Writer saves the world

Futaba Tingming and Rimbaud teamed up to abduct the small flowers carefully cultivated by the port Mafia. Ozaki Momiji sat in Rimbaud's car, looking out with bright eyes.

She seldom goes out when there is no mission, just like the eldest lady raised in the deep boudoir, she sees everything fresh—although it is also counted as mission now, but the two people around her don't give her the slightest sense of tension about the mission, and even more so It's like going out to go shopping in an ordinary way.

They passed by the small park, she petted the dog next to Erye Tingming, and went to the dessert shop in front of the station together, the smell of baked bread could be smelled from far away, but because the economy is not so good , There are very few customers in the store.

"What would Hongye want to eat?" Rimbaud picked out a few small cakes for the clerk to pack, and then asked Ozaki Hongye who was standing aside.

The girl tried her best not to care too much, waved her hand and said, "I don't need it."

She said so, but her eyes kept on glancing at those exquisite and beautiful snacks, obviously her heart was very excited.

"Then this one?" Rimbaud squatted down next to her, pointing at the shelf, "Or this cheese one? The new lava chocolate they released recently is also good. Ogiwara packed it for us last time, it will be good if you heat it up eat."

As he spoke, he looked at Koyo Ozaki, and blinked at her, "You can eat anything, I'll keep it a secret for you."

Rimbaud denied that he was intentionally teasing her. After all, Hongye Ozaki was only 12 years old, and the oriental person had a delicate face. Facing such a little lolita could only arouse his father's love.So he just used his French nature to cheer up the serious and nervous little girl.

Erye Tingming also said: "Everyone will eat it, if you don't have it, others will feel embarrassed to eat too much."

Under such coaxing, Koye Ozaki finally let go, pointing to the strawberry red velvet cake that has attracted her firmly since entering the door, "May I have this?"

Of course, under the gaze of the girl Yingying, who can say no.

At this time, on the second floor of Naruto House, the rich and strong aroma of curry is constantly wafting out from the kitchen. Accompanied by the sound of "stabbing" fried food into the pan, people's appetite is whetted, even if they just pass by this house, smelling When the scent wafting from the cracks in the windows, people can't help but think "Why don't we eat curry today", and speed up the pace of going home.

This is the case for those passing by, not to mention the cubs who are facing the impact of the fragrance on the second floor.Nakahara Zhong also considers himself an older brother, and is still trying to swallow his saliva and bear it for the sake of face. The young Akutagawa Gin does not have that self-control ability. Look inside.

Hungry, hungry.

"Xiaoyin, don't bite your fingers." Akutagawa Ryunosuke rescued his younger sister's wet fingers from his mouth, wiped them clean with a tissue, with a serious expression on his small face, as if he wasn't tempted by the scent at all.

"Grumble-"

Only the belly betrayed the master, and exposed his forced calmness.Akutagawa Gin tilted his head, and innocently patted Akutagawa Ryunosuke's stomach, "Large?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed twice, suppressed the reddening temperature on his cheeks, and carefully stroked Akutagawa Gin's hair, "Well, it's Mr. Bear."

He is wearing a coat with bear pockets on his belly today—God knows where Oda Sakunosuke bought so many fluffy animal elements clothes—the bear is fluffy and looks easy to touch, black and round Looking innocently at Gin Akutagawa, he blamed the grunting sound for nothing.

Akutagawa Gin's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "The bear is talking!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked down at Bear Pocket's innocent black eyes, and nodded, "Yes, it's amazing."

——If it weren’t for Zhongyuan Zhong, who was so hungry that his mind was full of fried chicken nuggets and curry rice, he would have secretly laughed out loud watching this scene.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who pretends to be an adult, rarely makes such childish remarks.

The happy cubs outside don't know the distress of Oda Sakunosuke in the kitchen.

Do too much...

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the large amount of fried pork cutlets that had come out of the pan, and then at the fried chicken pieces tumbling in the pan. In the preparation bowl at hand, there were vegetables that he had wrapped in batter and waited for the pan to be put into the pan. .

Another pot on the stove is cooking curry, which is full of carrots, potatoes, beef, and even a little apple and green pepper for seasoning. The big pot is gurgling and smelling, but Oda Sakunosuke feels full just by looking at it up.

And the rice in the rice cooker...

Did you not pay attention to adding a little more when you put the rice in?

Oda Sakunosuke recalled uncertainly, he couldn't remember how much rice he poured into the rice cooker, somehow he always felt that he seemed to put a little more than usual.

I don't usually do it, so why didn't I pay attention today...

Oda Sakunosuke murmured about the perfection and didn't give him a warning, then picked up the fried chicken nuggets from the pot and put them on the plate, and tapped each piece lightly. "Yam Porridge", I feel that my mood at this time is a bit similar to that of the fifth product facing the big pot of yam porridge.

Obviously I thought about making curry because I haven't eaten curry for a long time, but now curry is the last thing I want to eat.

A writer is worthy of being a writer.

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned, and threw the chicken nuggets with cracks in the batter back into the pan to fry again-this would make the chicken crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and full of juice.

This method was taught to him by Mr. Sato in Warehouse Street. Mr. Sato’s mother used to open a restaurant in Gunma, and he learned a lot of food recipes since he was a child. He is one of the few in the gang who can cook by himself. Men, sometimes drink together and bring their own appetizers.

The fried chicken nuggets were full again. Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a while, and put the vegetables wrapped in batter that could not be reworked into the pan. He stared at the hot oil in the pan and thought about it while bubbling. What to do with surplus food.

Even if Erye Tingming sent him a message just now, saying that he would bring two guests here today, he would not be able to finish a meal with so much food.It’s okay to save the curry for tomorrow, but the taste of the fried food will not be so good if left overnight, and the children in the family are still young, so it’s not suitable to eat fried food as a meal for several days in a row——Oda Sakunosuke recently After reading several books on children's nutrition, I feel that I have gained a lot.

"Knock, knock."

The sound of knocking on the window interrupted Oda Sakunosuke's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw a cat with a white haired head lying on the window, and the words that could not be more straightforward were written in the eyes that were as clear as the sky. "Want to eat", like a stray cat that has been hungry for several days and begs for food.

It seems that there is no need to worry about how to deal with the leftovers.

Oda Sakunosuke opened the window, let in Gojo Satoru who was squatting outside, and looked out again. Unsurprisingly, Xia Youjie was standing below, with his scarf pulled up to cover most of his face, leaning on the telephone pole and holding his hand. The mobile phone took a full record of Wujo Wu climbing the window.

Seeing Oda Sakunosuke look over, Xia Youjie waved to him and said hello, "Can you open the door? We brought some snacks."

Just like the previous visits, Xia Youjie was carrying bags of souvenirs in his hand, and he saw that he and Gojo Wu had just gone out to work, and on the way back, Wujo Wu had a whim and ran around together.

"Wait a moment." Oda Sakunosuke ignored the white-haired big cat that had stretched out its claws at the fried chicken, opened the kitchen door and said, "Brother Xia You is here, go and open the door for him."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa immediately responded, "Leave it to me."

The little bear on his stomach was touched by his sister for a long time, and he couldn't wait to find something to escape from his sister's little hand—he didn't forget to stuff Akutagawa Yin into Zhongya's arms before going downstairs, causing trouble, "Look, little silver." , Brother Zhongye also has ears on his hat."

One sentence successfully drew Akutagawa Yin's attention to Nakahara Chuya's hoodie's ear.Akutagawa Gin grabbed the soft little tiger's ears and refused to let go, calling "Tiger, Huhu."

"Want to help?" Gojo Satoru poked his head out of the kitchen excitedly, but Nakahara Nakaya saw the oily slick on the corner of his mouth. The cub's eyes widened after being hungry for a long time. After entering the door, I heard Nakahara Chuya's unbelievable yell.

"You steal—!"

Immediately afterwards, Xia Youjie felt the soles of his feet tremor. The vibration was not strong, like a very slight earthquake. At the same time, Gojo Satoru groaned—surprised, excited and somewhat depressed. Enduring the pain, he knew it was the sound of Wujo Wu being deflated and overturning the car as soon as he heard it. Xia Youjie immediately quickened his pace and went up to the second floor in two or three steps.

The wonderful scene of Gojo Satoru being deflated must not be missed.

Upstairs, Zhong Yuanzhong was also so angry that his cheeks were flushed, staring at Wujo Wuxiang as he caught a stealing cat, red and black light wandered unsteadily around him, and the mottled patterns under his skin were faintly visible.

Oda Sakunosuke comforted him by the side, only two pieces were eaten and there were many more, and he took out fried chicken pieces and tried to stuff them into Nakahara Nakaya's mouth as a sedative.Nakahara Chuya was chewing on the fried chicken nuggets with puffy cheeks, which did not prevent him from crushing Gojo Satoru, who was maintaining the limitless state, into a puddle of cat cakes on the floor.

Xia Youjie knelt down next to the big white cat's cat cake, poked it with his hand, "Are you still alive?"

Gojo Satoru groaned twice with difficulty, indicating that he was not dead.

It's not the first time that Zhong Yuanzhong has used gravity on him. Before when he was fighting, he would suddenly try to stop him from moving, but the gravity manipulation of the intensity before could not break through his infinite defense, even if the things next to him were all blocked. Gravity cracked it, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling of being restrained or oppressed.

But today, under the hunger and anger of being stolen, Nakahara also performed exceptionally, which made Gojo Satoru experience for the first time in his life what it means to be unable to breathe when an orange cat is pressed down (?).

After being pressed for such a long time, it is estimated that he would die of suffocation.Gojo Satoru felt the suffocation of the lungs being wrinkled and unable to expand under the action of gravity, and judged the cub's ability - the strength was enough, but the accuracy was far from enough.

A little, uh... If you work a little harder...

Gojo Satoru suddenly took a deep breath, and let it out again with a long "ha--", lying on the ground grinning and making a face at Zhongyuan Zhongya.

"Slightly, slightly, practice again, brat."

If it weren't for the fact that Akutagawa Gin was still in his arms, Nakahara Nakaya would have really rushed forward and punched that face.

"Okay, Wu." Xia Youjie slapped Wutiao Wu on the head in a warning manner. Molesting the gods on the god's territory is almost as good as it gets.

"Okay——" Gojo Satoru dragged his voice, rolled on the ground like a boneless one, rolled over to the kotatsu area and stuffed himself in, and changed the subject calmly, "When is dinner?"

If you don't eat the fried chicken nuggets, it will be cold.

The big white-haired cat swallowed honestly as he savored the juicy texture of the fried chicken nuggets, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.