Xyrin Empire-Chapter 726: Daily Routine, Visitors, Ultimate Chef

Lin Xue really knew how to deliver a critical hit at the most pivotal moment. Just when I was finally feeling sentimental about our carefree life, did she really have to stab me so early?

Can’t a person even take a break anymore?

"Well, you’ve been idle for quite a few days now. It’s about time we get moving," Miss Lin said with a mischievous grin, twiddling on my thigh. This action was definitely not one of flirtation; she was merely doing it casually. "Don’t worry, Wood, we’re not going to war this time, it’s something good—but still, old rules apply. I won’t say a word about non-crisis matters to avoid future chaos. Anyway—you’ll find out soon enough."

"That’s somewhat comforting." I pinched Lin Xue’s cheek, which was still bearing that mischievous smile, and she immediately gently grabbed my hand and bit out a Rolex.

Seeing that it was getting late, I turned my head to find Little Qijing on the side, digging and burying leaves. I called out to her, and the little girl immediately bounded over joyfully, slapping the mud off her little hands which immediately dropped to the ground, dirt-free. She hadn’t learned much else, but she’d already mastered Alaya’s self-cleaning method.

The Imperial Princess, being forced to play with mud in a roadside park, might seem unimaginable to many, but it can’t be helped. Little Qijing might be interested in something because this spiritual girl, born in a bizarre way and in an unprecedented environment, is a miraculous creation. Even the erudite Sandora couldn’t predict how she would grow. For now, all I could do was to satisfy Little Qijing’s interests in the outside world as much as possible to help her develop a more complete psyche, at least enough to communicate with us normally.

"Come on, let’s go home."

I reached out and picked up the lightweight spiritual girl, who immediately began giggling and wriggling around on me, playing her daylight ghost game thanks to her intangible nature. I quickly checked our surroundings—this ancestor here, if someone saw her, it would scare plenty of people to death with heart attacks.

"Let’s go home—let’s go home!" The little girl, who couldn’t really speak yet, repeated the phrase she heard, reaching out to tug at Lin Xue’s hair, who was just standing up, "Mommy, let’s go home!"

Immediately there was a commotion, and Lin Xue ended up sprawled on the ground by the chair leg.

"Wood! You dare say you didn’t teach her this?"

"Of course not!" I frantically helped Lin Banxian up while dodging her direct punch and left hook. "I have no idea what’s with this girl—she just seemed to know everyone’s identity or traits around her. The first time she saw Boli Lingmeng, she yelled out ’City Manager,’ even though she had just learned the word."

"Really?" Lin Xue looked at Little Qijing skeptically. The latter’s only eye shone brightly at the "mommy" in front of her. The little girl was quiet for a few seconds before happily waving her little arms to grab at Miss’s nose. "Hehe, Demi Immortal!"

Lin Xue reacted as expected: a direct punch slammed into my ribs.

"I think I understand now," Miss said, grinding her teeth with every word, "She’s your schizophrenic fragment, a subconscious keeping your views of the outside world. So it’s not so much that the child knows everyone’s identity around her, but rather she knows how you perceive everyone and then makes a guess on how to address them—explain just what ’Demi Immortal’ means!"

I muttered, "Didn’t she just call you ’mom’ a moment ago?"

Instantly, Miss’s face flushed, now she understood why Little Qijing suddenly considered herself a mom; the haughty Miss reacted in her usual way to such external stimuli, leaving several more Rolexes on my arm...

"I say, Wood, can’t you have someone redesign this old clunker?"

While driving the BMW Seven Series back home, Lin Xue sat in the passenger seat and once again complained about the appearance of my trusty steed, "It looks like something left over from World War II. It used to be that at least the back door could close properly, but now with a new vector stabilizer added, it’s asymmetrical!"

As I looked back at the back half of the vehicle through the rearview mirror, I had to say, this piece of junk was getting more and more dilapidated. The warships built by the Empire were majestic and imposing, but their small-scale transport vehicles were as shabby as they come. To ensure that the Leader’s vehicle had the most powerful performance, they really gave up on "appearance," a thing of little practical value.

"Do you think I don’t want this piece of junk to look a bit better?" I muttered a little gloomily, "A few days ago, I had Taville help design a retrofit plan that wouldn’t reduce the seven trillion performance. When I saw the design, driving it on the main street and straight into Nanshan Cemetery, I’m afraid no one would stop it..."

Lin Xue sighed deeply at that moment, "You should find someone reliable."

"However, having an ugly appearance isn’t without its benefits," I thought about it and comforted myself quite well, "The biggest advantage of this car is that absolutely no one blocks the road in front of us when we drive on the street, just watch—"

In the midst of our conversation, we had arrived at a busy section of the city, right in the midst of a minor traffic peak at noon. The main road was flowing like a stream, and our seven trillion-speed vehicle was skirting the laws of traffic as we slid forward, just like I said—any vehicle ahead of us, be it three-wheeled, four-wheeled, or sports cars, none with wheels failed to make way for us.

Lin Xue watched for a while and then figured it out, patting my shoulder, "Don’t feel too good about it—they’re afraid you don’t have brakes."

If you didn’t spell it out so clearly, no one would take you for an idiot!

Miss Lin sprawled very ungracefully in the passenger seat, muttering, "Sigh, in a few days I’ll show my sports car to those designers, I’m not asking for a Rolls Royce style, but at least remove those two chunks of reactive armor on the tail, it looks too much like a plaster."

I glanced at her, "Oh, a tycoon who drives a Rolls Royce around the city in freshman year?"

Lin Xue retorted, "With you standing here, are there still any tycoons in the world?"

The two of us bickered like this on a daily basis as we returned home. Girl Lin’s bad mood caused by once again witnessing something inappropriate for children finally dissipated completely. At the door, we happened to meet Du Dao Kazuko, who seemed to have been out grocery shopping, but I noticed she was also carrying a long cloth bag, and immediately thought she had been out righting wrongs again.

The most vexing thing was that the girl who swore to become an outstanding maid finally found her life’s purpose again. Somehow, I felt even more pressured: wouldn’t I often have to bail this girl out from the police station from now on? Why can’t we have a few normal people in the house?

"Master, mistress," Du Dao, with a smile as gentle as a Dahe Fuzi, opened the front door before me, "Welcome home."

"Wah—"

A world-shaking cry erupted just as the door opened, making me swallow back the words I was about to instruct Du Dao.

In the room, the sound of children wailing loudly filled the air, mixed with a hodgepodge of shouting, which I immediately recognized as Little Baobao’s voice; another voice was completely foreign to me, seemingly not one of the children from our house.

We hurried in, rushing straight to the living room, where the situation was immediately clear: Little Baobao was sitting on the carpet in the center of the living room, hugging a magic cube and crying her eyes out, Lady Shining busily trying to comfort her own little ancestor; sitting next to Little Baobao and wailing was a little blonde girl in a red short dress and a soft bun hat, whose most eye-catching feature wasn’t her sweet appearance but the strange wings growing on her back—an array of colorful crystals linked together into "wings" that trembled continuously with the little girl’s crying...

How in the world did this girl get here?

I looked up just as I was about to ask, only to see Shi Liu Ye Sakuya rushing into the living room—why was this chief maid of the Red Demon Mansion here, and now starting to busily soothe the second miss who was wailing in my living room—what on earth had happened while I was not at home?

Seeing Big Sister standing nearby, looking helplessly at the two little girls, I quickly leaned over and whispered, "Sis, what’s going on, how did Flandre get here?"

"Come to play with Little Baobao," Big Sister said, shaking her head, "you don’t know yet, the whole Red Demon Mansion has moved to Demon Town. It’s said that Remilia found out that the energy field near the Fairy Forest can suppress Flandre’s mania, so she used her battle honors from participating in the battles of Atlantis and all the demolition compensation to move her whole family over. This morning, Little Baobao went out for a stroll again, and ended up at the Red Demon Mansion, where she met this little girl..."

"Then you invited your new friend to come play at home, right?" I rubbed my forehead. It was obviously good that Little Baobao finally made new friends, but I had no idea who this girl might bring home with her usual wanderings.

"Ah, did they have a conflict?"

As I stepped forward to pick up Little Baobao, I asked in a tone that seemed worried like an old dad.

Big Sister shrugged: "It wasn’t really a conflict, but just now during playtime, Flandre suddenly bit Little Baobao, and then both of them started crying out in pain."

"I am terribly sorry for the trouble," Shi Liu Ye Sakuya finally managed to quiet Flandre down and quickly bowed in apology to us. The Maid Chief, strict with herself, felt extremely embarrassed that her mistress bit someone during her first visit to someone’s house, while the little girl who had just bitten someone and nearly knocked out eight teeth was wiping her tears and looking at us, sniffling and still curiously observing.

"I feel like something is off, isn’t it?" I whispered to Big Sister, tilting my head slightly, "I remember Flandre wasn’t like this on the battlefield of Atlantis, and considering her dangerous destructive power, would Remilia really allow her to come out?"

"As to the destructive power, it’s been sealed," Bingdisi’s voice arose from the living room door, "Monina helped with the sealing. Compared to the Dark Divine Race who possesses the talent of collapsing all forms, this little girl’s destructive ability is still a bit tender. As for this slightly troublesome child’s personality, it might be a side effect of the sealing, turning into a three- or four-year-old at times. That bite just now might have been a child’s instinct to bite when seeing something novel."

I thought about it but didn’t dare bring up Sandora as an example: The Queen herself mainly perceives the world by biting too.

Knowing the two little ones weren’t in much trouble put me at ease. By now, Little Baobao had calmed down, snuggling up to me and mumbling complaints, while Flandre covered her mouth, her eyes showing a very confused expression. It seemed like she was unsure how to switch her personality again. However, the conflicts of children come and go quickly. While the adults were still thinking about how to reconcile the two little girls, Little Baobao already reached out an olive branch to her new friend by throwing over a Magic Cube.

Flandre caught the flying toy and quietly thought for a moment, then finally clapped her hands: Better to just be a child! frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

And thus, the two kids were playing together again.

"Play together! Play with me!" Flandre clicked the Magic Cube in her hands, messing it up completely before handing it to Lady Shining, who was also sitting on the carpet and acting as the babysitter. Her voice was young and innocent, and Lady Shining’s face wore a conflicted expression. Honestly, babysitting Little Baobao was already the bottom line of her dignity, but now the girl in front of her was her little master’s friend. At this moment, she faced a choice: was dignity more important, or was her little master’s smile more important?

"Gooah!!" Little Baobao waved her arms, giving an order.

Lady Shining immediately knew that in fact, there had always been just one path in front of her.

"Gil, don’t spoil Little Baobao too much, being too indulgent isn’t good for children’s growth," Big Sister advised with a warm smile, "I didn’t spare Ah Jun when he was small either."

"Sis, why bring that up," I said, scratching my cheek awkwardly, while Gil, tears welling in his eyes, sighed heavily: "Ahh, that’s because you could take him on, I can’t handle this little tyrant."

Everyone: "...."

Watching the two girls and a babysitter enjoying themselves on the carpet, everyone felt touched and gratified, with Shi Liu Ye wearing a very sentimental smile: "To be able to play happily with others like this, it really fulfills my wish."

But no sooner had she finished speaking when Flandre suddenly let out a tremendous wail. This time, it wasn’t Miss Flandre attacking someone else, though; it was Little Baobao who, upon spotting a new friend’s twinkling crystal wings, finally couldn’t contain her innate instincts and lunged forward to pluck one off... Subsequently, the house was thrown into utter chaos.

It was no easy task to pry the closely clutched crystal from Little Baobao’s hands, and we were troubled over how we might reattach it. It was only after Bingdisi suggested and Shi Liu Ye Sakuya reminded us that the crystals weren’t naturally grown on Miss Flandre that we managed to glue them back with half a bottle of 502 glue. Flandre, curiously picking at her own "wings," realized the crystals felt even more securely attached than before and beamed joyfully.

Kids are really the ultimate troublemakers!

"You’re really patient, no wonder you can handle the role of a Dad so well."

Bingdisi, watching the two little girls play exuberantly in the living room with arms akimbo, couldn’t help but sigh.

"Normally, Little Baobao doesn’t have many friends," I smiled, "being constantly guarded by so many Imperial Soldiers. Who else would dare to come close, aside from the few at home who play with her? Not to mention, Lilina and her group do nothing but bully Little Baobao when they’re idle."

Speaking of Lilina really got my goat. She’s clearly an older sister type inside yet pretends to be a child – why the heck does she trick Little Baobao into trusting her, only to then steal her lollipops? Can you believe this is something an archbishop should be doing?

"By the way, I saw you coming from the kitchen just now. What were you doing?"

I glanced at the other side where the Red Demon Mansion Maid Chief was still in the living room, not having left despite our Miss causing continuous trouble. I remembered seeing her busy about and asked curiously.

"I was exchanging some insights on serving the master with Anwina, and I was also helping prepare lunch. After all, we are the ones imposing, so it would be really rude to just sit in the living room waiting for a free meal," Shi Liu Ye Sakuya said with a proper smile, "and, I think I finally saw what a truly excellent maid looks like—Anwina’s standards are much higher than mine."

I suddenly coughed, "Cough cough, you are the guest, don’t worry so much about the etiquette. Besides, you might not understand this, but I already knew about you—since when did the Red Demon Mansion’s Maid Chief feel lesser than others?"

"In other respects, I don’t know, but at least in cooking, Shi Liu Ye really lost to Anwina." The silver-haired maid shook her head and pointed to a large bowl of food on the nearby dining table that Anwina had just fried and set aside, giving off a faintly unusual but appetizing fragrance. It was almost time for the meal.

"It’s just a dish, and it’s already enough to impress Shi Liu Ye. A maid should indeed meet the master’s demand under any circumstances to be qualified. How did she make it?"

"What’s that?" Sandora wiped the corner of her mouth, her steps moving towards the dining table.

"It’s the isolated stir-fried high-low bar, Anwina said it was specially made for Lady Sandora."

"Pfft!"

My gosh—more deadly than yesterday’s mushroom stir-fried doorknob?

I looked at the dining table with a conflicted expression. By then, Sandora had already reached the bowl and was sampling it with chopsticks. Seeing her enjoying the meal with a satisfied look on her face, it seemed she quite liked the feast.

"Well, Miss Shi Liu Ye," I thought for a moment and still turned to remind the wistful Maid Chief seriously, "some things just can’t be forced. What Anwina did has already ventured into the mystical realm..."

Not just the mystical realm, sometimes I even wonder if Anwina had secretly mastered some method involving the laws of nature. Does she even believe in the conservation of mass anymore? It looks like a certain Ghost Maid and Sandora are really a perfect match. If our Queen is said to consume the whole periodic table with just her mouth, then Anwina belongs to those Divine-level Cooks who could randomly combine any symbols from the periodic table to create any substance—(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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