Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Heroine’s Daughter Away on Vacation
It was a sunny afternoon when Bing, Leira’s elder sister, decided to whisk her little sister away on a culinary escapade. Bing was known for her adventurous spirit and insatiable love for food, so when she offered to take Leira to some of her favorite spots, the younger girl was more than excited.

“Where are we going first, Elder Sister Bing?” Leira asked, practically bouncing in her seat as they sat in the car.

Bing grinned, adjusting her sunglasses dramatically. “First stop: the best dumpling shop in town. You haven’t truly lived until you’ve had their soup dumplings.”

—

The aroma of steamed buns and broth hit them the moment they walked into the small, bustling shop. Bing ordered a steamer full of xiao long bao, soup-filled dumplings, and expertly showed Leira how to eat them.

“Careful, don’t just bite into it, or the soup will spill everywhere. Use the spoon like this,” Bing instructed, demonstrating with precision.

Leira nodded and mimicked her, though her first attempt ended with the hot broth spilling onto her plate. She yelped, and Bing laughed.

“You’ll get the hang of it! And hey, that’s why we order extras.”

By the end of the meal, Leira had mastered the art and was slurping happily. “These are amazing, Elder Sister Bing! Where to next?”

—

Bing’s next pick was a trendy dessert café famous for its over-the-top sweets. They ordered a towering parfait layered with fresh fruit, whipped cream, and honey-drizzled waffles.

Leira’s eyes widened as the server placed the dessert in front of them. “This is huge! How are we supposed to eat this?”

“Easy,” Bing said, grabbing two spoons. “Like this.” She dug in with gusto, and Leira followed suit, both of them giggling as whipped cream ended up on their noses.

Leira took a big bite and let out a contented sigh. “Elder Sister Bing, you might just be the best person ever.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Bing replied, smirking.

—

Next, Bing took Leira to a bustling street market lined with stalls selling every kind of snack imaginable. There were skewers of grilled meat, steaming bowls of noodles, and trays of colorful pastries.

Leira’s favorite was a spiral-shaped potato on a stick, fried to crispy perfection. “This is so fun to eat!” she said, nibbling on it like a squirrel.

Bing, meanwhile, munched on spicy grilled squid. “The best part about street food is the variety. You can try a little bit of everything.”

They spent the next hour hopping from stall to stall, sampling everything from sweet sesame balls to tangy pickled vegetables.

Few minutes later, Bing insisted they try something called “stinky tofu.” The pungent smell hit Leira like a wall, and she recoiled.

“Elder Sister Bing, this smells like feet!” she exclaimed, pinching her nose.

Bing laughed. “It does smell bad, but it tastes amazing. Trust me!”

Leira was skeptical but took a tiny bite. Her face twisted immediately, and she grabbed a drink to wash it down. “Nope! You’re on your own with this one, Elder Sister Bing!”

Bing, unfazed, happily devoured the tofu. “More for me, then!”

As the evening fell, Bing decided to end their foodie adventure at a cozy noodle shop that stayed open late. They ordered steaming bowls of ramen, and Leira marveled at the rich, savory broth and perfectly cooked noodles.

“This is the best way to end the day,” Leira said, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the soup.

Bing raised her bowl in agreement. “Food is love, little sister. Remember that.”

On the ride home, Leira leaned back in her seat, rubbing her full stomach. “Elder Sister Bing, you’re amazing, but I think you’re a little crazy. How do you eat so much?”

Bing laughed, her signature carefree laugh. “It’s a gift. But did you have fun?”

Leira nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! But don’t tell Mommy—I don’t think she’d be happy about me eating this much junk food in one day.”

Bing winked. “Our secret. But next time, we’re trying stinky tofu again.”

Leira groaned, but deep down, she couldn’t wait for their next adventure.

—

The beach was perfect—clear skies, warm sun, and not a single soul in sight. Sarina and Leira had the entire stretch of golden sand to themselves. It was the kind of day Sarina had been looking forward to for weeks: relaxing, quiet, and absolutely free of interruptions.

Or so she thought.

Leira dashed toward the water, holding up her brightly colored bucket and shovel. “Aunt Sarina! Let’s build the biggest sandcastle ever!”

Sarina, in her sleek black bikini and oversized sunglasses, stretched lazily on the towel. “You go ahead. I’m busy perfecting the art of relaxation.”

Leira puffed her cheeks in mock annoyance. “You’re no fun.”

Sarina peeked out from under her sunglasses. “Hey, I brought you here. That’s fun enough.”

Undeterred, Leira started digging enthusiastically, her laughter ringing through the air. Sarina smiled to herself, closing her eyes to the sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun.

Moments later, Sarina’s peaceful reverie was shattered by a scream.

“Aunt Sarina! Help! It’s after me!”

Sarina shot upright to see Leira sprinting across the sand, a tiny crab chasing her with surprising speed. Leira waved her shovel like a weapon, but her squeals of panic didn’t exactly scream bravery.

Sarina tried to hold back a laugh. “It’s just a crab, Leira!”

“It’s a monster! Look at its claws!” Leira yelped, hopping onto the nearest rock for safety.

The crab stopped at the base of the rock, waving its pincers in defiance. Sarina sighed and got up, brushing sand off her legs. “Alright, let me handle this.”

She crouched down and carefully picked up the crab by its sides. It wriggled in her hands but couldn’t pinch her. “See? It’s harmless.”

Leira peeked from her perch. “Are you sure? It looks like it wants revenge.”

Sarina smirked, tossing the crab gently back toward the water. “There. Crisis averted.”

Leira hopped down, glaring at the retreating crab. “Next time, I’m bringing a bigger shovel.”

Later, Sarina decided to join Leira in the water. They waded out until the waves reached their waists, laughing as the cool water splashed against them.

“Bet you can’t jump over the next wave!” Leira challenged.

“Oh, please,” Sarina replied, confidently bending her knees to prepare.

A large wave rolled toward them. Leira jumped just in time, but Sarina misjudged the height and got hit full force, the water knocking her off balance and sending her tumbling backward into the surf.

When Sarina resurfaced, sputtering and soaked, Leira was doubled over with laughter.

“Some pro you are!” Leira teased, pointing.

Sarina slicked back her wet hair, glaring playfully. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”

She lunged toward Leira, splashing water at her. Leira shrieked, trying to dodge, but Sarina was relentless. Soon, the two were locked in a full-blown splash war, their laughter carrying across the empty beach.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, painting everything in shades of orange, Leira spotted something unusual near the waterline.

“Aunt Sarina, look!” she said, pointing.

Sarina turned to see a mysterious, barnacle-covered object half-buried in the sand. It looked like some kind of chest or box, and the two of them rushed over to investigate.

“Is it treasure?” Leira asked, eyes sparkling.

Sarina crouched down, poking the object with a stick. “Could be… or it could be junk. Only one way to find out.”

They worked together to dig the box out, their excitement growing with each handful of sand. Finally, Sarina managed to pry it open.

Inside was… a soggy collection of old seashells and a faded postcard.

Leira stared at the contents, disappointed. “That’s it? No gold? No jewels?”

Sarina held up the postcard, squinting at the water-damaged writing. “Apparently, someone thought shells were a treasure. Look, it says ‘Greetings from Paradise.'”

Leira groaned. “I wanted something cool, like pirate loot!”

Sarina laughed, tossing the postcard back into the box. “Well, not every adventure ends with buried treasure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Sarina and Leira had some more fun before they returned to Sarina’s house.

Leira had come to Sarina’s house for vacation, and she was also spending time with her Elder Sisters Bing, Nyx, and Virnda.

Leira was having a great time, and while she was enjoying herself, Lucan and Maris were also happy, as they finally got some time alone together after many years.

They had decided to make the most of this alone time and enjoy it as much as they could.

—

Maris stood in front of her full-length mirror, her light blue eyes scanning her reflection critically. She had chosen a stunning evening gown for the occasion—a floor-length dress in deep emerald green that complemented her pink hair perfectly. The fabric shimmered subtly under the soft light of her bedroom, hugging her curves in all the right places before cascading into an elegant flare at the hem.

The neckline was just showcasing her delicate collarbones.The dress featured intricate lace details on the sleeves, which were long and fitted, adding a touch of sophistication.

Her makeup was flawless: a soft glow on her cheeks, a hint of shimmer on her eyelids, and a classic red on her lips that matched her confident smile. She had pinned her pink hair into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face, giving her a timeless, romantic look.

For jewelry, Maris opted for simplicity—a pair of sparkling diamond earrings and a matching bracelet that added just the right amount of glamour. She slipped into silver stilettos, their delicate straps accentuating her graceful ankles.

After a final spritz of her favorite perfume, she took a deep breath, glancing at the small table where a note from Lucan rested, inviting her to dinner. She smiled, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Tonight was going to be perfect.

Grabbing a sleek clutch, she gave herself one last look in the mirror, adjusted a stray strand of hair.