Sword Food House

Today's sky is gloomy, as if just like her mood, it is raining continuously.

Sazhi stood in the cemetery holding an umbrella, looking at the tomb in front of her, her eye sockets were as dry as springs in the desert, no matter how hard she could squeeze out a drop of water.She took a deep breath, and the cold air penetrated into her lungs, carrying a little oily fragrance that had not dissipated.

"Maybe I'm the only one who brings tonkatsu bowl to see off relatives."

She whispered softly, and neatly placed the bouquet in her hand in front of the tombstone.

"But I don't know what I can do. After thinking about it, I can only show you my best dishes. Dad, mom, and grandpa, everyone will not be so lonely together Alright."

His eyes turned around the tombstone in front of him. In the photo of Asano Hirokawa, he combed his hair hale and hearty, dressed in formal clothes and stared ahead, and still looked very fierce.

The young man next to him smiled brightly, with half-length hair hanging over his shoulders.

On the other side of him, a woman in a sweater gazed tenderly ahead.

This is her family.

From now on, she will be the only one in this world.

Saori stretched out her hand to wipe away the splashed raindrops on the mother's photo, and at the same time carefully arranged the bunch of bouquets that looked a little crooked: "Mom, you have always liked to worry, and you always talk about it every day. I was talking about this and that. I used to want to teach me how to arrange flowers, but every time I couldn’t sit still, I just cut a few times and ran out to play with my father.”

"If I had known earlier, I would have learned a little more from you, at least it will look better when I give it to you now."

"Owner……"

Ranto Shiro saw that Saori squatted down and protruded out of the range of the umbrella, and a large piece of wet was wet on his shoulder. He was about to go forward to help cover it, but Saori thought it was a reminder that the time was coming.

The time is indeed approaching.

The visiting time in the cemetery is half an hour, and she has been here for almost an hour.

If you stay any longer, it will be bad if you lure those things over.

For those who have passed away, there is no need to disturb their sleep.

Saori patted her trouser legs that were covered with mud, and stood up from the ground. When she opened her umbrella and turned to leave, she still couldn't help it. When she came back, she told her again: "Please don't quarrel when you go to hell, especially Dad. Grandpa is losing his temper again."

"I heard from Leo that the ghosts in Huangquan can also live like humans. If I can go there to find you then, I will definitely let you have a taste of my craft."

"Then see you next time."

*****

As soon as she left the cemetery, Saori saw Gojo Gojo leaning against the wall waiting for her.

"Don't you need to stay a little longer?"

"No need, I've stayed here long enough. If I stay there, even my mother will dislike me for being too annoying. People who have passed away shouldn't be disturbed too much."

Saori took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything else Mr. Wutiao needs to do?"

"Although this time is a bit inappropriate, there are indeed some things that need to be explained to you clearly." Wujo Wu took out his pocket, took out his mobile phone and handed it over, "Your grandfather can be regarded as a public figure, the news of his death Word has been made, and word about his legacy has also been made out."

"All the real estate and company shares under his name have been left to you by him."

"Leave it to me?" Saori froze for a moment.

Speaking of which, Grandpa has said similar things. At the beginning, he usually used your father's unfilial son as a mantra, asking her to study hard, study hard, etc., with a few words that faintly revealed future expectations in between.

"What does Saori want to do when she grows up?"

"Interested in starting a business?"

"What is grandpa looking at? Can you understand the words on the document?"

Under the light of the table lamp at night, the old man with glasses hugged her and asked her to read the words he knew on the document.Saori thought that she had already forgotten those childhood memories, but when she thought about it at this moment, those images that suddenly popped into her mind clearly reminded her of the feeling of grandpa's rough hands holding hers.

"He... never told me about it."

To this day, Saori can only smile wryly.

"My grandfather is used to being the party in power. He likes to do things well by himself, and he won't tell me. It's the same with my father. And when he lost his temper, he would say some hurtful things. I always I thought he would give these things to others."

"Teacher Wutiao talked to me about this, is there anything else?"

The issue of the handover of the inheritance should not be enough to attract the conjurer. Teacher Gojo Wu specifically mentioned this, so there must be other issues.

Saori waited quietly for an answer. She originally thought that after going through so much, she would be able to deal with what happened next with a calm enough mind.But it turned out that she thought highly of herself, and when Gojo Satoru finished speaking the first sentence, she already wanted Ranto Shiro to draw his sword.

"Your grandfather's disciple, Sawamura Kawa, openly questioned the fairness of inheritance distribution, and proposed to take over your guardianship as an elder." Gojo Gojo paused, and continued, considering his words.

"He is an ordinary person, and we will not interfere with ordinary people's affairs. But during the autopsy, it was found that your grandfather's... dead body showed signs of being transformed by the magic power. In addition to the last words of the curse spirit, Ze Murakami is suspected of being imprisoned, abusing others, and may have been cursed."

"Then you're going to lock him up?"

"..." Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

"Understood, it must be some reason of this or that," Saori took a deep breath to suppress her anger, "You can't arrest him, so tell me what to do? What do you want me to do?"

"It's impossible for me to pretend to be with him."

"I'm afraid I can't help but chop off his head to make amends to my grandpa."

After a long silence, Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled.

"Those old men above with a lot of ideas originally wanted you to do this, but you don't agree. If you really do this, it would be a bit aggrieved, so I won another method for you."

Saori asked: "What method?"

"There have been a lot of things happening recently, the two-faced Su Nuo container and you, the unregistered super-level curse spirit that suddenly appeared, and it seems that there is a curse spirit behind the scenes manipulating the human company. The old men are suspicious, what do you see? They all want to get to the bottom of it. That disciple of your grandfather just popped up at this time, so of course he can't get rid of the relationship."

"They originally wanted someone to join you in your grandfather's company, superficially taking over the company's affairs, but actually secretly looking for clues about the curse spirit." Gojo Wu said those people's plans in a few words, "If you don't That ability can easily eat away at a part of your grandfather's company, after all, it is still very valuable."

"By the way, I can also touch your bottom. The people you brought last time gave them quite a fright."

"It's a bunch of messy plans. It's a beautiful idea, but I'm tired of looking at it, so I just let them hold a competition."

Saori: "What game?"

"Of course it's...a cooking competition." Wujo Wu stretched out his hand and made a big circle, making a very abstract gesture like a pot, "I remember your cooking skills are not bad? That disciple of your master, who was He came out of various cooking competitions. Because he took away the leaders of many cooking competitions, quite a few people still think that he is the strongest chef in Jingdong."

"One of the reasons why he won't give you the control of your grandfather's company this time is that you are too young and don't have much research on cooking skills, so it is impossible to take charge of the company well."

"So I just let them run a competition."

"Without other factors, defeat him from the place where he is most proud. This kind of revenge can barely be considered refreshing, right?"

Saori thought for a while, and told him seriously: "No, if I really want revenge, I still want to see him sentenced to death. It would be best if I could see him kneeling in front of my grandfather's tombstone and weeping, that way That is the most refreshing revenge."

"Huh?" Wujo Wu scratched his head in confusion, "I thought all of you who are learning to cook like this method, how about... I'll go and remove this again?"

"No, it's okay to make up for it afterwards."

Saori said very calmly. After experiencing her grandfather's death, she seemed to have grown up suddenly. When talking about these things involving human life, she can keep her face unchanged and feel no fear at all.

"Mr. Wutiao wants me to beat him in cooking, does he have other intentions? Otherwise, this reason alone is a little untenable. It can convince me, but not those people."

"I guessed it."

Gojo Satoru spread his hands: "Although I really want to say something handsomely, I can directly defeat them without persuading them, but fists cannot be exchanged for support. So I can only give them a reason. Already changed by the magic power. Even though he looks like a normal human on the surface, he is actually very different."

"Beating him from where he is most proud will definitely stimulate him and let him show his feet."

"Attention, be a little more careful when you are stimulated."

"We are very short of his type of research material. Even after death, we still have to take it back for autopsy."

"Understood." Saori nodded, her expression seemed very calm, "I just want to piss him off, I'm good at that."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Suddenly it feels a little bad.

It always feels like a switch has been turned on that shouldn't be turned on.

****

The shooting scene of the "Gourmet Quartet" program group.

"Mr. Sawamura, you are the loser of this game, you can come here to draw punishment."

The staff arranged by the program group quickly handed over a small bamboo tube, which contained rolls of small rolled up notes, on which were written many punishments after losing the game.It's mostly innocuous little pranks, like tweeting an ugly picture of yourself, making funny poses, or drinking a special drink or something.

What Sawamura drew was: announced on Twitter that Flourishing Catering, that is, Asano Hirokawa’s company, would sponsor [-] boxes of milk for the “Gourmet Quartet” program.

For a big company, a hundred cartons of milk is nothing at all, it's just an advertisement for the show.

Of course, Sawamura River would not refuse, he tweeted very readily, and by the way, he also posted a photo with the guests participating in the show.

Such a well-informed and interesting performance made the director, who regretted not being able to draw a group photo of the two male and female stars, heave a sigh of relief. He couldn't make some hot spots, and it was good to have affordable company support.Especially when I heard that Kawa Sawamura is about to take over as the president of Fansheng Catering Company, building a good relationship with him may be useful in the future.

Not long after he was relieved, the director saw the assistant director hiding behind the camera, winking at him with great effort.

"Kinoshita, what's wrong with you? Could it be that you want to go to the bathroom after holding back for a long time?"

After making a small joke, the director still walked towards him, but the assistant director was not in the mood to respond to him at all, and directly threw his mobile phone in front of him.

The above is a short message sent by the official Twitter account certified by the prosperous catering company 1 minute ago.

"Special statement:

The operating director of our company, Sawamura River, has been officially dismissed today, and he is not allowed to release information in the name of the company in any form.

January 2023, 10. "