Lin, but a wise person knows when to yield, and now is not the time to turn against her.

"I didn't steal it!" Lin Yulong quickly explained, "Aunt Ding gave it to me! Sister, eat it quickly."

Lin Qianqian was stunned: "Aunt Ding?"

Aunt Ding—Ding Xiaohu's mother, from the Ding family next door. She has three sons and lives a very frugal life, yet she gave her eggs?

Lin Yulong had already peeled the egg, revealing the tender white egg white. He held the egg to Lin Qianqian's lips: "Sister, you eat it."

Lin Qianqian looked at the egg, then at Lin Yulong—the boy stared longingly at the egg, his Adam's apple bobbing, clearly showing his craving.

She didn't refuse.

The original owner was seriously injured and lost so much blood, so he definitely needed to be replenished.

She opened her mouth and ate the egg.

The egg white was tender and smooth, and the yolk was fragrant and glutinous. When she swallowed it, she was almost moved to tears—the first decent meal she had since transmigrated was an egg.

After finishing the egg, she started munching on the pancake.

The pancakes weren't so appealing.

It was dark and had some kind of shell mixed in; it was rough on the throat and hard to swallow. She chewed for a long time before finally managing to swallow a mouthful.

Lin Yulong, on the other hand, was eating with great relish, wolfing down his food as if it were some kind of delicacy.

Lin Qianqian looked at him, her heart aching.

What does this child usually eat? It's probably ten times worse than this pancake.

She took two bites and handed the pancake to him, saying, "I'm full, you can eat this for me."

Lin Yulong was taken aback, then quickly waved his hand, "Sis, I've had enough, you eat!"

"Ah Long, I really can't eat anymore," Lin Qianqian said again.

Lin Yulong looked at her; she didn't seem to be lying. He then took the food and popped it into his mouth in a few bites.

One pancake isn't enough. He's just a teenager, the kind who could eat his father out of house and home; he's at the age where he needs to eat a lot. But he knows that Aunt Ding's family isn't well-off either; with three teenagers, food is precious. Giving them two pancakes and an egg is already an immense kindness.

Lin Qianqian leaned against the wall, watching Lin Yulong eat.

Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, illuminating his face.

The nine-year-old child was so thin that his chin was pointed, and his face was covered in bruises. But when he ate, he was like a little wolf cub, sucking even his fingers clean.

She suddenly realized that she needed to take good care of this younger brother.

She's not picky about food and is quite sensible, but it's a little heartbreaking.

We can't let him go hungry anymore.

The separation of the family is urgent.

It will begin tomorrow.