Chapter 65: Chapter 65: The Taste of Brother! (4k)
Today is Sirin's first New Year in North America, and she feels both familiar and unfamiliar.
Still decorated with the once-familiar New Year decorations, still the familiar table of dishes, but the celebration is no longer in Berlin...
This New Year is somewhat unfamiliar for Sirin. Because there are many guests in their home, it's a grand scene that has never happened in past New Years.
New Year is an important festival, symbolizing a new beginning and hope. Sirin used to celebrate it with her mother, but this is the first time Sirin is celebrating New Year with so many people, feeling both fresh and uncomfortable at the same time.
Sirin has moved for almost two months now but hasn't received any news from her brother Chase. Worried, she finally came up with a solution—
She wants to write a letter!
Sirin once again sits at her desk, and in front of her is a neatly arranged piece of stationery.
Unlike last time, Sirin is full of confidence this time!
She is no longer the Sirin who couldn't write a letter in the past. She has grown and surpassed herself.
In the past two months, whenever Sirin thought of her brother, she would take out the birthday gift Chase gave her. She would look at it carefully, read it meticulously, and even accidentally wrinkled the note with her own carelessness. She blamed herself for a long time, even thinking of getting up in the middle of the night to slap herself twice.
"Sirin's Happiness Magic." Sirin initially thought it was just a book Chase used to cheer her up, but unexpectedly...
It seems to be the real deal.
After two months of practice, she seems to have found a clue. Every time she recites the exciting yet seemingly lifeless spells from the book, she feels a kind of power being driven by herself. Although the feeling is not obvious, it is truly there.
Just because she said she wanted to be a magical girl like Theresa, her brother actually got her a magical girl training manual. He even specially wrote the title "Sirin's Happiness Magic" on it. Every time Sirin thinks about this, she feels a warm feeling in her heart, very happy, and can't wait to see her brother, give him a big hug, and kiss him hard!
Without thinking further, Sirin's emotions are already in place. She looks at the book on the table with her name on the cover, her lips unconsciously lifting, and she starts writing.
Since discovering that she is bad at writing letters, Sirin has deliberately learned how to write letters after coming to North America.
Many letters written by adults are too profound, and Sirin can't understand them, nor has she learned them. She can only compromise and choose a simpler one she saw in a textbook, a passage called "A Letter to Grandpa" by a child named Vanka:
"Dear Grandpa, Konstantin Makarich, I'm writing to you! I wish you a Merry Christmas, may God bless you. I don't have parents, only you as a relative."
Imitating that, Sirin starts writing:
"Dear brother, Chase! It's Sirin, your cute little sister! I'm writing to you! Wishing brother a happy New Year, hope God blesses you."
Sirin always thinks her brother is a funny person. He always smiles, likes flowers, and likes to bask in the sun. Of course, Sirin thinks her brother is most charming when he is busy in the kitchen wearing an apron because that's when she can often eat delicious desserts—caramel pudding, lava cake... Occasionally, there is chocolate ice cream, but this food was banned by her brother after autumn, with the reason being that one should not eat out-of-season food.
Sirin thinks it's okay to eat ice cream in other seasons, but no matter how she acts cute or cute, she can't shake her brother's firm determination. The wish for ice cream freedom has finally been shattered.
"Yesterday night, Sirin dreamed of brother again, dreaming that I was sitting next to brother, happily eating caramel pudding." (At this point, Sirin paused for a long time) "It's not that Sirin has a big appetite, Sirin just misses brother! I wonder if brother saw the farewell letter I squeezed through the door crack, maybe he didn't receive it, or maybe he did. What is brother doing now? Is he celebrating the New Year with Qi Yana and them?"
Sirin's hand holding the pen tightens slightly.
"Sirin has moved to a new home. There are many people at home this New Year, all of them are mom's friends. Sirin is a bit shy. She didn't have this situation when she first met brother. Sirin doesn't know what to do. Should I go out and say hello?"
"I really want to celebrate the New Year with brother and really miss brother."
"Brother, remember to reply after seeing Sirin's letter. Sirin is waiting for brother."
"Sirin doesn't like writing letters. Sirin still prefers to look into brother's eyes and talk to him in person."
"Your cute little sister—Sirin."
Sirin puts down the pen, carefully checks it several times, makes sure there are no typos, and then nods proudly.
Hmm, progress!
Sirin carefully puts the letter into the envelope, writes down the address of her brother's home from memory, and then puts the pre-purchased stamp on it. Only then does she consider her mission accomplished.
Sirin looks at the sky outside the window. The sky is already dark, and the houses around the street are adorned with shiny little lights, flickering, accompanied by music playing from who knows which house. It does have the atmosphere of New Year's Eve. Her mind can't help but imagine how Chase will react after receiving the letter.
Will brother be surprised by my letter? I can write letters now! And from such a distance!
Just as Sirin is still fantasizing in her room, her mother's call brings her back to reality.
"Sirin, come and help~"
"Coming, coming~" Sirin puts away the letter, runs out of the room, but when she sees the three guests in the living room, Tesla aunt and Einstein aunt playing around on the sofa, and Uncle Welt holding his chest and watching TV, a look of distress appears on her face.
Sirin is a bit shy, so she sneaks into the kitchen, wanting to seek some comfort from her mother.
"Hey, Sirin, you came at just the right time. Take this dish up." Seeing Sirin coming over, her mother is somewhat gratified, thinking that her daughter has finally grown up and knows how to help.
"Ah?" Sirin was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. She ran to her mother and took the bowl of food, walking out of the kitchen slowly.
She really isn't good at dealing with strangers (ó﹏ò.)
Sirin carefully placed the dishes on the dining table, trying to minimize her presence as much as possible. She thought that once she finished serving this dish, she would quickly run back to her little room, like a turtle retracting into its shell, hiding herself.
"Sirin, Sirin." Sirin, who had already placed the dishes, heard someone calling her and suddenly froze, turning her head to see.
It was a lady with short blue slightly curled hair and a doll-like round face. Sirin knew her—Aunt Einstein, her mother's friend.
"Aunt Einstein," Sirin greeted politely.
"Little Sirin, come over for a moment." Einstein's face carried a meaningful and gentle smile. She extended her hand and gestured for Sirin to come over.
Sirin, feeling shy, still walked over.
Einstein smiled and handed a gift box to Sirin. "Sirin, this is a New Year's gift!"
Sirin blinked, not expecting Aunt Einstein to call her over for this. She looked a bit dazed.
"Quick, open it and take a look!" Einstein clasped her hands together, tilted her head slightly, and smiled.
"Oh, okay." Sirin looked somewhat absent-minded, listened to Einstein's words, opened the gift box, and then froze.
In the box, neatly arranged, were a bunch of desserts. Sirin could even name each of them.
Caramel pudding, lava cake...
These were the desserts that Chase often made for her. Sirin thought she wouldn't be able to eat them for a long time until she met her brother again. However, she didn't expect to encounter them again here.
"Give it a try. I heard from your mom that you really like these desserts, so I specially bought them." Einstein smiled, and Tesla and Welt also looked over with curiosity and doubt.
Tesla didn't bring it up for now; she was a bit flustered lately because of Welt's changing attitude. She hadn't adjusted her mindset yet.
Welt, on the other hand, was full of doubt, pondering the truth of what Chase said.
["In our world, Sirin is the Second Herrscher."] Just because of this sentence, Welt gave up his rare vacation and came here to observe the suspected future Second Herrscher.
After observing for a while, he felt that Chase was engaged in online fraud.
How could such a good kid become a Herrscher?
"Taste it and see how it is." Einstein, seeing Sirin not moving, took a spoonful of pudding and fed it to Sirin.
Feeling the familiar taste in her mouth, Sirin suddenly shed tears for some reason.
(TN: Also crying, proof-reading this...)
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The Floating Island of Schicksal.
Today, Cecilia's home is lively. Siegfried is playing video games with Cecilia, Chase is roaming around in a wheelchair, and Kiana is sitting on Chase's lap cheering happily.
"Kiana, be careful. Don't hurt your brother." Siegfried is focused on playing "Kallen Fantasy," vowing to snatch the first bird seat from Otto together with Cecilia.
"I know, I know." Kiana's face is full of smiles. She replies to Siegfried, who is immersed in the game, and asks Chase, "Brother, can you add an extra seat to this wheelchair?"
"Ah?" Chase stops the wheelchair, and a rare clarity not belonging to his age appears in his eyes.
"Like those tricycles, add an extra seat on the side." Kiana jumps off Chase, stands on the ground excitedly, proudly raises her chin, as if she is satisfied with her clever idea. "By then, Brother will be the driver, and I'll use mom's weapon to beat the Honkai Beasts!"
"This way, Kiana only needs to focus on the battle and not worry about sudden attacks."
In that case, your brother will just die instantly. Chase complains in his heart, but the smile on his face doesn't diminish. "Kiana is really smart. I'll go ask your mom and dad to praise you!"
"Ah?" The husband and wife, who were attacking the leaderboard, turned their heads after hearing this, even ignoring the game. The clear blue pupils also revealed a foolishness that didn't belong to their age.
Is this really the suggestion of our daughter?
Cecilia secretly complained in her heart, but still smiled and hugged Kiana. "Kiana, the suggestion is very good..."
Kiana proudly raised her head, looking like a cute baby seeking praise.
"...Next time, don't bring it up again."
Kiana: O_o
"Okay, okay, it's about time to cook. Siegfried, stop playing and go cook!" Cecilia, holding Kiana, smiles.
"Ah?" Siegfried turns his head, asking him to cook?
"No need at all!" Chase quickly stops him. The level of cooking in the Kaslana family gives him the right to speak.
No one, more than me, understands Kaslana!
Siegfried is also relieved. He doesn't want the whole family to lie down neatly on the board on New Year's Day.
Kiana is also relieved. She is not a taste idiot like her mom, and her dad's cooking is really inedible... Although her mom's cooking skills are not good either.
So, Kiana volunteered: "Let Kiana cook today!"
"No need at all!" This time, it's not Chase; Siegfried directly stops her.
Chase also timely added a stab: "Is Kiana cooking those instant noodles with apple, pineapple, and banana?"
Kiana was hit, sinking.
Chase looked left and right, sighed in his heart.
The whole Kiana family couldn't even come up with one person who could cook!
He sighed, feeling a bit tired, and said, "I'll go cook."
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In the end, Chase took on the responsibility of the New Year's dinner for the Kiana family. Originally, Kiana and the others wanted to help, but when Chase found out that they had handed him salt thinking it was sugar, he kicked this troublesome family out of the kitchen.
Never mind helping, mainly affecting the performance of my wheelchair.
Since the meeting with Welt, Chase has been a bit inconvenient in his actions. He even needs to use a crutch to walk. But with the deterioration of his condition, the crutch is useless now. Going out still requires a wheelchair, but fortunately, this doesn't affect his cooking.
[Culinarian (Blue): You are good at cooking, reaching the level of a special chef. (With a bit more effort, your dishes will shine!)] Chase, cooking in the kitchen, couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the simulator. Clearly, his body was in a sorry state, but it had no impact on his cooking skills, just like the Holy Blood of Schariac and the [Black Abyss White Flower] couldn't cure the Honkai disease on his body. That was truly the mystical power.
"Come help serve the dishes!" Chase finished cooking and shouted in the kitchen.
"Coming, coming!"
After the whole family brought out all the dishes, Chase smiled and looked at the desserts left in the oven. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind, so he quickly sent a message to Welt.
"I've sent some desserts to you. Don't you dare eat them; they're for Sirin."
Read but no reply.
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