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

What a big family.

Martial Saint naturally didn’t ponder the potential hidden meanings in his sister’s words too deeply; he was secretly feeling grateful.

Sister seems to have changed from before, becoming more understanding?

Look.

She’s even willing to respect his wishes now.

If it were before...

Haha, she wouldn’t waste words on him, just give orders directly, making him pack up and move without an ounce of resistance.

Hmm.

He really could stiffen his neck and return to the village to farm, swinging the hoe even harder then.

"Sister Liuli already learned how to play poker, but we’re still short one person. Oh! Sis, why don’t we play mahjong later?"

To prevent his sister from changing her mind, Martial Saint seized the moment and continued the conversation, trying to distract her attention.

The Sichuan and Shu mahjong culture is nationally recognized as a local specialty.

A home really is livelier with more people.

Seems like the leisure life is quite colorful.

"How big do you want to play?"

Even a fool could perceive the undercurrent of danger in his sister’s tone; although she was in a better mood, he couldn’t push his luck, or they might not be playing mahjong but rather himself.

Martial Saint awkwardly chuckled, not daring to ramble further. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The Cadillac stopped.

Martial Saint immediately pushed the door open and jumped out as if rescued, not forgetting to grab his backpack.

Lan Peizhi also got off.

"Sis, go on in."

Martial Saint was surprised, doubting if it was an illusion; he seemed to see a faint expression of "troubled" on his sister’s face.

But it was only for an instant.

Upon hearing his prompt, Lan Peizhi no longer lingered at the door, stepping inside.

"Sister Shuru, Sister Liuli, we’re back!"

Duanmu Liuli not picking Martial Saint up from school had its reasons, not just shopping for groceries, but she was also cooking, and surprisingly, Li Shuru was in the kitchen too.

Though Lan Peizhi wasn’t a first-time guest, she still showed proper respect.

"Miss Lan, have a seat, it’ll be ready soon."

Seeing the siblings arrive, Li Shuru immediately came out to greet them, apron still over her work attire, sleeves rolled up, hands possibly greasy, she rubbed her forehead with her arm.

This scene.

Real yet absurd.

Forget the conditions, ask Zou Ran just now if his mom would personally cook?

"Martial Sister."

Duanmu Liuli also stepped out, becoming increasingly polite.

Lan Peizhi nodded.

"It’s okay. I’ll entertain my sister. Do you need any help?"

Martial Saint hung his backpack on the marble countertop, showing great enthusiasm; after all, he was part of this big family.

"No need, give us ten more minutes."

Li Shuru returned to the stove with Duanmu Liuli.

Everyone back in place, minding their responsibilities.

"Sis, what do you want to drink?"

Martial Saint, acting the gracious host, "Should I brew you a cup of tea? Superior Iron Guanyin."

"Thank you, I’m not thirsty."

"..."

Martial Saint, embarrassed, awkwardly, "Sis, what’s up. Why so formal?"

"Isn’t this your home?"

What the heck.

Why so petty.

Martial Saint knew his sister took to heart what he said in the car, quickly remedying, "Sis, you can consider this your home too!"

"Go do your homework."

Lan Peizhi said.

"We’re about to eat."

"Then go help!"

"Oh!"

Martial Saint, baffled, wondered why he rubbed his sister the wrong way again, finding himself blaming women of a certain age for being hard to please.

Unlike the school girls.

So simple and cute.

"What are you muttering about?"

"I wasn’t muttering!"

Martial Saint’s heart tightened, lamenting that his sister truly had Fiery Eyes, able to see through his innermost thoughts.

"Sis, you sit down, let me help."

Martial Saint dared not linger, quickly slipping into the kitchen.

"Why are you here? Go entertain Miss Lan."

Li Shuru instructed while handling the ladle.

"My sister doesn’t need entertaining."

Martial Saint looked around and fixed his gaze on Sister Liuli, "Sister Liuli, need any help?"

Duanmu Liuli was slicing cucumbers, don’t be mistaken, it’s not the usual way but the kind of knife skill presented on culinary shows, making a whole cucumber seem intact but, when pulled apart, transforms into a continuous line.

Martial Saint wasn’t witnessing such a feat for the first time, often thinking this skill isn’t suited for cooking, better yet for flaying, definitely making whoever experienced it feel ecstatic.

"Go set the chopsticks."

Duanmu Liuli didn’t hold back from him, neatly establishing her companionship with Martial Saint most of the time.

"Okay!"

Martial Saint, obviously unable to handle such advanced tasks, settled for simpler work, swiftly completed the job, setting the tableware, then slid over, "Sister Shuru, was it you who called me over?"

Li Shuru focused on the steaming, appetizing colored health soup in the crockpot, casually, "Yes, why?"

Martial Saint eyed the tempting soup surface, "Sister Shuru, what made you suddenly invite my sister over as a guest?"

At this, Li Shuru finally turned her head slightly, "Aren’t you welcoming?"

"How could I not be."

Martial Saint swiftly denied it, "There’s no way I wouldn’t welcome it."

"What do you mean then?"

"Sister Shuru, listen to yourself, what could I mean. I wish my sister could come every day."

"Really? If Miss Lan were here every day, you probably wouldn’t have any good days."

Li Shuru slightly curved her lips up, then resumed observing the soup’s heat.

Something’s off.

Martial Saint started muttering again.

Sister Shuru’s demeanor is too normal?

Hardly seemed urgent.

Could it truly be his paranoia?

"Sister Shuru."

Martial Saint leaned in closer, beside Li Shuru, while tasting the soup.

"Did you invite my sister over without any urgent matters? If there’s something, let me know, maybe I can be of help."

Confidence here is a virtue.

After tasting a bit, Li Shuru turned off the heat, "Get a soup bowl."

"Eh!"

Martial Saint promptly complied.

Li Shuru ladled the entire pot of soup, filling the bowl, "Your task now is to study well."

"I’m already trying hard."

Martial Saint, determined, truly considered himself part of the family, sincerely wanting to contribute.

"Sister Shuru, if there’s anything you need my sister’s help with, let me know beforehand. I might not have much influence, but I understand my sister, perhaps can help somewhat."

Sincere intentions genuinely touched people.

But Li Shuru only smiled silently.

Martial Saint looked at her plaintively.

"Nothing really, just bonding with Miss Lan."

Li Shuru wiped her hands on the apron.

"Take the soup out."