"What are you doing?" the man's deep, magnetic voice rang out.

The girl smiled and turned around, "Brother."

The man had a pair of deep, sharp eyes, like a vast, calm ocean.

His sharply defined features, sword-like eyebrows, thin lips, and a straight nose made his face look handsome and refined, not effeminate, but exquisite. His tall and slender figure exuded a strong sense of dominance, and even when he restrained himself in front of girls, he was still incredibly imposing.

His well-fitting and crisp military uniform accentuated his already outstanding temperament, making him appear even more resolute and upright, like a pine tree, solid and reliable.

The man took the data bowl from the girl's hand with his long, slender hand, and without caring whether she had drunk from it before, he took a sip himself.

Then, a pause, another sip, an eyebrow raised, another sip, and another sip.

"Brother, that's what I drank! Stop! That's mine!" The girl was frantic, her voice rising with excitement and almost cracking. She was really worried; she had only taken two sips and she was about to die.

The man drank the last drop of water from his bowl, chewed the meat in it, and casually replied to the girl, "You're my own sister, I don't mind."

"..." The girl gritted her teeth. Was it a matter of whether she disliked it or not? It was a matter of her wanting to drink it too. There was only so much of it, and she couldn't bear to drink it herself, yet...

The girl's eyes reddened slightly with anger. After finishing his soup, the man's deep eyes swept over the girl. "Here's 200,000 star coins for you."

"As a marshal of a nation, is it appropriate for me to fight with my sister for food at home?" He gritted his teeth.

"If you don't tell me, how will I know? I'm going upstairs now," the man replied casually, and started walking upstairs.

Looking at her back, which attracted attention even as she walked, the girl gritted her teeth in resentment, "If you weren't my brother, I would definitely smash your head in."

The man continued upstairs at his own pace, entered his room, and the moment the door closed, a pair of shiny black ears and a tail sprang out.

The man covered his face with his long, slender, fair right hand, but his exposed ear was a translucent red.

As the marshal of the Third Army of the Empire, a man who oversaw everything, he always prided himself on his strong self-control and never imagined that one day he would be defeated by a bowl of data soup.

Because of those few sips of soup, he couldn't help but want to transform into a beast. The impulse he had been trying so hard to suppress finally burst out the moment he hit the door.

He was completely helpless about his own reaction. He strode into the bathroom, took a shower, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and did everything in one go, trying to ignore his ears and tail. He had a lot to do tomorrow, and he had finally come back, so he should get some rest.

When Si Yuling woke up the next day and saw the sun high in the sky, he was silent. He hadn't slept so soundly in years. It was as if he had closed his eyes and opened them again, and it was already dawn. Yet, he felt better than ever before.

He sat up and tried to use his ice element. Instantly, a small iceberg appeared on his finger, but the usual feeling of stagnation did not appear.

Was it that bowl of soup? With slender hands, she lifted the blanket, got up, and slowly washed up.

When he reappeared, he was still the same aloof and imposing Grand Marshal Si Yuling. Yesterday, I glanced at his live stream and saw that it was called "A Little Bit of Food".

Si Yuling opened his personal terminal, searched for the account, and followed it directly. His eyes were deep and unfathomable; he wanted to confirm the suspicion in his mind for himself.