Chapter 30 Blessing and Mediating Family Struggles [VIP]

357.

In the afternoon, I finally remembered why the pattern on Jason's ring looked so familiar to me.

Damn! Isn’t that the pattern on the blessing that the system showed me before?

I quickly released the system that was banned by me for adding fuel to the fire every day.

The system was resentful and said nothing. If it had eyes, it would probably be staring at me.

"Get me the system log." I said calmly.

LOL, does it think I'll apologize? No, I'll pretend nothing happened.

The system popped up a window, showing me the bold and capitalized words [Blessings are scattered within 3 meters of the host], and the words were about to hit me in the face.

"Can you detect what it is specifically?" I asked the system.

The system was very indifferent. It didn't chat with me, but just quickly brought up the detection interface.

"Back to life and death

Destiny: "Hunting"

Rarity: One Star

Effect: This blessing carries the power of the Hunting Star God. It allows the wearer's attack rhythm to align with the trajectory of fate. At critical moments, it increases the wearer's hit rate, delivering a thundering blow to the enemy and rewriting the course of the battle.

The Wanjian Sect probably wouldn't be able to detect anything specific. To prevent Jason from getting caught up with some shameless weapon enthusiasts, we should go get him back...

I said hello to the sect and brought Jason back overnight.

After talking to Jason, his eyes were full of resentment.

Oh, this isn't entirely my sister's fault. It's because the system was so annoying that I banned it. Otherwise, this problem would have been solved long ago.

358.

"How stupid has your broken system done?" Jason turned over on the sofa, holding up the ring that he couldn't remove.

"It's not the system's fault. It couldn't have predicted you'd wear it," I said, trying to smooth things over. "Besides, you put it on without even asking what it was. It's a gift from some special, great being. Anyone else would be so overjoyed they couldn't sleep."

"I don't care for this kind of fancy stuff," Jason snorted coldly. He tried to tug at the ring with his fingers, but to no avail. "If Tim hadn't been complaining about it, I wouldn't have bothered with this thing."

"Oh? So you're wearing this just to be angry?" Dick leaned on the back of the sofa, smiling broadly. "Xiao Jie, you really care about Tibao."

"Shut up, Dicky Bird! No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak!" Jason's expression turned bad at a speed visible to the naked eye. Based on my years of experience, I knew he was probably going to fight with Dick.

359.

"Okay, stop arguing." I snapped my fingers, signaling everyone to quiet down. "Let me see if I can just take this blessing back."

I moved closer to Jason, carefully observing the pattern on the ring, then reached out and gently pressed it on his back.

Jason frowned and stared at me with a wary look the whole time.

Hey! You're too lacking in confidence in me, aren't you? I wouldn't take advantage of this to do anything.

The whole family stared at me with an indescribable look.

What do you mean? What do you mean? Sister, I act very decently, okay?

360.

The system started working in my mind, and a familiar prompt sounded: "Confirm to recover the blessing - back to life and kill, do you want to execute?"

implement.

I chanted silently in my mind and felt a subtle energy wave flowing through my fingers into my body.

The light on the ring gradually dimmed, and finally returned to being an ordinary metal ring.

"Okay, you can take it off now." I patted Yu and motioned Jason to give it a try.

Jason tugged hard, half-believing, and this time the ring finally slid down smoothly. He froze for a second, then tossed the ring onto the coffee table with a look of relief.

"I won't touch these weird things next time." Jason sat up straight and said in a low voice, "Thank you," although his tone was reluctant.

361.

"Is this blessing still valid?" Tim stuck his furry head out from the stairs, having obviously just watched the whole process.

"Of course." I nodded. "I can take it out anytime and give it to whoever needs it."

"That sounds useful." Tim thought thoughtfully, "How about... I give it a try?"

"No." Bruce came over at some point and said firmly, "This kind of unknown power cannot be used casually."

I know, Bruce. I will quietly meet you in the Batcave at night and cordially invite you to study this blessing with me.

362.

As soon as the problem was solved, Jason started fighting with Dick in the training room under the pretext of "Look at what you learned when you went out."

Tim makes a bet with Stephanie that they'll each get crowbared.

They had separated, Dick was sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath, while Jason struggled to hold on to the wall, standing proudly.

"Hey, stop it." I walked over and pulled Dick up. "It's chicken day. If you keep making such trouble, it will be late."

"Roast chicken?" Jason's eyes lit up. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

He ran out with the towel in hand, and Dick followed closely behind him. The two of them instantly went from being at loggerheads to being close.

"So..." Tim poked his head out from behind the computer screen, "Why did they fight?"

“Sometimes, I shrugged and walked out of the training room.

363.

Dinner was as lively as expected.

In order to grab the last chicken leg, Dick and Jason openly started a tug-of-war on the dining table - one pulled the chicken bones and the other pulled the chicken skin, and neither of them was willing to give in.

"Can you please act like an adult?" Tim leaned back in his chair and tapped his plate with his fork. "If you keep doing this, I'm going to report Alfred."

"Shut up, you little birdie who only knows how to complain to others." Jason glanced at him. "If you don't understand the honor of being an elder brother, don't butt in."

"Is there any honor in being the eldest brother in this family?" Tim looked confused. "Besides, Dick is the eldest brother, right?"

"Whoever grabs the chicken leg will be the eldest brother!" Jason announced righteously.

"Then you've already lost." Dick took advantage of Jason's inattention and pulled the chicken leg out of Jason's mouth with a smile of victory on his face.

I looked up and grumbled while eating my own food, "It's really shameful. You two are the worst of the lot."

"What did you say?" Jason turned to look at me angrily, "Sis, why don't you try it too?"

"Sorry, I won't fight with you for the chicken leg." I waved my hand dismissively. "Ah Fu left me half a chicken in the kitchen. I ate it better than any of you."

Suddenly, everyone at the table looked at me angrily.

"I declare that you are the only bad person in this family." Dick complained while biting a chicken leg.

"Then I admit it." I chuckled and took a sip of the drink. "After all, I'm the smartest one in the family, and I'm also Ah Fu's favorite."

364.

Wayne Manor finally returned to a little quiet at night.

I was just about to make a cup of tea and enjoy this much-needed moment of peace when Dick came running over with his phone, a gossipy look on his face, and without a word, he pulled out Jason's trumpet and showed it to me.

On the screen was a picture of Bizarro holding a burnt roast chicken with a confused expression.

The photo was captioned: "The great grill expert, Bizarro."

"It's very Jason's style." I said, and then lightly swiped my finger downwards. Peking duck, Japanese ramen, Italian pizza... Basically, every time Jason and Bizarro ate a delicious food, they were keen to replicate it themselves.

However, Bizarro doesn't seem to have much talent in cooking, but Jason can cook it pretty well.

"Maybe our family can produce a master chef." Dick said with emotion.

"I'm glad Jason didn't inherit your and Bruce's culinary talents." I rolled my eyes. "If he were as innovative in the kitchen as Bruce, I might actually think there's a curse on the Wayne family."

"I'm not such a bad cook, am I?" Dick muttered as he took Yu Ji back and sat on the sofa. "But after he came back, the house feels more lively."

"It's too lively." I took a sip of tea and couldn't help but sigh. "Sometimes I feel like I'm running a kindergarten."

"Then you're the headmaster," Dick said with a grin, "and you get paid."

"Humph, Bruce's salary is never enough to pay for my emotional distress." I rolled my eyes. "They fight every day. Sooner or later, this house will be torn apart by them."

365.

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise of something falling down from upstairs.

"What's going on?" Dick stood up suddenly, looked at me, and we both rushed upstairs quickly.

As soon as I reached the second floor, I saw Tim and Jason standing in front of a pile of broken vases, with different expressions on their faces.

"I told you not to come." Tim crossed his arms and calmly took a sip of the Coke through the straw.

"You were the one who bumped into me first." Jason glared at him. "Hurry up and help me figure out how to deal with this."

"Who told you to be so quick?" Tim said, "Don't look at me, this is your own business."

"What are you doing?" I walked over and stared at the pile of broken pieces. "Afu really likes this vase."

"Uh..." Jason was suddenly speechless, and Tim looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Go ahead." I crossed my arms, waiting for their explanation. "If you don't, none of you will be able to sleep tonight."

"It was just an accident!" Jason surrendered. "It really was an accident. We were practicing our reaction speed, and then..."

"And you guys ended up breaking the vase." I sneered. "Very good, Jason, you'll be in charge of accompanying Alfred to pick out a new vase tomorrow, and Tim, you'll be in charge of mopping the floor."

"Why me?" Tim's eyes widened. "It was obviously him—"

"If you two hadn't been messing around, would the vase have broken?" I raised an eyebrow. "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

"...Got it." The two of them lowered their heads helplessly and began to clean up the mess.

"It's really a worrying thing." I sighed, turned around and went downstairs, ready to drink more tea to cool down.

366.

Before my tea was even brewed, I heard Stephanie's scream again above my head.

"Tim! Did you touch my nunchaku?"

"No!" Tim's voice came from upstairs. "Why do you always ask me every time you lose something?"

"Because it's always you!" Stephanie rushed down from upstairs, and Yu Li was still waving a wooden stick he had found out of nowhere. "Don't try to get away with it!"

I rubbed my temples, looked at her back as she ran down, and couldn't help shouting, "That's my stick, put it back!"

"Huh?" Stephanie stopped and looked back at Yu Li's wooden stick, her mouth drooping. "This... isn't a nunchaku?"

"Of course not. Where are the three sections?" I said helplessly. "Go find your things and don't rummage through other people's things."

"Okay..." She put down the stick awkwardly and ran back upstairs.

"I feel like I'm going to go bald sooner or later." I sighed and sat back on the sofa.

Bruce appeared at the door at some point. He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, watching everything with a calm expression.

"They are quite energetic." He said in a light tone, having long been accustomed to the chaos at home.

"You picked it up." I squinted my eyes at him. "You seem to be so carefree. Your house is about to collapse, and you don't even care?"

"It won't collapse." Bruce raised his chin, "Because you are here."

I wasn't happy at all to hear that, but... well, my resentment did subside a little.

"Ha." I sneered, "I don't want to take the blame for this."

"Don't worry." Bruce's mouth curled up slightly, "Even if it collapses, it won't happen in a day or two."

367.

At night, it finally quieted down.

I sat by the window drinking tea, looking at the moon outside the manor through the window. It was peaceful... a long-lost peace.

"Sister, are you still awake?" Jason's voice suddenly came from behind.

I held my forehead and knew that there would not be a single moment of peace that day.

I looked back at him, "Well, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I can't sleep." He came over and sat across from me, looking down at the tea leaves in the cup. "I've been having a lot of things lately."

"What do you want to say?" I picked up the teacup and asked slowly.

"Nothing special." He looked up, a hint of awkwardness in his blue eyes. "It's just... it's nice to be home."

Oh, seeing you like this, sister, I can forgive you for disturbing my peace.

I smiled and said, "Then come home more often. You know, the door of our home is always open for you."

"I know." Jason drank all the tea in one gulp. This kid who doesn't know how to taste tea, don't drink it if you don't know how!

Next, there was a constant stream of people around me.

Timmy, Dick, Stevie, and Cassandra sneak up to me and talk to me like they're punching in, and the key is that each of them drinks my tea in one gulp!

What a shame!

368.

The next morning, before I even got out of bed, Stephanie pulled me out of bed.

"Sister Leona!" She looked excited, her eyes sparkling. "Dick said he's going to make breakfast! Hurry up and take a look!"

"Who?" I blearily opened my eyes, making sure I heard correctly, "Dick is making breakfast?"

"Yes!" Stephanie nodded vigorously, "He said he wanted to give everyone a surprise!"

"Ah, I don't need this surprise." I turned over and tried to cover my ears with the pillow and continue to sleep. "Afu is still here. His cooking is the real surprise."

"But Alfu's gone shopping!" she said seriously. "Given our family's situation, if Dick fails, we'll just have to eat bread!"

Ah Fu is not here? Dick is really going to cook?

I woke up instantly and threw back the covers, "No, I can't let Dick ruin my morning!"

369.

When I ran to the kitchen, it was already a disaster scene.

Dick was stirring a pot of paste with a spatula, and the black smoke coming out of the bottom of the pot was almost turning the kitchen into the color of Gotham sky.

"What are you doing?!" I rushed over and grabbed the spatula. "Is this omelette or alchemy?"

"I just...wanted to make some simple scrambled eggs." Dick said innocently, "Who knew it would turn out like this?"

"What did you add to it?" I opened the refrigerator, trying to find some salvageable ingredients.

"It's nothing, just eggs, milk, and a little..." He looked down at the seasoning jar next to him, and his voice gradually became quieter.

"Anything else?" I narrowed my eyes dangerously, and Yu Li paused with the shovel.

Dick chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Maybe... uh... chili powder? And curry powder? And a little cinnamon? I can't remember."

"Oh my god." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Dick, are you planning on making scrambled eggs, or are you here developing new biological weapons for Gotham's criminals?"

"Don't be so harsh." Dick picked up the spoon and tentatively scooped a little and handed it to me. "Try it? I think the taste is... quite special."

I took a step back, my face defensive. "No, I think my sense of smell has been tortured enough today."

At this moment, Tim poked his head in from the kitchen door, pinching his nose. "Are you fumigating mosquitoes? I can smell it upstairs."

"Tibao, how can you say that!" Dick pointed at him, "I worked so hard to give you a surprise breakfast!"

"Frightened is more like being scared." I rolled my eyes and took the pot off the stove. "Okay, the kitchen is mine for now. Everyone, get out and don't make any more trouble for me. You, Dick, don't leave yet. Come here and clean the pot for me."

Dick and Tim were bickering while they cleaned the pot. I opened the fridge to see what else was in there, and Stephanie rushed in with a bag of flour.

"I'm here to help!" she shouted excitedly, with an expression of "I'm reliable" written all over her face.

"You'd better not be like Dick and make things worse." I couldn't help but complain.

"How is that possible!" Stephanie assured him, patting her chest, and then accidentally spilled half of the flour bag on the ground while opening it.

"Well..." I sighed, watching the chaos spread in the kitchen, "Until someone blows up the kitchen."

Just as he finished speaking, a slight "bang" was heard from the direction of the microwave.

“…Who put metal in the microwave again?” I held my forehead with my hand.

Kashan silently took two steps back from the microwave, while Yuri was still holding a smoking fork.

"I shouldn't say that." I shook my head helplessly.

370.

Bruce had just come down from upstairs when he saw us standing in the kitchen. Dick was washing the pot, Tim was watching the show, Cassandra was cleaning the microwave, and Steve was sweeping flour off the floor.

"Where's Ah Fu?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone schadenfreude filled with gloating. "He's not here, and you guys messed up the kitchen like this?"

"We're exploring new family cuisine," Dick said righteously.

"Well, it looks like it's working." Bruce glanced at the black goo in the pot. "But I suggest you don't let Alfu see this."

Just then, Jason walked in from the door holding a bag of potato chips and took a look at the situation in the kitchen.

"Looks like I missed a good show." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you need my help to place a takeout order?"

"How about you make breakfast?" I raised my eyebrows and motioned for him to take the spatula.

"Hmph, I don't want to." He sneered, "But I can show you my skills."

Jason picked up a frying pan and turned on the stove. Once the pan was hot, he poured in a little oil, which quickly spread across the bottom of the pan, making a slight hissing sound. He took the eggs out of the refrigerator and, with deft movements, cracked them one by one. The shells crackled in the center, and he gently tilted them over.

The first egg was cracked into the pan, the egg white sliding into the pan like silk, the edges slightly browned, exuding an enticing aroma. Then, another egg was precisely cracked into the pan, the yolk flashing and landing just right in the white egg white, forming a perfect circle.

The boiling oil in the pan gently slapped the egg whites. When they were fried until golden brown, Jason gently turned the handle of the pan to ensure that every part of the egg in the pan was heated evenly.

He didn't rush to flip it, but slowed down his movements and waited patiently. After a few seconds, the edge of the egg white had curled up slightly, showing an attractive crispness, while the egg yolk still maintained a perfect round shape and exuded a soft luster.

Next, he gently inserted the spatula into the pan and flipped the eggs with precise technique. The first yolk jiggled softly, the alluring yellow of the soft-boiled egg swirling within a thin membrane, glistening and inviting like a tiny sun. The other egg remained perfectly solid, its yolk still set, a healthy golden glow.

Jason looked proudly at his two eggs. The edges were crispy, the whites were golden, and the yolks were incredibly vibrant. He gently placed the fried eggs on a plate, patted them lightly with black pepper and salt, and garnished them with a few chopped chives. In that instant, the air was filled with fragrance and brilliance.

"How is it?" He looked up, his face full of pride, his eyes flashing with a confidence that "this is art."

The two eggs looked absolutely perfect, with golden yolks, soft yet delicately sweet hearts, and the whites just the right amount of crispness. Every bite was filled with rich, delicious flavor. It was completely tempting to savor them immediately, to feel the warmth and satisfaction.

We were silent for three seconds, and then the whole audience cheered for Jason's wonderful performance.

"Jason, I declare you the new head chef of this kitchen!" Dick shouted while clapping.

Then I forced Jason to finish the breakfast with me.

371.

We made a simple fried egg, bacon and toast and everyone enjoyed it very much.

"Sister Leona is still the most reliable. Of course, Jason also seems to be much more reliable than Dick." Stephanie sighed while chewing on toast.

"So, Dick, don't mess around next time." I glanced at him sideways. "If you want to cook, you have to learn the basics first."

"Okay, okay." Dick surrendered. "I'll be more careful next time."

"There won't be a next time!" Everyone at the table said in unison.

Dick immediately covered his heart with a hurt look on his face, "You guys are a bunch of people without dreams!"

"It's okay to have dreams, but don't use our stomachs as experimental fields." Jason added with a pout, and continued to eat his bacon.