CHAPTER 314: CHAPTER 197: GU FAMILY DINNER, LIN ZHENGQUAN AT DEATH’S DOOR

Cezar was having dinner alone with the new housekeeper, leaving only a small shark in the crystal ball in the bedroom, watching the gradually darkening sky outside the window, all alone.

The night slowly enveloped the courtyard like a curtain, and its pupils dimmed accordingly.

Yaguba lay inside the crystal ball for a while, then closed its eyes, transferring consciousness to Unit One.

"Beep beep..." The notification sound came out, and Gu Wenyu picked up the phone beside his pillow and glanced at it while leaning on the headboard.

[Gu Qiye: You can come down for dinner, see if you can wake your sister up.]

Gu Wenyu yawned and got up from the bed immediately, walking out of the room.

He moved sideways like a crab, strangely crossing two steps in the hallway, stopping in front of the room next door. He raised his hand and banged loudly on the door, making a noise as if a demolition was taking place.

"Get up, Great Magician! If you want to sleep, wait until after dinner." He shouted while playing Minesweeper on his phone.

A moment later, a "thump" came from inside the room, like someone accidentally rolling off the bed.

Immediately, the sound of aggressive footsteps approached, as if a general from ancient times was about to lead troops to battle, taking those few steps in the Royal Palace to show to the emperor.

Finally, only a "click" was heard as the door handle was forcefully turned.

The door opened.

Su Zimai stood frozen behind the door, her hair messy, head drooping, like a lost soul fished out from some sulfur spring.

"I’m out—!" She raised her head, looking at Gu Wenyu with resentment. "Are you satisfied?"

Gu Wenyu glanced up from his phone, noting her dark circles: "Did you secretly meet with Black Cocoon last night? Your dark circles are so heavy."

Su Zimai rolled her eyes at him: "Last night, your dear sister went on a date with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and we even watched a movie called ’Jurassic World’."

Gu Wenyu rolled his eyes back at her.

"Did Sun Changkong and Mario agree to this? Miss Boss isn’t like you guys playing around with girls; she only dates handsome guys with abs, understand?" He secretly mocked in his heart.

"I’ll wash my face and go downstairs for dinner," Su Zimai said, "and don’t stand guard here, understand?"

"I’ll supervise you washing your face, afraid you’ll fall asleep in the bathroom."

"I should have acted heroically that day and watched you fall off the dove’s back."

"If I had superpower, the first thing I’d do is beat you up."

"Haha, too bad you don’t; if you were like the old brother and..."

Just then, Su Zimai suddenly covered her mouth.

"Like the old brother?" Gu Wenyu asked curiously, "Like the old brother what, diligent model student?"

"Nothing."

Su Zimai breathed a sigh of relief, quietly shifted her gaze, thinking it was fortunate that this second brother was simpleminded with low intelligence.

Before long, the brother and sister argued while heading downstairs, passing through the living room glowing with warm orange light, stopping to blow the fan before moving into the kitchen.

The two looked at the dishes on the dining table, sniffing the air, the rich aroma wafting towards them. Over the years, Gu Qiye’s specialties were always those ordinary home-cooked dishes like stir-fried potato strips, tomato beef stew, not those flashy showstopper dishes meant to impress on social media.

But the skill was exceptional, with color, aroma, and taste coming together perfectly, making it hard to feel tired of the food.

Gu Qiye’s culinary skills were originally learned from their mother. Every day after school, young Gu Qiye would scurry home, find a chair in the kitchen to squat on, holding his cheeks, and quietly watched Su Ying cook from behind.

Young Gu Qiye watched every movement, every detail of Su Ying’s cooking intently, her silhouette lit by the warm kitchen lights making it hard to look away.

Gu Qiye leaned against the sink, arms crossed, gazing absentmindedly at the twilight outside the window.

"Where’s dad?" Su Zimai asked as she looked for a place to sit.

Gu Qiye shrugged, taking off his apron as he said, "He’s not back yet, let’s eat first."

"Oh, okay," Gu Wenyu said.

"Big brother, your cooking is getting better." Su Zimai said with a mouthful of chopsticks, looking up at Gu Qiye, "After you retire, why not consider being a chef?"

"Big brother hasn’t even started working yet, and you’re already planning his retirement?" Gu Wenyu said, "That’s so you."

"Mind your own business."

Su Zimai glanced coldly at him, eagerly wanting to tell him that his good brother had already been working at the Mutants Association for several years, but unfortunately, Gu Wenyu had no idea.

At this moment, a sense of delight suddenly filled her heart, realizing she knew a secret identity of her brother that Gu Wenyu didn’t, a peculiar cohesion and sense of superiority made her lift her head joyfully to share a look with Gu Qiye.

Gu Qiye thought for a moment: "Then when I retire, I can open a small restaurant downstairs."

"I’ll definitely visit every day then," Su Zimai raised both hands in support.

"The question is, will big brother live until retirement?" Gu Wenyu suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Su Zimai was stunned.

Gu Qiye also tilted his head slightly in surprise, thinking whether Wenyu had figured something out?

Gu Wenyu said humbly: "No particular reason, I just feel like big brother is the type who’d work overtime, eventually working hard enough to burn out in an office."

Gu Qiye leaned against the sink, arms crossed, looked at his brother’s back with a helpless nod, thinking this brother was really mean, though indeed he was close to burning out from overtime.