I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2247 - 1431: Strengthening Bonds

Such a grand family.

Naturally, Martial Saint didn't delve deeply into any hidden implications behind his sister's words; instead, he felt secretly thankful.

Sis appears different from the past, now far more considerate?

See.

She's even ready to honor his preferences these days.

Back in the old days...

Haha, she would've skipped talking and just commanded him outright, forcing him to pack and relocate without any chance to resist.

Hmm.

He could indeed dig in his heels and head back to the village for farming, wielding that hoe with even greater vigor.

"Sister Liuli has already picked up poker, yet we're missing one player. Oh! Sis, how about we play mahjong afterwards?"

To stop his sister from reconsidering, Martial Saint grabbed the opportunity to keep chatting, aiming to shift her focus.

Sichuan and Shu mahjong is famed nationwide as a regional treasure.

A household truly buzzes more with extra folks around.

Looks like this relaxed lifestyle offers plenty of vibrancy.

"How high do you plan to bet?"

Anyone could sense the lurking threat in his sister's voice; sure, her mood had improved, but he dared not overstep, lest they skip mahjong and target him instead.

Martial Saint let out an uneasy laugh, refraining from saying more.

The Cadillac came to a halt.

Martial Saint flung the door wide and leaped out like a man freed, remembering to snatch his backpack.

Lan Peizhi exited as well.

"Sis, head inside."

Martial Saint felt shocked, questioning if he'd imagined it; a subtle look of "distress" flickered across his sister's features.

Yet it vanished in a flash.

After his urging, Lan Peizhi didn't hesitate outside anymore, walking right in.

"Sister Shuru, Sister Liuli, we're home!"

Duanmu Liuli had good cause for not fetching Martial Saint from school; beyond buying ingredients, she was preparing dinner, and astonishingly, Li Shuru joined her in the kitchen.

Even though Lan Peizhi had visited before, she still acted with full courtesy.

"Miss Lan, please sit; it'll be done shortly."

Spotting the brother and sister return, Li Shuru hurried out to welcome them, still wearing her apron over office clothes, sleeves pushed up, hands likely oily as she wiped her brow with her forearm.

This moment.

Authentic, yet surreal.

Ignore the status; just ask Zou Ran if his mother would ever cook herself?

"Martial Sister."

Duanmu Liuli emerged too, growing ever more courteous.

Lan Peizhi gave a nod.

"No worries. I'll look after my sister. Need a hand?"

Martial Saint slung his backpack onto the marble counter, brimming with eagerness; he belonged to this expansive household, after all.

"No thanks, ten more minutes."

Li Shuru headed back to the stove alongside Duanmu Liuli.

All settled into their roles, handling duties smoothly.

"Sis, what would you like to drink?"

Playing perfect host, Martial Saint added, "Want me to make some tea? Top-grade Iron Goddess of Mercy."

"Thanks, but I'm not thirsty."

"..."

Feeling sheepish, Martial Saint stammered awkwardly, "Sis, what's with this? Why act so distant?"

"Isn't this your place?"

What on earth.

So touchy.

Martial Saint realized his sister held onto his car remark, hastening to fix it: "Sis, treat this as your home too!"

"Go finish your homework."

Lan Peizhi instructed.

"Dinner's almost served."

"Then pitch in!"

"Oh!"

Martial Saint stood puzzled, unsure how he'd irked his sister once more, inwardly griping that mature ladies proved tricky to satisfy.

Not like those schoolgirls.

So straightforward and adorable.

"What're you mumbling?"

"I wasn't mumbling!"

Martial Saint's heart skipped, sighing that his sister possessed true Fiery Eyes, piercing straight to his secret musings.

"Sis, you rest; I'll assist."

Martial Saint avoided dawdling, darting into the kitchen fast.

"What brings you here? Go keep Miss Lan company."

Li Shuru directed, managing the ladle.

"My sister requires no company."

Martial Saint scanned about, then locked eyes on Sister Liuli: "Sister Liuli, any assistance needed?"

Duanmu Liuli chopped cucumbers—not ordinarily, but with those flashy TV chef knife techniques, leaving the veggie whole-looking until tugged, revealing one endless strip.

Martial Saint had seen this trick before, frequently pondering how such prowess fit cooking poorly, suiting skinning far better, bound to thrill anyone on the receiving end.

"Set the tableware."

Duanmu Liuli spoke bluntly to him, solidifying their bond in everyday moments.

"Got it!"

Martial Saint, clearly outmatched for elite chores, took on basic ones instead, finishing quick with plates and utensils before sidling up: "Sister Shuru, did you summon me?"

Li Shuru eyed the bubbling, mouthwatering health soup in the slow cooker, offhandedly replying, "Yeah, so?"

Martial Saint ogled the alluring broth, "Sister Shuru, what prompted you to suddenly ask my sister for a visit?"

Hearing that, Li Shuru glanced over briefly, "You against it?"

"Never."

Martial Saint denied fast, "I'd welcome it anytime."

"Then what's your point?"

"Sister Shuru, come on, what point? I'd love Sis visiting daily."

"For real? With Miss Lan around every day, your easy times would vanish."

Li Shuru's lips quirked faintly before she checked the soup again.

Something feels wrong.

Martial Saint began grumbling inwardly once more.

Sister Shuru acts overly casual?

No real haste.

Was it just his suspicion?

"Sister Shuru."

Martial Saint edged nearer to Li Shuru, sneaking a soup taste.

"You called Sis without pressing issues? Spill if there's trouble; I might assist."

Boldness counts as a strength here.

After his sip, Li Shuru killed the flame, "Grab a soup bowl."

"Eh!"

Martial Saint obeyed at once.

Li Shuru poured out the full pot into the bowl, "Focus on studying hard now."

"I'm giving it my all."

Martial Saint insisted firmly, fully embracing family membership, eager to pitch in genuinely.

"Sister Shuru, tell me ahead if you need Sis's aid. I lack power, but I know her well—could offer some sway."

True sincerity moves hearts.

Li Shuru merely smiled quietly.

Martial Saint gazed at her beseechingly.

"Nothing major, merely chatting with Miss Lan."

Li Shuru dried her hands on the apron.

"Bring the soup out."