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Like all teenagers who try to taste tobacco away from their teachers, he opened the bathroom window and let the night breeze blow away the smell of cigarettes.
Even if he caught her secretly smoking, Gojo Satoru would only give her a resentful look and a few innocuous reproaches. So when she cleaned up the traces, she didn't take it too seriously, forgetting to wipe off a little bit of cigarette ash, not caring at all about being discovered.
Outside, the night faded, and the sky was already light. Time to prepare breakfast. My coat hung loosely on my arm as I pushed open the kitchen door. The refrigerator hummed to life, and the cold air, wrapped in the sweet, creamy aroma, hit me. The freezer shelf was piled with several half-eaten boxes of cake, convenience store rice balls, and two boxes of instant curry.
It was all just enough to eat. He stared at it for two seconds, then gently closed the door and muttered to himself, "What a shame! This six-eyed creature is ruined."
After picking and choosing from a bunch of desserts and fast foods, I was able to gather the main ingredients for the omurice. Then I went to Jay's room to see if I could find some meat.
Like Gojo Satoru, she needs a lot of sugar, but she's far from relying on sweets as her main diet. Rather than indulge in unbridled sweets, she prioritizes a balanced diet of meat and vegetables. While she'll supplement with sugar when necessary, she's actually more drawn to meat; she can't live without it.
She and Nozomi's tastes were perfectly matched—after all, what's a good drink without food? Wine and meat were the perfect complement. As for Jie, she couldn't fathom how anyone could be so addicted to bland noodles in a clear broth, so bland it made one question life itself. No wonder he later strayed into extreme thinking. Gojo Satoru was even more outrageous. He didn't smoke or drink, but he was obsessed with sweets, like a sweet tooth still in its mother's milk.
This group's dinner was the ultimate test for their stomachs: the health-conscious group requested clear soup, the heartier ones asked for red soup, and the dessert lover requested ice cream hot pot. Every time they ordered a dish, they were all so stubborn and uncompromising that it was difficult to satisfy everyone, so they had to accommodate them all.
They should be left hungry.
Clean out the half-eaten cakes and rice balls that are about to expire, throw away what should be thrown away and keep what should be kept. After some tidying up, the refrigerator is almost empty.
I tapped the egg gently against the edge of the bowl, cracking it a little. The egg yolk slid smoothly into the empty bowl. I used chopsticks to stir the egg white and yolk until they gradually blended. I set it aside and prepared to borrow some ingredients from Takeshi Suga.
She is a bit picky about the food she eats. Rich, nutritious, beautiful and delicious are all essential. This is the style and taste of life.
Nutrition is the bottom line, deliciousness is the foundation, and aesthetics—that's taste. In her opinion, those who can barely make do with three meals a day probably lack sufficient passion for life.
Every time they had dinner together, they would have it in Jay's room. His refrigerator was always the most well-stocked, with not only ingredients but also seasonings. However, it might not be as fresh as it used to be, as they hadn't eaten together in the past few days.
I'm a little hungry, so I'll make more. I've been rushing around eating lately, running around everywhere, and I don't have time to cook for myself.
Click.
He tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs to Jie's place. Gojo Satoru had suggested that Jie move upstairs, but he refused. "Is it too bad to disturb you?" his eyes and tone were subtle.
They were not dating at that time, but Jay had already noticed the signs and wisely backed off a bit, realizing that this idiot still wanted to join in the fun with everyone.
If conditions permit, he would fully agree to sleeping in a dormitory.
As my fingertips touched the door panel, the coolness of the wood had not yet penetrated my skin. The expected resistance did not appear, but was replaced by a slight tremor as the lock tongue slid open.
He didn't lock the door.
Since when did his door and Gojo Satoru's shameless behavior become useless decorations in front of her?
Perhaps only Glass still retains the good habit of locking the door.
Pushing the door open, the scent of hand-mixed fragrance hit him—she had sent it out. Looking past the entrance, the room's messy state formed a strange contrast with its owner's usual style. A corner was cluttered with several people's belongings. This permitted disorder, perhaps more precious to Jay than any tidiness, was a reminder of Jay's true worth.
"What a mess! Does this guy come here every day to eat and drink for free?" Is this place hygienic? Hopefully, there won't be any cockroaches.
The moment the refrigerator door opened, cold air, carrying the aroma of various ingredients, hit me. The freezer was packed to the brim: steaks still dripping with blood in their packaging, broccoli and mushrooms neatly stacked in crisper boxes.
I picked out two steaks and a bag of lettuce, then caught a glimpse of a box of wilting carrots and unopened blueberries in the corner. I simply took out all the less-than-fresh ingredients.
It's been sitting there for a while now, and the edges of the lettuce leaves are starting to curl up due to dehydration. You have to eat it quickly, or you'll have to throw it away.
He squatted down and pulled out an eco-friendly bag from the depths of the cupboard. The steak was carefully wrapped in plastic wrap, and the vegetables were arranged in layers according to their pressure resistance, separating those ingredients that were on the verge of spoiling.
He hooked the bag's opening with his index finger and turned it twice to confirm the capacity, then looked back at the refrigerator - the arrangement of the fresh-keeping boxes was finally no longer crowded, and even the sound of the air-conditioning circulation became smoother.
"It's better to have a full refrigerator."
Leaving Jie's room, I went upstairs and thought about the steps to prepare the ingredients. Should I fry or deep-fry the steak? The frying sound is a bit loud and will wake up Gojo Satoru.
Besides, my stomach couldn't handle such greasiness in the morning. I weighed the butter I'd picked up, and the chopped parsley made a tiny crunching sound in the glass bottle.
Steak, salad, omurice, and two fried eggs... well, I can finish it.
With a soft click, the kitchen became a separate space. Hipper thawed the steak in cold water, then washed and cut the vegetables. While he waited, the aroma of coffee beans wafted from the grinder.
The steak was almost thawed by the time it took to make a cup of coffee. Although it was still a little hard, there was only so much time in the morning and it was impossible to pursue perfect taste.
Cut the butter into small pieces and melt it in the pan. The milky aroma spreads, and the steak sizzles the moment it touches the bottom of the pan. Take out the necessary seasonings while it is grilling so that they are easy to use.
You don't need much skill to make steak taste good. Instead, use butter and seasonings wisely and everything will be delicious.
Calm down and enjoy every moment of food preparation, the aroma and color, all your senses are telling of the beauty of this moment.
"They probably wouldn't have thought that cooking is the way to relieve stress." She is not an electronic ghost, so there is no need to think of her as something magical.
“Even geniuses need to eat.”
Talking to herself when she is alone and sorting out those moments that need to be savored carefully is her unknown habit.
The color of the steak has reached the doneness I prefer. I pick it up, cut it into small pieces, put it on the plate, and sprinkle it evenly with parsley and black pepper. Then I start preparing breakfast for another person.
"Omurice, even breakfast is sweet, tsk..." Is it because Six Eyes consumes a lot of energy and can only eat sweet food, or is it because he is so used to eating sweet food that his tongue has become so picky that he can't tolerate sour, spicy and salty food?
My taste in the morning is always salty. Can his childish diet improve a little?
"A 28-year-old's taste is more normal." Although the sugar intake is still more than hers every day, at least it is not a full meal.
"Sizzle!" The egg slid into the pan, and with a flick of the wrist, a beautiful omelet was formed. As for the rice? Who has time to cook it in the morning? Self-heating rice will do.
The soul of omurice lies in the golden egg coating - it must completely wrap the rice, and any damage is a lack of trust in her skills.
Finish.
His eyes fell on the milk carton. He found Gojo Satoru's cup from the cupboard, washed it, dried it, and filled the cup.
"Only ice milk is normal."
Normal youth standard package.
It was eight in the morning, the perfect time for breakfast. As for Gojo Satoru's... he'd probably have to sleep until noon before getting up, so I'd put it in his lunchbox. It wouldn't taste as good, but someone who couldn't get up for breakfast couldn't be picky.
The sound of the fork hitting the plate was particularly clear - this was the breakfast atmosphere she was most familiar with. Alone, quietly, she carefully finished every bite of food.
"Well, the quality of the meat is not so good. The proportion of the sauce is well adjusted today." He commented on his own results and continued eating.
The ice cubes hit the inner wall of the glass. Gojo Satoru would probably frown at the sight of the coffee without sugar and cream.
Steak, salad, coffee, fried eggs. This healthy appetite is the result of years of consistent healthy eating, never disrupted by work. Eating on time—this is a small task that most people struggle to accomplish.
Time to get back to work for the day. It's going to be... busy. Let's give them a surprise before we go.
It is one thing to have the courage to spy on the whereabouts of the genius and be instigated by the primordial celestial body, but it is another thing not to refuse to watch.
Let’s do more training, these guys are very idle.
^_^
I opened the silent college group chat, and the last record was Teacher Gojo's question, "What souvenirs should I bring?", followed by a few sporadic replies, and then there was silence.
"It's so quiet, let's make it more lively."
Young people should be more lively.
[Genius Spellcaster☆~: Moshimoshi~]
[Genius Spellcaster☆~: You should get some rest early tonight.]
Perhaps they were paralyzed by her considerate condolences, and they all came out to speak actively in the group.
[Panda is not Panda: Are you done with your work? ]
[Gou Juanji: You should also rest early]
[Wholesale Scarecrow: When will you be back? Gojo-sensei's treat]
[Yuji Itadori: Good evening! *xyag%……]
【Fushiguro Megumi: Don’t worry about him】
No one mentioned the matter of spying on the genius because they were all terrified that Hipper would come after them in anger.
I guess he hasn't figured out how to apologize yet.
Great teacher GoJo: Need some dessert? No waiting time!
Great teacher GoJo: Remember to bring a gift for your teacher when you return ^o^
Great teacher GoJo: You care about us so much, are you planning to do something bad?
【Yuji Itadori: Fear.JPG】
What a long nickname... and quite narcissistic. He's actually looking forward to exposing the students' concealed anxieties, right?
You are so mean, teacher.
[Genius Spellcaster☆~: Going back tomorrow]
[Genius Spellcaster☆~: All additional training]
[Genius Spellcaster☆~: You all must want to become stronger too, right?]
Change the nickname and make them feel a little nervous.
[Genius: Holding a Grudge - Training Doubled]
[Genius: Holding a grudge—: All missions are transferred to the Primordial Celestial Body. If you peek again, you'll be fed Ryomen Sukuna's fingers.]
The group was quiet again, with only Teacher Gojo refreshing the screen without being affected by anything, and making the scene lively by himself.
[The Strongest Six Eyes: Come back soon, they are all waiting for you]
[Strongest Rokugan: How about going to that restaurant we went to last time? Or should we go have some barbecue?]
[The Strongest Six Eyes: Waiting for you to come back~]
…
This nickname is even more blatant than the previous one, and it is rare to be so confident.
Those who were teasing me were so scared that they didn't dare to speak. Let's change it back.
【Hippo: Yes, I cook】
Ignoring how shocked they were after the message was sent, I put the dishes away in the sink, cleaned up a bit, and prepared to go out to work.
You mean washing dishes? Isn't it too cheap to let the person who cooks wash the dishes?
It must be Gojo Satoru who washes the dishes.
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