003 The First Bombshell: Queen of the Kitchen
“Brother?”
Mo Mo turned around, looking at Mo Bai with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong? The way you’re looking at me seems a bit off.”
Mo Bai said nothing.
“It’s nothing, my silly little sister. I was just wondering if you’ve grown taller again.”
Mo Bai skillfully ruffled Mo Mo’s hair with his right hand while smoothly opening the refrigerator with his left, pulling out some ingredients. “Wash your hands; it’s time to prepare dinner.”
“Oh.”
Mo Mo responded softly, then padded over to the sink to wash her hands. Watching her slender back, Mo Bai casually asked, “Sis, what do you think about magical girls?”
Mo Mo paused in rubbing her fingers together with soap, then looked up. “Annoying.”
Mo Bai was stunned.
Could it be that his sister was about to confide in him, revealing how tormenting magical girls was so amusing?
Instead, Mo Mo turned her head, shooting him a resentful look. “I remember when I was little, you held me while watching Magical Girl Little ■, then you shouted about the hidden dark powers of the key...”
“All right, all right, you don’t have to say more,” Mo Bai quickly interrupted, preventing her from exposing his embarrassing past. “What I meant was, if magical girls appeared in real life, what would you think?”
“Real life?”
Having finished washing her hands, Mo Mo was carefully drying them with a towel. The crimson eyes of the rabbit embroidered on the towel seemed to stare at Mo Bai. “What do you mean?”
“Brother, have you been watching Magical Girl Little ■ again recently?”
“No, I’m watching something else—uh, cough cough...” Mo Bai nearly shouted the name of his beloved series in front of his yandere, brother-obsessed sister, so he hastily coughed to cover himself. “Don’t you want to be a magical girl?”
To dream of becoming a magical girl.
“No.”
Mo Mo answered decisively. “Brother, I’m not a child anymore.”
Mo Bai looked at her with affection. “How could that be? You’re only sixteen, still a child.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Mo lowered her head, whispering, “So, in your eyes, I’m still a child.”
Mo Bai was speechless.
This yandere streak was definitely increasing!
What was with the twinkling between them? Were they about to crank up the intensity? Surely, they were!
Because the yandere vibe radiating from Mo Mo was too conspicuous, Mo Bai couldn’t help but ask, “Mo Mo, what if I suddenly got a girlfriend and moved out...”
“Whish!”
Mo Mo deftly drew a bone-picking knife, her pale fingers sliding along the blade’s edge, gleaming with an eerie chill.
“Brother?”
“What did you just say?”
Mo Bai was silent.
“You must have misheard. I didn’t say anything.”
True to her golden brother-obsessed nature, Mo Bai dared not imagine what would happen if he suddenly disappeared—Mo Mo might just go berserk and slaughter 220 magical girls in a fit of rage.
Then she’d become a notorious villain.
But honestly, Mo Bai wasn’t surprised about Mo Mo’s brother complex.
Because he was quite handsome... cough, well, actually, it was because Mo Bai had raised her alone.
Like many protagonists in anime, Mo Bai had a sister and a house but no parents. When Mo Bai was still a child and Mo Mo was a little girl, their carefree mother had long since vanished without a trace.
Leaving Mo Bai with a house, a car, and a sister.
She even occasionally sent dreams asking how they were doing.
Mo Bai always told people that their mother had gone to sea to become a pirate, seeking the legendary “Ten Thousand Threads.”
“What about your father?” they’d ask.
“He died in childbirth.”
In short, Mo Mo was raised by Mo Bai from a petite little girl of about 1.2 meters tall to a 1.6-meter-tall high school girl. Mo Bai might as well be called her father.
Given these circumstances, Mo Mo’s brother obsession was quite normal.
It was just that the yandere factor was somewhat alarming.
He’d have to find time to correct that.
Glancing at his firmly closed door, Mo Bai strolled into the kitchen and casually said, “Mo Mo, you’re making dinner tonight.”
Mo Mo froze mid-chop, casting a strange look at Mo Bai.
“Brother, are you serious?”
“Yes,” Mo Bai nodded.
After a moment of silence, Mo Mo muttered, “It’ll explode.”
“I know.”
Seeing the green “Kitchen Destroyer” aura hovering over his sister’s head, Mo Bai earnestly said, “You need to give it a try.”
“What if I’m not here someday? Will you just order takeout?”
“Believe in yourself, little sister. You can do it!”
Mo Mo was speechless.
“I get it, but...” she looked at her brother with a forlorn expression. “Why are you standing so far away?”
Because she really would cause an explosion, his dear sister.
Mo Mo’s cooking was like a curse upon causality itself. Any dish requiring fire or a stove would inevitably blow up.
Mo Bai once doubted it until he ended up peacefully lying in a hospital bed for several days.
Mo Mo, however, was unscathed.
Now, Mo Bai suspected his sister was cursed by the Cooking Fairy.
A truly vicious curse—but, to wield the power to blow up the kitchen, go for it, little sister!
Watching her brother, fully armored and hiding at a distance, Mo Mo sighed. Though a bit crazy, he was still her beloved brother.
So... she’d give it a shot.
Maybe this time would be different.
Perhaps, after successfully cooking a dish, her brother would pat her head with a smile and say,
“My Mo Mo is the best.”
Now, it was daydreaming time!
Filled with hope and dreams, the girl faced the gas stove and launched her challenge.
Ten minutes later.
Mo Mo expressionlessly pushed out a plate of pitch-black, shadowy matter. Behind her lay a kitchen in utter disarray.
Mo Bai chuckled, then cleared his throat. “Well, that’s progress, little sister.”
“This time, you at least brought out a dish.”
Mo Mo was speechless.
Indeed, she vowed never to cook again in this lifetime.
[Kitchen Destroyer Trait Level Increased]
[Acquired Blue-Level Kitchen Destroyer Ability]
Alright, here it comes—the ability bestowed by his dear sister! Bring it on!
[Name: Kitchen Queen]
[Level: Blue]
[Effect: Upon activation, any food touched by the user transforms into a bomb, with an explosion radius equal to a standard kitchen. The user is immune to explosion damage.]
[Haha, didn’t expect it, did you? This scallion has already been touched by my Kitchen Queen!]
Mo Bai: “Whoa.”
At first glance, this ability reminded Mo Bai of a legendary show he once watched, featuring exploding buns—eating one was normal, but tossing it would cause a blast.
A bite, then boom; a bite, then boom.
Quite similar to his Kitchen Queen’s powers.
Though it seemed unreliable, at least it was a combat-capable skill. Feeling great, Mo Bai patted Mo Mo’s head.
“As expected, my Mo Mo is the best!”
Mo Mo looked up in confusion. “Huh?”
She was... praised by her brother?
Her delicate cheeks flushed a faint pink. She quietly responded and lowered her head.
So happy, so happy.
Next time, she would definitely prepare a complete hot meal for her brother to enjoy happily.
“All right, I’ll handle it from now on. Mo Mo, you just wait obediently and enjoy my delicious, tender chicken wings! Haha!”
“Okay.”
Watching her brother busily at work, the girl couldn’t help but smile sweetly. But soon, her phone vibrated, and she frowned slightly.
That ringtone was...
After reading the message, Mo Mo’s expression turned serious. “Brother, I have to go out.”
“I’ll be back soon. Stay home and don’t wander off.”
Mo Bai peeked his head out. “What’s so urgent?”
Seeing the message stating [Preliminary Check: 24 Confirmed Dead], Mo Mo sighed and said,
“It’s very important.”
The door closed softly behind her. Holding a spatula, Mo Bai was left dumbfounded, but knowing Mo Mo possessed the purple “Magical Girl Killer” trait, he wasn’t too worried.
With Mo Mo gone, he figured he’d chat with Shen Qiqi.
However, when he opened his locked door, the empty room made his gaze fall into disappointment.
Shen Qiqi had ditched him.
“The door was locked, my window is broken—if it was opened, I’d be in a wheelchair. So no window escape, and definitely no front door exit…”
“Could it really be magic? Looks like I need to let go of some normal human assumptions.”
He quietly stroked the indentation on his bed, feeling the residual warmth. “She must have left not long ago, then vanished with magic in a flash.”
“Probably changed her appearance too. Look, rabbit slippers scattered here and there. Is that from floating while transforming?”
Mo Bai pondered. His sister, the magical girl killer, and the magical girl Shen Qiqi left around the same time—could there be a connection?
Could there really be?