The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

To Naoya's surprise, Mamochi prepared sukiyaki for today's dinner.

When he came to the small living room of the office together with Shier, who was still in a daze, there was a thick and sweet aroma of sauce, accompanied by a soft sound of boiling and bubbling. Wang Lisui and Wang Lisuo, in the process of constantly arranging the bowls, chopsticks and side dishes, touched the nuclear wood dining table crisply, like a symphony, passed into Naoya's ears and nose, and gave him long-lost and nostalgic warmth through the five senses.

After seeing the busy Riho, Shier strode over without saying a word, and calmly took over the work in her hands. Seeing this, Riho was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, but did not immediately Leaving, staying by Shi'er's side, raising their heads slightly, the couple whispered some trivial interesting things about today.

"Naozai, come here quickly," Gojo Satoru, who had already sat at the table at some point, patted the seat beside him, grinning and said, "Today's dinner is sukiyaki. Good wagyu shoulder, would you like some more?"

On the other side beside him is Hiroki who has grown a lot taller and his face has become more mature and stable than before. When the other party saw him coming, he turned his body slightly and waved to him with a smile. He waved his hand, the light in his eyes, and the luster shining through the swaying bracelet on his wrist, all reflected the dim yellow sunset outside the window, with nostalgia and a bit of suppressed excitement, he laughed loudly, "Long time no see, Naoya."

"Long time no see, Hiroki," Naoya walked over with Xiaohui in his arms, sat next to Gojo Satoru, and walked around him to look at Hiroki next door, and said with a warm smile, "Listen to Zhenwang, you have Is it too hard for you to be busy with the program and often stay up late all night?"

"Actually, it's okay, because I'm doing what I like, so I don't feel particularly tired," Hiroki scratched his head a little shyly, but he refused to look away from Naoya, and pursed his eyes. The corners of his lips seemed to ask hesitantly, "By the way, Naoya, you came to Tokyo this time, will you...will you go back?" After finishing speaking, Hiroki looked into Naoya's eyes, already With a trace of unchecked expectations.

"Hiroki..." For a while, Naoya couldn't bear to speak, so he could only helplessly say, "I still need to take care of many things in the Zen Temple. I can only come to Tokyo this time as a visit to Tokyo." take a vacation."

"So..." Hiroki's eyes dimmed a bit as Naoya's voice fell, but he still managed to hold up a smiling face and said softly, "Then don't worry, I will Sister and Zhenwang have been guarding in the office, waiting for the day when you are completely finished."

"There's nothing to wait for," Naoya couldn't help laughing at the pitiful and injured Hiroki, "Although I have to go back, it's not like I can't come here often."

"Ah?" Hiroki, who was still immersed in a faint disappointment, almost failed to realize the consciousness in Naozai's words. He was obviously a genius in computers, but now he seemed stunned and murmured in a daze. , "That is to say..."

"That is to say, in the future, Naoya can come here whenever he wants, and he doesn't need to be as troublesome as before!"

Finally, Gojo Satoru, who had been caught between the two for a long time, could no longer bear the feeling of being ignored by Naoya, hooked Naoya's shoulder, and explained to Hiroki self-consciously, "Anyway, this guy has already I have been the head of the family for five years, and the people who have to deal with the things that should be dealt with have almost been dealt with before. Of course, there is no need to stay in the Zen garden house like before, and can't leave for half a step."

"That's it," seeing Hiroki's face obviously much brighter, but with a trace of hesitation hanging between his brows, Naoya couldn't care less about Gojo Satoru's troublesome arm, so he could only smile and nodded to Hiroki as a sign Affirmed, and promised with a smile, "I will often come to the office to visit you and Zhenwang in the future, and besides, I also have some things to do here in Tokyo."

"Okay, okay, now that we all know, let's hurry up and get ready for dinner," Gojo Satoru interrupted Naoya who was about to say something impatiently, and suggested with a smile on his face, "Hey, Naoya, would you like to eat some more? Didn’t you agree before that I will treat you to delicious food when you arrive at the office? I see that your family is really planning to make sukiyaki, so I asked someone to bring over some beef to make sure you are full. .”

As he spoke, he pointed to the dining shelf placed on the other side of the dining table, and on the dining shelf, there were piles of neatly arranged delicate wooden boxes, inside which lay perilla leaves As the bottom, the texture is distinct, and the white fat is like finely fallen snowflakes, covering every texture, bright red and pink meat slices, just looking at it makes people salivate in their mouths.

"You are generous," Naoya snorted when he saw the plethora of fresh meat, squinted at Gojo Satoru next to him, and teased deliberately, "I ate so much when I was in high school, and now it's time for business. So you eat, and you usually eat Hesai's messy desserts, you are not afraid of getting fat."

Naturally, he is very aware of the great energy consumption and demand of Wujo Wu's six eyes and no-lower-limit spells, not to mention that Wujo Wu himself does not do less physical training, and after entering the college, the more he Fa frequently accepts the task of exorcising the curse spirit, and it is really difficult to gain weight.

But these are not worth the moment, he wants to play some harmless little jokes with Gojo Satoru.

"What does that matter?" Of course Gojo Satoru didn't care, he raised his eyebrows and patted his chest confidently, and said nonsense, "The sukiyaki I ate has another stomach to hold it, so there's nothing wrong with it .”

"I'm talking nonsense all day long," Naoya shook his head amusedly, but suddenly felt Xiaohui in his arms moving, as if there was a tendency to wake up, he looked down, and saw Xiaohui was slowly rubbing one side with the back of his hand The eyes on the other side slowly opened, with a hint of confusion just waking up, and murmured softly, "Hmm...it smells so good?"

"Xiaohui woke up?" Naoya gently took Xiaohui's little hand, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes that were stained with tears for Xiaohui, and said with a light smile, "It's time for dinner, you smell The aroma is the taste of sukiyaki."

"So, that's it," Xiaohui nodded, raised her head to look at Naoya, and asked curiously, "Uncle, what is sukiyaki?" Xiaohui, who is only three years old, has never eaten it once. Sukiyaki.

"Sukiyaki is... well, meat cooked in a prepared sauce," Naoya thought for a while, and explained to Xiaohui in a short and clear sentence, "So Xiaohui has never eaten sukiyaki before." Burn it, just try it today, if you like it, eat more."

"En." Xiao Hui nodded again, looking at the pottery pot boiling in the small stove on the table, her eyes were full of small expectations.

Not long after, Zhenwang put all the prepared side dishes on the dining table one by one, took a box of beef from the dining shelf, lifted the lid of the pottery pot, and picked up the beef piece by piece with chopsticks. Arranged in order in the boiling sauce.

After everything was ready, she put the lid back on again, stopped the white smoke flying around, looked at Naoya with a smile, "Master, because the meat slices are not very thick, it only takes about 1 minute to finish it." It's starting, do you need me to help you prepare the egg liquid for dipping meat in a while?"

"No, I don't need it, just prepare one for Xiaohui." Naoya waved his hand, and rejected Zhenwang's kindness with some embarrassment. Not much appetite."

"It's almost enough to eat just a little, and your appetite is really small enough." Gojo Satoru poked Naoya's cheek with some displeasure, frowned and muttered, "Look, in recent years you It’s because they didn’t raise any meat.”

"Naoya, if you don't want to eat sukiyaki, I also cook other dishes."

Without waiting for Naoya to refute, Riho also came over with a plate of food, followed by Shier who was a tall man with his pockets in his pocket, there was a hint of satisfaction in his brows, but Naoya still didn't understand how this satisfaction came from. When He came, Riho had already put the dish in his hand on the dining table, it turned out to be a plate of fried meat.

"Because Wu also sent a lot of very good pork, so I made another fried pork with ginger, I don't know if you like it or not," Riho frowned and smiled, winking at Naoya, Added playfully, "Shen Er and Xiao Hui really like it."

The unique fresh and spicy smell of ginger has faded a lot after being stir-fried over high heat and hot oil, and it is combined with the marinated and tender pork to fully blend with the aroma of the meat. The delicious aroma formed by the combination of ginger and pork, Xiao Hui, who has already experienced Risui's craftsmanship in his arms, has already become a captive of its aroma.

I saw Xiao Hui quickly raised her small head, looked at Naoya with his shiny green eyes, and recommended to Naoya excitedly, "Uncle, the fried pork with ginger made by mom is really delicious."

"Really, my uncle will have a good taste later," I really couldn't refuse Xiaohui to look at her eyes, with innocent eyes of expectation, and finally knew where the satisfaction in Shier's eyes came from. In the end, he could only nod helplessly, and said with a broken smile, "I didn't expect that we, Xiaohui, would like to eat food that is as stimulating as ginger. He is a guy with a strong taste at a young age."

Wait, suddenly, a few memories flashed in Naoya's mind in a flash of lightning, he immediately raised his head and glanced at Shi Er, and couldn't help thinking in his heart, Xiao Hui's heavy taste, could it be... ..It must have been inherited from this guy.

Back then, when they had just escaped from the monastery, he ate a meal of dumplings in the farmhouse. He put a full amount of mustard in Shier’s dish of dipping sauce, but he didn’t expect that the other party would eat it like a normal person, and even I think this dipping sauce is very appetizing...

Looking down at Xiaohui in his arms, Naoya seemed to be able to see a little bit of charm from the still immature eyes and brows, and couldn't help feeling deeply in his heart for a moment, should he really be worthy of being a father and son.

"Naoya, what are you laughing at?" Gojo Satoru, who was always paying attention to Naoya, saw the inexplicable smile on his face, and asked curiously, "Is there something good?"