My breeder is the strongest

The winter in Sendai is really warm, and the sun is bigger than Tokyo.

Wujojiu was wearing a short down jacket of the same style as Wujou Wujou, and half of the clothes were rubbed off awkwardly, revealing the soft sweater with seahorse hair and a section of white shoulders, all his attention was focused on the unroasted beef tongue in front of him.

There were a lot of eye-catching eyes from all around.

Young master Wu Tiao casually pulled up the sweater that had slipped off, took off his down jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

There was a smile on his face, but he felt a dangerous aura inexplicably, and looked back one by one, staring back at everyone who looked over.

Yoshino Junpei was still immersed in the shock of "why the cat turned into a human", "how come they look so alike", "what is the relationship between them", and almost pricked his finger when he poked the fork down.

In a trance, he put a piece of ox tongue into his mouth with lingering fear.

...Ah, it's delicious.

When it comes to Sendai, it really is beef tongue and edamame.

Wujo has been paying attention to the tenderest tip of the tongue for a long time, his eyes are drooling, the meat is spitting white gas on the red-hot iron net, Gojo Satoru leans back, and calls the waiter to order another plate .

"Teacher, how many days are you staying here?"

"Well, about two days?" Gojo Satoru took off the roasted beef tongue, cut it and poured it into the kitten's plate, "After that, I will go to Hui, Maki, Wild Rose, Yuta, Panda and Goju. A trip to the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts ends with a visit to the Soul Realm."

Yoshino Junpei: ...The World of Souls! ?

Corpse, soul, realm?

Is that what he meant? ?

Knotabagi Yuhito smelled a conspiracy, "What does the teacher want to do?"

"Oh." Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, "Secret."

Sendai is known as the forest capital. It is said that Date Masamune was too desolate when he built the city. He encouraged his retainers to be self-sufficient and grow and eat by themselves. Therefore, many old vegetation were left in the city.

Gojo Satoru booked a single-family homestay by the avenue full of zelkova trees. The proprietress was an old lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Then the conversation turned and asked him if he had a girlfriend.

The Persian cat lying on his shoulder froze, its blue eyes turned left and right, and it could almost read the message "I want to shake face but it's so rude but I really want to shake face".

The kitten struggled for a long time, but finally he didn't move. He flicked his tail angrily, and the hair floated on his face.

Young Master Wutiao almost laughed out loud, deliberately provoking trouble, "No~"

Boyfriends who deliberately pick things up will pay the price.

Gojo Satoru pulled the luggage and turned to enter the door. The kitty disappeared as soon as he kicked his legs. Master Wujo touched his chin, knelt down and opened the suitcase, thinking about how to coax him later, when he sank again in the next second.

Wu Tiaojiu took off his clothes until only a long sweater was left, his bare/naked legs tightly locked his waist from behind, and he groaned angrily.

"Enlighten...enlighten..."

Gojo Satoru pretended not to understand, put his hand next to his ear, "What's wrong with me?"

Gojojiu took a deep breath and threatened loudly.

"If Wu finds a girlfriend, I will say that I am your illegitimate child!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "...Pfft."

Master Wutiao covered his stomach and couldn't stop laughing, "Who taught you this?"

It was a speech that he could never think of himself.

"What are you laughing at?" Wutiaojiu pursed his mouth, his eyes were wet, and his tone was aggrieved, "...What Glass said, doesn't it work?"

"It's easy to use, easy to use, easy to use." Gojo Wu turned over and stood on top of him, turning his head to bite his neck, "Whatever you say is easy to use."

He whispered ambiguously.

"My ~boyfriend~"

Gojo stiffly straightened his neck for a long time, pressed down his head with both hands, and the tip of his tongue swept Gojo Wu's pinna aggressively.

In the world of cats, the one whose fur is licked is the one covered by the quilt.

Wujo Wu's hair is very soft, the top part is long, and the bottom half is shaved short. Wujo Wu feels the warmth sweeping through the short hair on the back of his head, his body froze, as if an electric current rushed from the spine to the brain, and his throat suddenly felt thirsty stand up.

He licked his lips, his eyes were dim, and Wu Tiaojiu sat on his shoulder triumphantly.

"In this way, Wu's body--"

Enlightenment is full of my smell!

Before he finished speaking, his body lost weight for a while, and he was picked up directly by his buttocks. The cat subconsciously hugged Gojo Wu's neck tightly, blinked, and said in a daze.

"Wu, what are you doing?"

The five enlightenment words are concise and concise, "take a bath."

Don't you have to wash your food before eating?

So I stayed in the bathroom for several hours, not knowing whether to eat or not, and I should have washed it clean inside and out.

The afternoon passed, and the little food I ate at noon was almost digested. The floor heating made the room very hot. Wujou lay on the bed for a long time and felt sleepy. Gojo Satoru pulled him up, put on a soft sweater and half-finger gloves, and finally put on He put on a knitted hat with a kitten head and went out to look for food.

In winter, the sun sets early, and it is dusk just after five o'clock. There is no heat source on the top of the head, and the wind blowing across the cheeks becomes icy cold.

Gojo Satoru could completely block the cold wind with no lower limit, but he just kept his hands cold on purpose, and then watched the kitten frowned and stuffed his hands into his small pocket, took off the gloves and warmed his fingers with the palm of his hand .

Passers-by came and went against the cold wind, breathed on their icy fingers from time to time, and Gojo Wu's fingers were warm, rubbing against the slippery skin with vicious playfulness.

There are scattered small carts on both sides of Jozenji Street, most of which have not yet opened for business. Workers in gray uniforms are climbing on ladders and hanging something on the tall zelkova trees.

Wujojiu raised his head curiously, "What are they doing?"

Gojo Satoru supported his shoulders and went to the small trolley of Kanto cooking, "You will know after a while."

The sky is getting dark gradually, and the clouds have changed from brilliant orange to cold blue-purple. In this kind of icy weather, you should still eat steaming oden.

The white bamboo wheels are rolling in the amber soup, the thick slices of big roots are full of the soup, showing a translucent color, the fish cakes and shrimp balls light up the color of the bottom of the pot, and the rising steam is flowing on the wooden fence. The sky was soaring, and the flag cut into several squares swayed back and forth.

Gojojiu held the paper bowl and scratched his ears and cheeks. He wanted to eat but was afraid of being hot. He moved it left and right, as if the wind would cool it down a bit.

After staring at it for a long time, I couldn't help it, and bit down on the bamboo wheel.

"Hiss - it's hot!"

The kitten took a deep breath, covered his mouth and turned around, neither eating nor vomiting.

The clock clicked and the minute hand moved to the half o'clock position.

Suddenly, the surroundings darkened, and the next second, the world suddenly brightened again.

Wujojiu raised his head subconsciously, forgot to burn it, and stared blankly at the spot with his eyes wide open.

All the colored lights that had been hung on the zelkova trees were lit up at the same time, extending from the end of the street to infinity, as if they were on a straight avenue leading to the imperial palace.

The moment the light came on, Gojo Satoru bent down, bit the bamboo wheel in his mouth, and gently soothed the tip of his tongue that was burned.

Under the brilliant golden light, amidst the flow of people passing by, the white-haired man took his hand and exchanged a kiss lightly.

Gojojiu blinked, Gojo Satoru had pulled the bamboo wheel in his mouth away.

Kitty subconsciously licked his lips, and the fingertips held by Wujo Gojo slipped into his palm, and he held them back.

"Enlightenment." He said, "Sweet."

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru looked away, bit the bamboo wheel and said vaguely, "Sweet."

No one noticed, in the cold winter wind, two pairs of red ears.

Gojo Satoru: "It's quite delicious."

Gojo Satoru: "This is Kanto cooking."

The author has something to say: Every time I write a story in Jinjiang... I try to exercise restraint. (tired)