"Auntie, please try this beef stew with tomatoes. I've been simmering it for over an hour."
Gu Luo spoke as he ladled fragrant, steaming beef stew into the bowls of Luo Liang and Gu Feng. The rich aroma of the tender beef chunks, enveloped in piping-hot broth, instantly filled the air.
"Mom, Brother's cooking is seriously amazing! You should eat more!" Luo Shuling chimed in eagerly, playing the role of the enthusiastic cheerleader.
And she meant every word.
She and Gu Ximan now suffered from the same "condition"—they simply couldn't muster any appetite for food not cooked by Gu Luo.
"Hmm."
Luo Liang gave a slight nod, picking up a small piece of beef with her chopsticks and bringing it to her mouth with graceful composure.
Then, her eyes lit up—just for a fleeting moment.
But that brief spark was enough for the sharp-eyed Luo Shuling, as observant as a little fox, to catch.
Unable to contain her excitement, she asked triumphantly, "Mom, isn't it absolutely delicious?"
"Those so-called five-star chefs are nothing compared to my brother!"
As she said this, she cheekily gave a thumbs-down gesture.
Surprisingly, Luo Liang didn’t scold her for the impolite motion this time. Instead, she nodded again lightly.
"Not bad."
"Hehe, my brother is the best." Luo Shuling felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, as if the praise had been directed at her instead.
She knew full well that when her mother said "not bad," it was practically the highest praise. If Luo Liang gave such an evaluation, Gu Luo’s culinary skills must truly be unmatched.
"Is it really that good? Come to think of it, it's been a while since I last had Xiao Luo’s cooking," Gu Feng remarked before taking a bite of the beef.
The moment he chewed, the rich flavors and succulent juices of the beef exploded in his mouth.
"Wow!"
Gu Feng looked at Gu Luo in astonishment. "Damn, your cooking has improved so much!"
He then began enthusiastically serving Luo Liang more dishes.
Gu Luo simply smiled faintly, remaining perfectly composed.
He had finally confirmed that the skills and stats granted by the system couldn’t be taken at face value.
The so-called "Mastery in Cooking" wasn’t just mastery—it was practically like adding an addictive drug to the food. After just a few meals, people would get hooked, unable to resist.
And then there was that 9-point Charisma stat, which made him practically exude charm like a succubus.
Effortlessly, he had reached the level of being a heartthrob for young girls—the kind that could ruin a girl’s life with just one glance.
Not to mention the "Basketball Mastery." Gu Luo never expected he could sink half-court shots with pinpoint accuracy, almost as if it were a conceptual-level skill.
His "English Mastery" and "French Mastery" made him sound even more fluent than native speakers...
Yet, despite possessing such an overpowered system, all Gu Luo wanted to do every day was take good care of his little sisters and savor the joys of daily life.
Perhaps only a devoted siscon like him could be lucky enough to bind with a "Dote-on-Sisters System."
Keep the music playing, keep the spoiling going!
The incredibly delicious dinner soon came to an end in the warm and harmonious atmosphere of the family.
In the kitchen, soft light spilled across the floor as Gu Luo and Luo Shuning stood side by side, washing dishes. The sound of running water filled the air, and soap bubbles danced playfully between their hands as they scrubbed.
Luo Shuning suddenly smiled and said, "This is the first time I’ve seen Mother eat so much, especially at night."
"I’m glad Auntie enjoyed it."
Gu Luo chuckled, setting a clean plate aside. "By the way, before I came, did you always wash the dishes yourself, Shuning? Why not get a dishwasher?"
"Well... I think washing dishes after a meal feels very homely."
"Homely?"
"Mhm."
"You know what? Now that you mention it, it does have that kind of vibe." Gu Luo pondered for a moment and found her reasoning quite fitting.
It just went to show that Luo Shuning wasn’t like your typical pampered young miss.
She felt more like the girl next door—gentle, sweet, and genuine, without a trace of arrogance.
"Actually... at the start of the semester, I did consider buying a dishwasher to slack off sometimes." At this point, Luo Shuning stuck out her tongue sheepishly.
"So why didn’t you?"
"Because you came, Brother. I realized that washing dishes with you is something I really enjoy."
Hearing this, Gu Luo paused mid-scrub, feeling his heart melt.
Because he felt the same way.
Cooking and doing chores with a little angel like her? That was pure happiness!
"Me too."
The two exchanged a smile.
But just then, the image of the little devil popped into Gu Luo’s mind.
And suddenly, he had a headache...
Gu Luo sighed inwardly. There was no way around it—he had promised to take Luo Shuhe’s feelings seriously.
Take both?
Hiss...
No way... right?
Who would ever agree to something like that?
His headache only worsened.
Weird. He was sure he only had feelings for the little angel, so why was he even considering "taking both"?
Could it be... he was actually a scumbag?
Or was this just the nature of men?
No, no, better not dwell on it.
But Luo Shuhe was undeniably tempting—the kind who threw herself at him outright while deliberately hiding certain secrets.
It made him want to uncover them all.
Just like certain shameless authors.
To say there wasn’t even a tiny place for Shuhe in his heart would be lying to himself.
This was so hard...
Gu Luo couldn’t help but feel guilty toward Luo Shuning—and, at the same time, a little guilty toward Luo Shuhe.
How could he possibly have the best of both worlds?
Come on, brain, think!
"Almost done with the dishes?" Gu Feng’s cheerful voice suddenly rang out as he strolled into the kitchen.
"Shuning, Xiao Luo, after you finish, why don’t you join me for a walk?"
Luo Shuning didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she subtly glanced at Gu Luo’s eyes.
In an instant, they exchanged a silent understanding.
Then, she smiled and replied, "Sure, Uncle."
Huh?
As a seasoned expert in the art of doting, Gu Feng’s observational skills were nothing to scoff at.
He immediately noticed the unspoken communication between the two.
Why did they seem like an old married couple already?
Could it be...?
As if struck by a thought, he turned to Luo Shuning with a knowing smile.
"Shuning, has Xiao Luo been taking good care of you at home?"
"If he dares to bully you, just tell me. I’ll be the first to deal with him."
Luo Shuning hurriedly waved her hands. "No, no! Brother has been wonderful. He wakes up early every morning to make us nutritious lunches, always takes the initiative with chores, keeps the house spotless..."
Her words came out in a rapid stream as she sang Gu Luo’s praises in every possible way.
Meanwhile, Gu Luo stood there, slightly embarrassed by the flood of compliments.
Who could withstand such earnest admiration from an angel?
"I see."
After listening to Luo Shuning’s three-minute-long commendation, Gu Feng nodded thoughtfully, his gaze subtly shifting between the two.
In his mind, he had already drawn his conclusions.
He couldn't help but curse inwardly—that damn kid.
Then immediately followed it with another thought—just like me.
Thinking this, Gu Feng decided to give these two a little push.
He urged, "Gu Luo, hurry up and wash. We’re going to Donghu Park for a walk later."
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
