Not As Important As The Game

"Yes, sure," said Yunsha as she nodded with the bag in her hand. She looked at CI Xingzhong's lips and wanted to say something, but she stopped herself. Could it be that third brother had been cursed with a chatterbox curse?

The gift box was sent out. It should have already taken effect.

CI Xingzhong sent Yunsha out of the room. "Good night, Yunsha."

"Good night."

...

After Ci Xingzhong had sent Yunsha downstairs, he closed the door with a slightly excited expression.

CI Xingzhong was a very special person.

From a young age, his brain circuits were different from that of ordinary people. When he answered people's questions, his thoughts were out-of-the-box and strange. Every time he wrote out the answers in test papers, it was completely different from other people's correct answers.

Among the several children of the Ci family, Ci Xingzhong was the only one whose grades were so bad that his father could not look at them.

During his exams, all Ci Xingzhong was able to do was interpret all the words he saw into different delicacies.

So much so that his final composition was a completely meaningless essay or perhaps not even an essay at all. It was like someone randomly flipped through a dictionary and wrote the first words he saw, and finally, pieced together sentences that had zero coherentce. Even any two words that he picked that were close together still could not form familiar phrases. No one could understand what he was trying to say, however, Ci Xingzhong would still explain himself very seriously, "This is what my composition means..."

The explanation was very clear.

The teacher looked at CI Xingzhong with a complicated expression.

After the incident, Ci Yanqing took his son to check his IQ, head, and vision, but the results showed that the child was normal. His IQ was even higher than the average person.

Ci Yanqing seriously suspected that the messy composition was a prank written by his son.

However, this kind of thing only happened once.

Just like now, because he could not get to the main point of the problem, Ci Xing completely ignored the "Curse of poverty and hunger" mentioned by the system. He was asking in his mind about how to learn how to cook tonight.

As long as it was something related to cooking, Ci Xing was very positive.

So much so that he even ignored why the system was so good to his sister.

"The 'Book of Saliva' will continue to provide the host with abundant energy. The host can be at ease tonight and boldly use his own kitchen to cook. The system will guide the host and help the host become the greatest God of Cooking!"

The last sentence was full of cadence and fighting spirit.

"The god of cooking cooks very delicious food, right? How delicious is it?" Ci Xingzhong asked the question that he was most concerned about.

He did not mind being a chef. Ordinary delicacies were no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.

"Of course, the 'Book of Saliva' was created by the previous God of Cooking to sum up the lessons and experiences of failure. The delicacies recorded in this book would be enough to make people drool after making it, so it's called the 'Book of Saliva'."

"Really?" Hearing the system say that, Ci Xingchong was already drooling himself.

...

Yunsha returned to her room. After showering, she changed into her pajamas and lazily laid on the soft and comfortable bed. She hugged the pillow in her arms and sighed, "Only second brother and fourth brother are left..."

Fourth brother was away in school, and it was not a holiday yet. He probably would not be able to come back, so Yunsha sent a message to her second brother.

Second brother was playing a game and did not reply.

Yunsha sent a few messages on and off again.

Her second brother, who lived far away on an island, had lost more than ten times in a row while playing games. His state of mind was befuddled and he was always very annoyed. He looked at the messaging app on his phone and immediately blocked Yunsha without saying a word.

His second brother's creed in life was, in order to play games well, he would not even acknowledge his family. When any message was sent to him, he would act as if he had not heard it.

To sum it up, when he was in a bad mood, he dared to block literally anyone. When he was in a good mood in the future, he would add them back.

A sister?

Not as important as the game.

Yunsha sighed. "Okay, if you are not in a hurry, I am not in a hurry. The gift box in my head is not a problem. Just leave it there."