Chapter 119: Draw Your Sword

The man in question didn’t quite know how to describe his current mood.

How had she figured it out? It was a long story.

Mo Si told Mo Chengyu to sit down. "Have a seat. I need to ask you a few questions."

"What’s the name of the... young woman next door?"

"Her name is Jiang Qiuqiu. Why?"

’Qiuqiu? Juju? So Qiuqiu is her real name, and Juju is her alias?’

Mo Si said nothing, but his eyes clearly held a story. There was no way Mo Chengyu was going to let her silent brother get away with that.

She mulled over their conversation and realized Mo Si’s curiosity about Jiang Qiuqiu was off the charts.

’And why did he suddenly relent and admit that Qiuqiu was the number one interstellar chef?’

’Big Bro couldn’t have possibly eaten Qiuqiu’s cooking, right? After all, their social circles didn’t overlap at all.’

’...Wait a minute.’

There are many small, subtle things in life. Without a catalyst, Mo Chengyu would have just thought this series of events was trivial and ordinary.

But once a catalyst appeared, it seemed to connect everything together!

’A while ago, after Mo Si got here, he suddenly came to borrow her large sensory screen, saying he needed it for... a meeting?’

’He always finished her spiritual guidance before eight every day. The one day he was late, he got angry. That level of punctuality—it was like he was rushing to make a specific time.’

’And then there was how he’d said Qiuqiu wasn’t the best cook in the entire interstellar space, with that tone suggesting someone else held the top spot! He didn’t know many people who cooked, and it was impossible for him to have gone out and found some hidden master. The only possibility was!’

’Livestreams!!’

She ventured a bold hypothesis: her dear big brother had, by pure coincidence, been watching food livestreams. Then he’d accidentally stumbled upon Qiuqiu’s stream, and just as accidentally, tasted her food.

And then became Qiuqiu’s loyal fan!

And then—

"I’m full."

"She’s not the best chef in the entire Federation."

"I don’t like it."

"I’m not going."

"I’ve already eaten."

Putting that together with her dear brother’s incredibly profound expression at this moment, Mo Chengyu—

—her eyes went wide, the corners of her mouth curling up in an incredulous grin. "Big Bro, Qiuqiu told me before that she livestreams her cooking on the Federation Star Network. You’re not... her fan, are you?"

Mo Si, sitting across from her, stiffened.

An Admiral does not lie. He only responds with silence.

His silence was a confession.

...

Mo Chengyu’s mood instantly soared. In a flash, all the caution she’d had when she first came downstairs vanished. She laughed in disbelief and said, "No way, no way! Big Bro, when I called you down to eat Qiuqiu’s food earlier, you said you were full. Don’t tell me you had just eaten the virtual tasting from the livestream?"

Mo Si still said nothing.

"!"

"Oh my god! So instead of eating her actual cooking, you secretly holed up in your room eating virtual data?"

"I’m flabbergasted. This is blowing my mind."

"Big Bro, how can you be so cute? This is the first time I’ve ever thought you’re actually pretty cute, HAHAHAHA."

Mo Chengyu laughed so hard she almost fell over. She just couldn’t believe such a wild coincidence could happen in this world.

As she was laughing happily, Mo Si suddenly stood up from across the table. He pulled a long, thin metal rod from the belt at his side. "Keep laughing."

"I’ll give you a ten-second head start."

"..."

"Big Bro, even if you hit me, I still have to say it!"

"It’s just too funny, HAHAHAHAHA."