The ceiling of combat power is actually myself

Due to various reasons, we still came to the home of our little friend Xia You as a guest, and prematurely reached the bad boy record of "not coming home at night".

Different from the suite where Wujo Satoru usually lives, the house that Xia You's family lives in is a standard Japanese-style house, and the parents in the family are also honest and standard ordinary people without magic spells.

Of course, as a housewife, Jie's mother may not be simply called "ordinary" in cooking.

The dishes she cooks can be seen at a glance just from the appearance, and they definitely belong to the level of a super chef in O Huaxiao's family.

The kind that can emit tall light when the lid of the pot is lifted.

—Unfortunately I can't eat it.

It's very annoying.

After being confused by the reasons of "allergies" and "already settled dinner before coming", I was temporarily arranged in a spare room by Xia You's mother who looked sympathetic and regretful.

While thinking about the ordinary people enjoying the delicious food in the living room, he sighed and complained to Su Nuo in his body with his hands on his face:

"Why is this body so strange?"

One thing that must be mentioned is that not long ago, I learned a piece of amazing information from Xia Youjie——

According to him, this world is not as beautiful as it appears on the outside. The spells that Xia Youjie has eaten before, without exception, all have the setting of "the rag that wiped the vomit".

Yes, you heard that right.

It is such a wonderful taste that most normal people have never tried in their entire lives.

I don't know how the guy who made this setting came up with a slap in the head.

In short, what makes me curious is that it is such a taste that can only be understood and cannot be expressed, why it is a normal food taste when it comes to me.

Could it be because of his half-human, half-curse spirit physique?

In order to find out this point, Xia Youjie deliberately experimented with the sneak attack ball filled with handshake hands on the way here.

First, I cut the ball into two forcibly with a sun wheel knife. One half was tested by Xiayou first, and the other half was tested by Xiayou for a second time after I touched it.

Simple experiments quickly yielded results.

As the other party had guessed, the first hemisphere swallowed was still his tearfully familiar taste.

The naked eye can see that he is strong and smiles like Brother Jie at all times, and when devouring, his face twists and his body is uncomfortably sunken into an inconspicuous "S" shape.

Even Wujo Wujo, who has never seemed to be very eloquent, won't be in the mood to make jokes.

That kind of pain doesn't seem like a disguise.

It seems that the smell of rags is really hard to swallow, and you should know it after thinking about it.

The stepmother set the stone hammer.

Gojo Gojo and I reached out at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, to rub Brother Jie.

He forced himself to swallow the curse spirit, and when he raised his head to face us after he was relieved, he still had a forced smile, saying that he was fine so we don't have to worry.

"I'm used to it..." he said.

"Stop being brave, how can you get used to it?" Wujo Wujo put on a straight face.

That unhappy, non-smiling appearance reminded me of the fierce cat state that was difficult to get close to when I first met him.

After thinking about it, I took out the pocket of the huge coat that Gojo Satoru involuntarily covered me with half luck.

The fingertips poked in, and the pulp of the fingers quickly touched the hard candy paper and made a sound.

Sure enough, Wutiao always carried candies in his clothes.

When I squeezed it out, it was a green apple-flavored butterscotch.

Gojo Satoru next to me noticed the small movements here, turned his head and widened his already big eyes, and looked at me as if he had been found betrayed by one of his own people.

(That's my candy! What are you going to do to him?)

(Don’t be reluctant at this time, of course to comfort our friend Brother Xiaojie)

(But!!)

(I will compensate you next time!)

(...)

After a period of non-existent brainwave communication for 0.1 seconds, Gojo Satoru, who was forced to succumb, didn't say anything after all.

He just took a step away from me as if he was in a mood, puffed his face in his pocket and turned his gaze elsewhere.

...It was as if this way, he would no longer feel sorry for the piece of candy that was taken away from him.

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(...)

In the end, within a few seconds, he turned his back and only pointed his head at me, then turned his head as if something had happened, and blinked at me.

Little by little, the little toes moved back to my side.

(Okay. For the sake of how miserable Jay is... let him be cheap.)

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I also blinked back at him, and quietly squeezed the kitten's paw that was resting in my hand under the clothes.

(Yo yo yo, good boy ^^)

In this way, after another non-existent conversation, I raised my head and handed the remaining half ball and apple milk candy to Summer Oil.

"Mr. Xia You," I said solemnly, "I have cursed this ball, so now it is sweet."

"..."

Then, Xia Youjie, who devoured the remaining half of the curse spirit, really didn't taste the disgusting taste again.

It's just not sweet, but slightly sour like lemon.

It's just much more acceptable than the rag smell.

So Xia You didn't eat the candy that Shiratori snatched from Wutiao.

Instead, he carefully put them into his pocket together with the candy wrapper that was still warm in his palm.

When I tried to use the theories of this world and the knowledge of science to analyze——"Why can I make the magic spirit delicious" this useless physique and my head became muddled, I suddenly felt the left side of my shoulder being crushed. The person tapped lightly from behind.

me.

——Isn’t it a childish trick of “guess who I am” this time?

Thinking in my heart that it is probably my childish ancestors who are so childish and Gojo Satoru, I deliberately did not look to the left with a clear mind, but quickly turned my head to the right.

Hehe, the kid's routine has long been predicted.

——Clearly standing on the right side, but deliberately extended his hand to pat someone's left shoulder, right?

Who would fall for such a trick?

Being so witty, I just turned around, intending to appreciate the depressed mood of "I lost" on the other party's face, but who knew that I was caught off guard by a lollipop stuffed in front of me by the person who had been waiting for the opportunity. Mouth.

"I won!"

Slightly widening the eye sockets, he could feel the strong strawberry sweetness spreading in his dull mouth.

Somewhat surprised, he looked at Gojo Satoru, who was also holding a stick in front of him, looking super proud and still making a double "V" gesture.

This guy……

Did you predict my prediction?

As expected of him.

"Auntie Xia You's cooking, have you finished?" I sourly pushed the candy from my right cheek to my left cheek with my tongue, and glanced behind the empty boy, "Where's Mr. Xia You?"

"Ate a little," Gojo Satoru shrugged as he poked the girl's swollen hamster-like face, "Who knows? Let's go for a walk."

I:……

This guy is joking again.

Speaking of which, what is the stalk of walking?

Before he could figure it out, Gojo Satoru in front of him suddenly raised his hand and turned the swivel chair I was sitting on so that I forced myself to face him.

"Hey, shall we play?"

Blinking his eyes, his snow-silver eyelashes were shrouded in a halo under the hanging lamp. This look, no matter the tone or expression, was completely irresistible.

cheating.

"Alright alright……"

I sighed.

Dwdling down from the chair, he was dragged to sit on the empty tatami by holding hands.

Under the gaze of Gojo Satoru, who immediately sat cross-legged and obediently, I skillfully took out the space bell I held in the inventory.

The bell with infinite space is automatically activated, and a full set of game equipment is taken out of it.

Me: Haha, I am the ultimate tool man of the Wujo family, a walking game equipment bag.

Seeing the eagerness of the boy to immediately turn into a cat and crawl up to me to reach one of the handles, I thought to myself that men are all alike.

The game is built on millions of needs or something...

It's exactly the same as that god with internet addiction.

It seems that tonight is another night of cultivating immortals.

……

...

"……you?"

Later, Xia Youjie knocked on the door suddenly and came to the room compartment where we were staying.

As soon as I came in, I was naturally frightened by our anti-customer-oriented and leisurely playing games here.

"Sorry," the girl put her hands together, and gave the visitor a slightly apologetic look, "but we will be careful not to disturb you by making any noise."

Looking at the other one, Gojo Satoru, who looked serious and didn't even raise his head, was still concentrating on the virtual battle.

Still lying on the ground with her belly on the ground, her legs were up and down and swaying back and forth leisurely, and she just said hello casually:

"Oh, Jay is here."

Reluctantly looking at the white hair who was so relaxed and not treating this as an outsider at all, and then at the girl who seemed to be apologizing for her own brat, Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth dumbfounded.

"The distance between the host and the guest bedroom will not have much impact, but..."

"Ok?"

"Remember not to play too late?"

"!"

I always feel that... the scene in front of me is a bit subtle.

My eyeballs rolled around, and I stared straight at the tray in Xia Youjie's hand.

Two small bowls were placed on the tray, and a little white hot air floated on it, which quickly dissipated in the air, and a few traces of soft aroma could be faintly smelled.

Did you bring supper?

This is the situation.

It’s inexplicably a bit like “reviewing on the eve of the exam until late at night, the door was suddenly knocked open by my mother holding a cup of hot milk” What’s going on?

I reasoned a bit, so during the time when Brother Jie just disappeared, did he make small desserts for us as a supper?

Case solved.

Wuwu Brother Jie is a good man, I was moved by my nose for some reason.

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"Ah! It's rice cake and red bean soup!"

His attention was drawn away from the game by the smell, and the five Wuwu dogs immediately sniffed and sniffed.

The lazily slumped body also turned around immediately, sat up quickly and looked at Xia Youjie eagerly.

"Don't smell it," Xia Youjie squeezed the five dogs that came together with his arms, "They all belong to Shiratori, don't even think about it."

"Hey!?" With an accusing tone of [-] points of damage, Wujo Wumumu pointed at himself, "Don't you have my share?"

"No."

"..."

Turning his white-haired head to look at this, and then at that, Gojo Satoru, who was ruthlessly excluded, finally squatted in the corner of the wall, with lonely snowflakes floating.

I was a little flattered to look at the red bean rice cake placed in front of Xia Youjie.

The long rice cakes are soft and white and full of red bean soup, and the glutinous edges still stick to the wall of the bowl.

The boiled red beans are soaked in the sweet and hot bean soup of the same color, which looks extra warm and soft in winter.

It's like white, fat, red, and striped rice cakes running comfortably with hot soup.

"Come."

The small spoon was stuffed into the girl's palm, and with this action, she pulled down the slightly raised sleeve for the girl, tucking her cold little hand further inside.

A black-haired boy with the same stomach-warming temperament as rice cake and red bean soup, with a gentle smile that melted into the mist from the sweet soup.

After placing the red bean soup dish in front of the girl, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the girl's soft hair, and then reminded in a warm voice:

"Drink it while it's hot, and eat all the rice cakes. If you can't drink it, give it to Wu, so you don't get robbed."

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Until Xia Youjie declined to indulge in games with us and temporarily left the room, the white cat who was treated differently and suffered serious spiritual damage was still pulling my sleeve and crying and complaining.

"It's too much! It's too much, Shiratori!" He stretched out his sleeve and pointed at the door, "Tell me, he raised both of us, so why is there such a big difference?" ?”

Before I could reply, he seemed to think of something. The next second, the white-haired man withdrew his aggrieved expression, as if he had eaten black garlic, his face was filled with distaste:

"Ah, you must still be angry about sticking chopsticks into his balls before dinner, right? Hey, this grudger."

I:?

No, no, you are wrong first, right?

Why are you touching other people's hairstyles?

He looked at Gojo Satoru, who had a bad face and a disdainful face.

Xin Mingming is such a beautiful cat, why does he always feel like he has a bad belly sometimes?

Expression management will also get out of control or something.

Then again, Shiratori knew that since the summer oil would be packed in two bowls, there must be five servings.

It's just that maybe out of petty revenge, he deliberately didn't prepare a soup spoon for the other party so intimately.

For boys who are not very particular, even the trivial matter of not having a spoon will not affect the soup and rice cakes at all.

So when Shiratori was still holding the small bowl while warming his hands, and at the same time followed to the sleeping point, the delirious half-dream and half-awake Kuroba sighed, "What kind of treasure is Brother Jie?" Gojo Satoru was already holding the small bowl After sipping all the soup ingredients, I was chewing on the last piece of rice cake.

Probably Liangzi cooks at an extremely fast speed. The bowl of soup in his hand has already bottomed out, and the other side gracefully scoops up the first piece of rice cake with trembling red bean juice.

"You...are you finished eating?" Sensing that I was being stared at, I turned my head and saw the empty plate, and I couldn't help complaining, "You eat so fast, is it the second senior brother?"

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

I just stared at me for a while, then lowered my eyes to look at the rice cake held in mid-air.

In the end, I did not hesitate to show a pure and bright smile to express it.

grass.So flashy.

If you have something to say, don't emit light pollution.

eyes hurt...

While I was thinking about where I put the pair of sunglasses that Brother Jie bought during the day, my body reacted faster than my brain, and I couldn't help sending the spoon that scooped up rice cakes to Wujo Wujo, who was full of cute faces. when……

A voice suddenly and faintly came from the door behind him.

"They say don't spoil him like this...Little White Bird."

The tone was half mixed and helpless, and half a sigh of "I guessed it would be like this a long time ago".

"!"

The one who was feeding and the one who was being fed were startled at the same time.

Turning around, he saw Xia Youjie walking in with two quilts behind him.

"Ah... rice cake!"

The spoon was suddenly lightened with a hand shake when turning around.

When I looked back to check, Xiao Baipang was no longer there... probably fell to the ground.

"The three-second rule the three-second rule!"

I saw a white fluffy ball dangling in front of my eyes, and Gojo Satoru lowered his head and looked around more eagerly than I did.

After a while, his eyes darkened as if seeing something, and his face seemed to darken instantly.

I:?

Following his gaze and looking down, I saw a wavy lip suddenly appearing on the back of my other hand propped on the ground.

Looking closely, it turned out that Su Nuo, who appeared at some time, happened to catch the falling rice cakes, and was chewing provocatively and loudly at Wutiao.

Hei Yu: "Heh, what are you looking at, brat!"

Hei Yu: "I won't feed you even if it's a cat or a dog!"

I:……

Have something to say.

Don't scold yourself together.

Su Nuo, who made a mockery, quickly went offline.

And it seemed that one or two of them were talking to Gojo Satoru that he was going to make a fuss, but in the end he really stood up on the floor with his belly up and his four paws on the ground.

He made a fuss.

He pretended.

Knowing this well, Xia Youjie and I didn't pay much attention to it. Those who should drink soup should drink soup, and those who should spread quilts should spread quilts. I feel that this kind of situation may happen often in the future, so I decided not to be surprised.

Although the cat brother who rolls around on the ground is very cute, but a small bowl can only hold two pieces of rice cakes. If I feed five more, it means that I will not be able to eat one.

I don't like that.

Save the goodies for last.

Just as I quickly scooped up the red beans with a spoon, drank the bean juice, hummed a song in my heart and prepared to eat the last white and fat rice cakes, Xia Youjie at the side also skillfully took care of the temporary room where the two of us slept separately. bed.

It seemed that he thought it was quite convenient, and planned to take away the dishes and dishes when I finished cooking, so he didn't leave at this time, just stood by and yawned and waited.

Seeing that the last mouthful of the soft, bouncy, sweet, glutinous and fragrant deliciousness was about to be delivered to my mouth, I was caught off guard at this moment and felt my arm rubbed against something soft.

And then, I felt the weight and sank down.

鏉ヤ 钖楋纻

With a premonition, he lowered his eyes, and sure enough, he bumped into a pair of bright blue cat eyes...

No, actually, looking at it from this overlooking perspective... the kind of aggrieved pupils deliberately pretending to be weak, with a hint of pleading, are more like dog eyes.

Gojo Satoru slammed his chin on my arm, with most of his weight on it, successfully blocked my movement of stuffing the rice cake into his mouth with this method.

On an almost similar occasion before, the beautiful Gojo Satoru didn't say a word, and from the bottom to the top, it was hard for Kishibe Rohan to look over——

The silver-white thick eyelashes fluttered slightly with the movement of blinking eyes, looking more honest and honest.

Obediently waiting for the feeding status.

Me: Heh.man.

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The same cheating trick, do you think it will work for me the second time?

childish.

Still maintaining a stable poker face, I use this method to show my inner determination:

--impossible.

It would be absolutely unreasonable to try to snatch the last morsel from me.

I, someone Bai, swear here.

From now on, even if he is not tall, Wannian A, and asks Kuroba to jump off the Tokyo Tower, he will never give this rice cake to Gojo Gocha!

On the other side, the corners of Xia Youjie's eyes twitched as he watched everything in front of him, and half of his eyebrows were raised with interest.

To be honest, he had never seen anyone as brazen as Gojo Satoru.

She cheated on eating and drinking with just a face, and it was still from her own sister.

This is the case at a young age, wouldn't it be a disaster when you grow up?

But fortunately, Shiratori seems to have become slightly immune to this guy, and will not easily waver his position because of the other party's behavior of pretending to be a cat.

In this way, Xia Youjie can also rest assured that Shiratori will not wrong himself in front of his brother who doesn't care about brotherhood...

The most important thing to pay attention to when raising children is to keep a bowl of water level, and you can't let Wutiao snatch all the delicious food.

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Ignoring the suggestive gaze that the white-haired stapler gave me, I planned to ruthlessly switch the spoon from my right hand to my left, and swallow the food in one gulp in front of him.

But just a second before his eyes were about to move away from the face of the pretty, well-behaved kitten, the fluffy head resting on his hand suddenly released its stillness, turned to the left, and rubbed lightly.

Is it the familiar Ceng Ceng Tie Tie routine again?

But so.

I looked at him indifferently.

I found that the head that had been rubbed was quickly straightened, and when I looked again, the white-haired boy had opened his mouth slightly. From my angle, I could just see the small half of the pointed canine teeth that are not often shown to the world.

Gojo Satoru: "Meow."

A slightly tentative monotone grazed the tiger's teeth and spilled out.

Because the single tone is too short, almost only 0.5 seconds is like a hum.

Coupled with the more nasal sound than usual after drinking rice cake and red bean soup, it sounds more like a pronunciation between "meow" and "ow".

Yes, that's right.

Because of Kuroba's words "I will not feed you even if I feed it to a cat or a dog", someone tried to lose that 0.5 second of morality.

Shiratori: ...

Shiratori: ...

White Bird: .

The rice cake and spoon fell back into the bowl.

The strings of reason collapsed quickly without resistance, snapping, snapping, snapping one by one.

"Give……"

The corners of the lips moved, and repeated words were crazily added on the background board as barrage——

[[Here you give you give you give you give you give you give you everything! ! ! ! 】】

I saw that Bai Jingze's hands and feet were stiff from the state of soul agitation, he lowered his head, and quickly put the dishes, spoons, pillows, quilts, handles and small bells at hand...

In short, all the objects that existed around him and could be reached at hand were gathered together and piled up in front of him, and then pushed them all together into Gojo Satoru's arms.

Gojo Satoru: "...Oh?"

Gojo Satoru: "Thank you...thank you."

In the end, the white haired head of the white cat was hugged and rubbed vigorously by the girl with "Father" written on the left eye and "Love" written on the right eye, with a rice cake in her mouth, she turned her head towards Xia You and said, "I win!" oh” image of the victory gesture.

Xia Youjie:? ? ?

Does this person dare to go any lower? ?