Today's breakfast is a classic Japanese breakfast, grilled until the skin is slightly burnt, horse mackerel exuding a unique aroma, and salty and warm tofu miso soup, a small bowl of fresh natto with a subtle smell, and finally Steaming hot, soft and sweet rice.

For a simple breakfast, it's more than enough.

Because of Shi Er's vicious cold blow, Naoya can be said to have lost the slightest daze of just waking up, and his whole body is extremely refreshed.

But at the moment, his brows are still furrowed, and the tip of the chopsticks in his hand is still poking at the grilled horse mackerel on the plate, smashing the fresh and tender fish meat, and then picking up a little crumbs to send Put it into his mouth, but he didn't care about the taste at all, instead he glared at Shi Er on the opposite side of the table.

It was as if what he was eating was not the delicious grilled horse mackerel, but Shir's chewy thick skin.

As the instigator, Shier, didn't pay attention to Naoya's 'terrifying' stare at all. On the contrary, he rarely ate his breakfast slowly, completely ignoring Naoya's childish threat from the beginning to the end. When he picked up the miso soup, he also gave the other side a contemptuous look.

Seeing Naoya stunned, he raised the corners of his mouth again, let out a casual sneer from his nasal cavity, and then drank the soup calmly.

Sure enough, Naoya became even more angry.

It's fine if you don't apologize, but you still provoke him!The more Naoya thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he had completely forgotten who was trying to tease whom in the first place, but now he is full of thoughts about how to get revenge.

Regarding the way of getting along with these two cousins ​​who are more than ten years apart in behavior and interaction, sometimes they are almost as childish. Breakfast, unimpressed.

No wonder Zhenwang is so indifferent. At the beginning, she would also act as a mediator to mediate the conflict between the two, or divert the attention of Master Naoya, so as to prevent the two from continuing to quarrel. But after many times, she found that, The young master and Mr. Shi Er are just quarreling and having fun, and they will not really compete for red faces at all.

Sometimes the young master was angrily unwilling to talk to Mr. Shi Er one second, and then brushed past him like a kitten in the next second, without any suspicion, as if the previous situation was just a momentary illusion, and Mr. even Almost never really lost his temper with the young master.

To put it bluntly, most of the time, the young master quarreled with Mr. Shi Er unilaterally, but the other party acted like he didn't care at all—such as now.

Of course, occasionally the young master will really annoy Mr. Shi Er by accident, but even if this happens, Mr. Shi Er will usually not be cruel to the young master.

Well, if the matter of intensifying physical training can't be regarded as public revenge.

However, Zhenwang knew very well in his heart that Mr. Shi Er paid great attention to the severity of his strikes, so that it would not exceed the tolerance of Master Naoza, but at the same time he could exercise his physical strength and training speed to the greatest extent.

In addition, Zhe Helan, who absorbed the young master's dissipated spell power and inexplicably mastered the reversal technique, can heal all kinds of young master's injuries almost instantly. The curative effect is so good that she has no chance to worry.

If it wasn't for taking too many photos last night, looking at the angry little face of Master Naozai at the moment, and those big watery eyes that were burning with anger, I really wanted my hands to itch so much that I wanted to take all these pictures immediately. Save it, after all, in her opinion, every day when the young master leaves the monastery is worth remembering.

Maybe, when she gets to Tokyo, she can buy a photo album?I really hope to think a little uncertainly.

Naoya knows nothing about the "terrible" thoughts in Zhenwang's heart. If he knows that the other party is going to wash out all those childish photos of him and make them into a photo album, he will definitely say nothing to let Zhenwang take pictures His face is gone.

But in fact, even if you know it, it's not a big deal.

Not to mention the presence of Shier, he is happy to see the success of everything that can make Naoya feel ashamed, and he can guess without thinking too much. Naoya.

What's more, just like Zhenwang has been taking good care of Naoya, Naoya has always been more tolerant and gentle to Zhenwang.

After all, based on his real age in several lifetimes, it is more than enough to treat Zhenwang as a daughter.

Those lively and funny photos were taken by Zhenwang, but I just felt that I did not show enough stability and maturity in front of him. On the contrary, I was like a real child against my mental age.

It's a pity that Naoya doesn't know anything about it right now.

In this way, the breakfast ended happily amidst Naoya and Shier's joking quarrel and Mamochi's conception of the photo album.

Seeing that Zhenwang was about to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, Naoya stopped wasting time with Shier, curled his lips and snorted softly, and directly picked up the bowls and chopsticks that the other party left behind after eating, stacked them with his own, and prepared to serve them In the kitchen sink.

When I saw it, I subconsciously wanted to take the bowls and chopsticks from Naoya's hands, "Master, I'll be fine."

But he didn't want Naoya to turn his body slightly, avoiding Zhenwang's hand, and when he met her doubtful eyes, he explained seriously, "I told you, after we leave the monastery, we will work hard together," paused , and then pursed his lips and smiled, "Of course it also includes various housework."

"Master..." Zhen Wang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, retracted his hand, and replied with a smile, "Okay, then be careful, Master."

"It's okay, it's just a few bowls, but that's all," Naozai's words changed, and he glared at Shi Er, who was already lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, picking his teeth leisurely, looking totally lazy. , "And you too, starting today, the three of us will take turns doing housework!"

Wen Yanshi'er snorted and didn't answer, but still maintained a lazy posture unwilling to move, showing no signs of getting up at all.

Because he was holding the dishes to be washed, Naoya really didn't have time to forcefully pull him up for a while, so he could only give him another hard look, and then he turned around and went into the kitchen angrily.

In front of the kitchen island, because the sink is a bit high, Naoya can only tiptoe a little, so that his arms will be able to carefully put all the dishes and chopsticks into the bottom of the sink, and then put them into the sink The filter was sealed, turned on the faucet to adjust the temperature, and added some special cleaning agent for tableware. Then, he rolled up his cuffs and took a square sponge, ready to show off.

However, before he could submerge his hands in the water foam gradually rising in the sink, Zhenwang stepped forward to try to stop him at this moment, "Master, why don't I do this."

There was still a bit of worry between the brows, but the eyes inadvertently looked at his slightly raised toes.

Naoya naturally noticed this little move, and his whole body froze. He felt that he had suffered a serious blow. How could he have imagined that one day he would actually be blocked from doing housework because of his height!

This strengthened his determination to have a glass of milk each morning, noon and evening.

But now, Naoya had no choice but to put down the special sponge for washing dishes, and took the rag, "Then I'll go and wipe the table first."

This time, Zhenwang didn't stop him anymore, and by the way, he carefully helped Naoya's cuffs that had slipped a little, and folded them up a little to prevent them from getting dirty.

Even Naoya, who is used to being taken care of by Zhenwang, is inevitably a little awkward at this time, his face is slightly hot, inexplicably, he always feels like a child who has just started to help his family with housework, and Zhenwang As a 'parent', it is inevitable that he is more worried than relieved.

But Zhizai is not incomprehensible. After all, he himself is indeed only eight years old, and he is also a young master from a big family. In the past three years, he has been taken care of by Zhenwang. If he were himself, At first, it was also not reassuring.

Even in his previous life, he had the habit of helping his family share the housework.

Parents in the previous life were not parents who indulged and spoiled their children too much. Naoya was taught from a young age that within the scope of his ability, his own affairs must be done by himself. For the sake of setting an example for him, it went deep into his heart.

In the final analysis, it is still because of the height.

Thinking that he had to stand on his heels a little bit to barely touch the bottom of the sink, Naoya felt depressed for a while. In the past three years, for some reason, his height growth rate was much slower than the average of his peers Level, even since his eighth birthday, and now half a year, he specially asked Zhenwang to measure it for him before going to bed last night, and there was no change in the middle.

Only 1.2 meters one.

What kind of concept is this, that is to say, on an ordinary single bed with a width of 1.2 meters, it is just right for him to lie on the whole body, and at most there will only be a heel sticking out!

His height seems to have been frozen, staying at the age of eight years old. It is no wonder that Zhenwang is worried and wants to stop him from trying to wash the dishes. If he accidentally slips, he is afraid that he will take the bowl with him All have to fall to the ground.

Sighing, Naoya came to the dining table with a rag, and resignedly wiped away the food residue that fell on the table bit by bit.

However, here he and Zhenwang are working hard to clean up, while Shier, who is leaning on the sofa over there, enjoys it even more. He finds the remote control from nowhere and turns on the TV. He watched TV programs as he wished, and he mercilessly switched some channels just before they made a sound.

Ever since, I saw the TV screen flickering back and forth, so fast that Naoya couldn't even see a single picture clearly.

"Shener, you..." Just when Zhizai wanted to stop the other party from constantly persecuting the poor TV, Shier suddenly changed from his previous lazy and leisurely appearance, sat up straight, and leaned his upper body slightly forward, There was also a little more interest in his expression, and he stared intently at the TV screen that had finally stopped.

"...What are you looking at, suddenly so serious."

Naoya murmured, a little curious in his heart, immediately put down the rag, walked closer to the front of the TV screen, took a closer look, but saw that it seemed to be a scene of a sports field, and the zoomed-out lens drew all the noisy crowds Entering the small screen, the gray area looks extraordinarily crowded and lively.

"What kind of game is this?" Naoya turned his head and asked, but saw that Shier ignored him at all, and was still staring at the screen intently, watching endlessly.

Some rolled their eyes in self-indulgence, and Naoya no longer expected that Shier, who had completely fallen into him, could answer him, and turned his gaze back to the TV program again, preparing to find the answer by himself.

At this time, the picture on the TV screen has undergone a new change. As the camera zooms in and switches, he finally sees the contestants of this grand event—the complexion is radiant, and the figure is strong and knotted. Of...a racehorse.

For a while, he was not sure if there was something wrong with his eyes, Naoya took a closer look again, and after a while, he was sure that he was right, the protagonist of this event was indeed horse racing.

"...Are you looking at this?" After a long silence, Naoya asked softly, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Hearing this, Shi Er gave him a sideways look, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, he shifted his gaze to the screen again, and only hummed casually to this question.

"That's right, let's make a bet on the horse race, and the bet is all the housework for today." Naoya turned to look at Shier, folded his arms and raised his chin and asked, "Just tell me, which horse do you like?"

Immediately understood Naoya's meaning, Shi Er frowned, obviously interested, and said a number from his mouth without any consideration, "Number seven."

It seems that he has already had a favorite goal.

"Are you sure you don't want to change it? Okay," Naoya nodded, stopped persuading, and said bluntly, "In this case, then I will bet that you will lose on the seventh, and the loser will be responsible for all the housework today. Don't play tricks !"

No one can escape from doing housework today, even if you are a heaven and a tyrant!

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