“Brother, are you really okay?”
Xu Moli’s eyes were filled with concern, studying Xu Xi’s expression carefully. She felt he was acting a little unusual.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Xu Xi reassured her with a gentle smile, reaching out to lightly ruffle her hair.
The world often feels filled with hardship, making monts of happiness seem surreal.
But now, Xu Xi was certain—this warmth, this beauty, was real.
Her soft, silky hair slipped through his fingers, the smoothness almost srizing.
“Speaking of which, Moli,” Xu Xi said, his tone casual yet curious, “there’s nothing serious between you and Yingxue, right?”
The girl hesitated for a mont, her eyes flickering briefly, but she composed herself and replied calmly, “It’s fine…”
“Really? That’s good.” Xu Xi smiled, but he could sense sothing was amiss.
There had clearly been so tension between his sister and the princess earlier, evident from Xu Moli’s imdiate suggestion of a sparring match.
Yet, seeing them return in good condition and interacting normally, he felt relieved.
“Did you et in Chaos?”
That seed plausible. Chaos might be vast and incomprehensible to mortals, but for omnipotent beings like his sister and the princess, it was no more than a garden to traverse casually.
“It’s fascinating how fate works,” Xu Xi mused, marveling at the coincidence.
He felt fortunate that there wasn’t any deep-seated animosity between the two. If there had been, it would’ve been a significant headache for him.
“Co on, Moli,” he said, smiling. “It’s ti to start tonight’s New Year’s Eve dinner.”
…
“Everyone, please take a seat,” Xu Xi said as the crackling of firecrackers echoed outside. He gestured for the three girls to join him at the dining table.
The feast before them was a masterpiece.
The tender ats and fresh vegetables exuded tantalizing aromas. The soups were rich and soothing, every dish a testant to Xu Xi’s cooking prowess.
“Brother, your cooking just keeps getting better,” Xu Moli said with admiration.
Even with her experience of heavenly delicacies in the fairy world, nothing compared to the warmth of her brother’s als.
“I agree,” Krisha said quietly, nodding in rare agreent with Xu Moli.
“Is it really that good?” Wu Yingxue asked skeptically.
In the third simulation, als had been basic and rough—monster at cooked without seasoning or care. She’d never had the chance to witness Xu Xi’s cooking skills then.
“Mmm… this is amazing!”
As she took a bite of the tender at, her eyes widened in surprise.
“Sir, you’re incredible,” Wu Yingxue exclaid, her voice filled with genuine astonishnt.
“If it’s good, eat more,” Xu Xi said with a soft smile, accepting her praise graciously.
The light above cast a warm glow, blending with the rising steam from the dishes, creating a cozy, dreamlike atmosphere.
Outside, the snow and wind raged against the windows, but the cold seed powerless to penetrate the warmth of the courtyard.
“Master, please eat more,” Krisha said suddenly.
She had just retracted her wand after subtly silencing the planet’s errant consciousness, ensuring the al remained uninterrupted.
Standing up, she carefully placed portions of food into Xu Xi’s bowl with steady hands.
The witch, once clumsy with chopsticks, had beco remarkably adept. Her movents were precise, as though every action carried profound significance.
“Thank you, Krisha.”
The gentle clink of chopsticks against the porcelain bowl filled the room as Xu Xi tasted the food she served, savoring each bite.
But soon, the atmosphere shifted.
Every ti Xu Xi finished the food in his bowl, another portion appeared—first from the witch, then his sister, and finally the princess.
It was as if an unspoken competition had begun, each of them trying to outdo the other in their care for Xu Xi.
Caught in an endless cycle, Xu Xi finally raised his hands in polite refusal.
“Everyone, please eat too. Don’t just focus on .”
Reluctantly, the girls complied.
With that, the New Year’s Eve dinner returned to a more natural pace. The tension eased, and the al beca a harmonious blend of flavors and conversation.
…
Half an hour later, the feast concluded.
Though much of the food remained untouched, the witch quickly took care of the ss with a wave of her hand.
The table was left spotless, with the bowls and plates neatly arranged as if the al had never taken place.
“Master, leave the cleanup to ,” Krisha said softly.
As always, she took the initiative to handle everything, finding quiet satisfaction in her role.
For the witch, these small tasks were not burdens—they were her purpose.
Despite Xu Xi’s repeated attempts to dissuade her, this was one thing she refused to let go.
“Thank you, Krisha.”
Xu Xi had other matters to attend to. He planned to return the paper flower stored in his collection cabinet to Wu Yingxue, as it had originally belonged to her.
But just as he stood to leave, he paused.
“I almost forgot.”
He reached into his space ring, retrieving two bright red envelopes.
“Moli, Krisha, these are for you,” he said, handing them over.
The girls looked at him, puzzled.
“This is your New Year’s money,” Xu Xi explained with a smile.
Though they were both far past the age for receiving such gifts, and worldly money held no aning for supre beings, Xu Xi still insisted.
It wasn’t about the money—it was his wish for their safety and happiness.
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