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

It was about two hours after Naoya and the three of them finally stood under the archway engraved with the three golden characters of "China Street".

"I didn't expect to sit on the light rail train for so long. My ass would be numb. If I knew it, I would have teleported here and waited for you." Wujo Wu looked up at the big characters on the archway and muttered, "This is China. Street? It looks ordinary."

"There's quite a lot of people here, what if you really teleport over here and accidentally scare people?" Naoya glanced around, feeling a little emotional, "I didn't expect there to be so many people on weekdays. It’s even more exciting than imagined.”

"It's probably because it's close to the main street, so it's so lively," Zhen Wang looked carefully at the sign on the archway, and explained to Naoya, "Master, our current location is the Yanping Gate on the west side of China Street. , After walking a certain distance, you can see the Shanlin Gate inside, and after that is the main street of China Street, and most of the famous Chinese restaurants recommended in the manual are also opened on this street.”

"Well, so..." Naoya nodded, and then suddenly realized that Zhen Wang was not flipping through the travel brochure in his hand, and asked curiously, "You don't need to read the brochure to know so clearly?"

"Yes, master, I have written down the general layout of Chinatown," Zhenwang replied, smiling, "Although it is not particularly complicated, if there is any place you want to go, master, I can take it directly. You go."

"Zhenwang," I don't know how many times I was touched by Zhenwang's caring in my heart, Naoya smiled helplessly, "We came out to play together, take it easy, you don't have to remember everything so clearly for me."

"Because... this is the first time the young master has gone out to such a lively place, I want to make the young master have fun as much as possible." Zhenwang bent his eyebrows, his expression was full of gentleness and calmness, " And I can go out to play with the young master, I am very relaxed, so you don't have to worry, young master. "

"Okay..." Naoya could only smile helplessly, "Then I really hope you have something to say if you are interested, we can go together."

"Okay, young master," Zhen Wang nodded, then looked around, and asked softly, "Then, young master, do you want to go directly to eat dumplings now, or take a stroll around first?"

"Hmm... I guess I ate breakfast too late, I'm not very hungry yet," Naoya thought for a while, then turned to look at Gojo Satoru, who was already dazzled, and tugged at the hands they were holding, Asked, "Wu, what about you? Do you want to eat dumplings first or watch something else first?"

It turned out that the two had been holding hands.

Speaking of which, Naoya planned to let go of his hand after going out, but he didn't know if it was because he thought it was funny, or because of his clingy personality, but Gojo Satoru kept entangled his hand and refused to let go, except for some necessary When the situation had to be loosened, the two of them held hands almost all the time along the way.

I remember that when the two of them were about to cross the station halfway, because the station was only wide enough for one person to pass through, Naoya let Gojo Gojo let go of him and passed, but after both of them had passed the station, Gojo Satoru held onto him again with a smile on his face. He came up without any hesitation, as if it would be a loss if he missed holding on for a second.

Seeing this, Naoya couldn't help laughing, and said to himself, no matter how powerful Gojo Satoru might be in the future, right now he's just a kid who wants to go out and play hand in hand with his friends—he has a completely elder mentality in his heart, and doesn't care about himself at all. Also as a child.

"Wouldn't it be too hot for you to hold hands all the time?" On the way, Naoya shook the hands they held, and teased, "Is it because you are afraid that you will get lost if you pull so tightly?"

"I'm afraid you can't find your way. There are so many people, what if you are accidentally squeezed away." People have been holding hands all the time, and it is indeed easy to sweat and sticky. A flash of inspiration said, "How about I open the lower limit between our hands, with a layer of air as a diaphragm, so I shouldn't feel hot!"

"...No lower limit is not used by you to play like this," Naoya was silent for a while, and said a little speechlessly, "Besides, your infinite lower limit can be precisely controlled, covering only this part of the hand alone?"

"I don't know." Gojo Satoru shook his head very honestly, "I haven't tried it yet, why don't I try it now?" After speaking, he made a look of gearing up, ready to move.

"No!" Seeing that the other party was really going to try, Naoya immediately stopped him, and even used his other free hand for a while, wrapping Gojo Satoru's larger hand with both small hands, lowering his voice a little nervously The line said, "There are so many people, what will you do if you accidentally go off and send out a [Cang]!"

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes innocently, looked at Naoya, then at his hand wrapped by the other party, grinned, and smiled irrelevantly, "Aren't you too hot now?"

Naoya was stunned for a moment, looked down at Gojo Satoru's gaze just now, and saw his hands tightly holding Gojo Satoru, and instantly realized what the other person meant, and the emotions in his heart were like falling down in the dyeing room. In the big dyeing vat, there was a riot of colors, and he was neither smiling nor angry, so he could only exhale in the end and let the other party hold his hand all the time.

"Naoya, Naoya?" Gojo Satoru, who waited for a while, but didn't see any response from his little friend, opened his other hand and shook it in front of Naoya, "Hey, you're back to your senses, didn't you ask me to eat? What? After how to say it, you ignored me again. "

"Ah..." Naoya came back to his senses and said apologetically, "I was distracted just now, what do you think you want to eat?"

Staring at Naoya for a moment, Gojo Satoru stretched out his finger and poked the other's cheek with a little bit of baby fat, and said a little unhappy, "I'm distracted when I'm talking to you, can I stop thinking about things when I come out to play. "

I am ashamed to say it, and I don’t want to think about who it is because of. Naoya was speechless for a while, pushed the other party’s troublesome fingers away, and apologized again helplessly, coaxing, "Okay, okay, my fault, now let’s go to the place you want to go together first Ok?"

"It's more or less the same." Satisfied, Gojo Satoru took Naoya's hand and was about to run, and said with a smile, "I saw something that looks like a dumpling for sale on the corner of the street, but I don't know what the red ones are. , let’s hurry over and have a look.”

"Okay... hey, slow down," Naoya who was pulled by Gojo Satoru to run, almost tripped over by accident, but seeing the other party's high interest, he couldn't help but also laughed, and turned around and shouted to Mamochi behind him, " Really hope, then let's go there first, don't get lost with you."

Zhenwang waved his hand and responded with a smile, "Okay, don't worry, young master, be careful."

When Naoya was pulled all the way to the corner of Shanlin Gate, he finally saw the so-called dumpling-like thing in Wujo Wu's mouth. It turned out to be candied hawthorn, bright red hawthorn, evenly wrapped in a layer of crystal clear Sugar-coated, some white sesame seeds were randomly sprinkled on the top for embellishment, and one by one was neatly inserted on the wooden pier, which is inexplicably beautiful.

"What is this, Naoya, have you ever seen it?" Gojo Satoru looked curiously, then moved a little closer and sniffed lightly, "I thought it was made of glutinous rice dyed like dumplings, but it smells pretty good. Sweet, it should taste good."

"Anyway, for you, as long as it's sweet, you think it's good," Naoya complained, and then looked at the candied haws together, but it was different from the novelty in Gojo Wu's eyes, and there was a faint nostalgia between his eyebrows and eyes , "This is... candied haws, a kind of sweet snack in Huaguo, made of hawthorn and melted sugar."

"Well, it sounds good?" Gojo Gojo tilted his head and said, then paused slightly, looked at Naoya with curiosity in his cat's eyes, "How do you know so clearly, isn't it your first time in Chinatown?"

Of course I've eaten it a long time ago, Naoya thought to himself, but he didn't say it out loud, and explained calmly, "I've read a book about food from around the world before, and I've seen it in it."

Knowing that Naoya does have a hobby of reading various books on weekdays, Gojo Satoru nodded, no longer thinking about it, and said with a smile, "In this case, let's try this thing today to see if it tastes good. Speaking of which, the boss here ?”

This wooden pier with candied haws is standing alone in the shadow of the wall. Behind it is a shop with a glass window. There are all kinds of candied haws on the trays in the window. It was dark inside, and it didn't look like a human being.

"Go in and ask?" Naoya suggested, then walked to the door of the store, knocked on the open door, and raised the volume and shouted, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

It was only a long while, but there was no one responding quietly.

"Forget it, it looks like the boss isn't here." Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's go to another place to see." Although he said so, the expression on his face seemed dispirited, It can be clearly seen that there is still a bit of loss in it.

Seeing Naoya, he did not leave immediately, but glanced into the store again, thought for a while, his lips moved slightly, as if he was planning something, and after a while, he raised his voice again and called in, "Excuse me, is anyone there?" ?” But this time, what burst out from Naoya’s mouth was a sentence in Chinese.

Gojo Satoru was immediately stunned.

But before he could react, he asked Naoya what exactly he said just now. In the next second, there was a sudden response in the shop where he thought there was no one there, "There are some, sorry, please wait a moment!"

Listening to the voice, it seems to be a middle-aged man, and it is also a sentence in Chinese, but it is different from Naoya's correct pronunciation, and the man's answer has an obvious accent.

After a while, I saw a 50-year-old man coming out of the small door on the innermost side of the store. He looked hurried and apologetic, "I'm sorry, I was making syrup in the room just now, I thought I heard it wrong. , I'm really sorry," the boss saw that there were two delicate-looking children, who seemed to be two brothers, both wearing cute animal ear hats, smiled more kindly for a moment, bent over and asked, "Little guest, do you want to buy candied haws? How many bunches do you want?"

"Two or two strings is enough." After all, he hadn't spoken in Chinese for a long time, and Naoya stumbled a little, "How much is the total?"

However, his stuttering was just regarded by the boss as a child who was a little nervous about going shopping for the first time. After all, in his eyes, Naoya's height was just like that of a five or six-year-old child, not to mention that there was another taller than him behind him. There were a lot of 'brothers', so he patted Naoya's head with a smile, "Okay, did you buy it for you and your brother? Really sensible."

Naoya: "..." No, it's not.

Naoya, who was about to refute that the two are not brothers, was pulled by Wujo Satoru who finally couldn't hold back, frowned, and interrupted dissatisfiedly, "Naozai, you two have been talking there since just now. What is it, why can't I understand anything, is it possible that you are speaking Chinese?"

And the boss at the side was stunned when he heard Gojo Wu's words, looked at Naoya with some surprise, looked him up and down, and asked, "So you are not from Huaguo?"

Naoya: "..."

He really just wanted to buy two bunches of candied haws!