Chapter 51

[Yes, yes, yes! You open it!]

[Wait, I seem to understand something suddenly?]

[Hey guys, did Kitsunesuke accidentally open it when he was adjusting the camera? So we were not supposed to see it?]

[Hahahahaha, Kitsunesuke is awesome, well done!]

[Well done!]

[MVP of the match: Kitsunesuke]

"Hahaha, this is really scary." After discovering that the camera was on, Mikazuki quickly stepped back and stared at the camera as usual. "Well, good morning, see you again."

[Good morning!!]

[Ah, hearing this so early in the morning, I can die without regrets!]

[Are you cooking this morning? No, be careful!]

[You made breakfast?]

[It’s okay to make breakfast, but don’t hurt yourself QAQ! ]

This time, Mikazuki in the camera can finally read the bullet screen.

In fact, some viewers had already noticed that something was wrong, but when they were greeted, they all forgot about the jokes and a bunch of "good morning" flooded the screen.

"Yes, I'm in charge of breakfast."

"You think it's weird that I can make breakfast? Hahaha, it doesn't matter. Although it was a little difficult at the beginning, I'm already very skilled now..."

Hearing this, Kitsunesuke slapped Mikazuki's hand on the table with his little paw: "No way!"

It still had the virtual interface it had just opened after searching for recipes in front of it. It had referred to the data when processing the ingredients and placing them. And... His Highness Mikazuki's technique was so scary that it always hurt its paws when it saw it.

[Hahahaha I really believed your lies, did you think I was blind just now?]

[Kitsunesuke is worried]

[I have to say that this Mikazuki is really skilled. If my Mikazuki took a kitchen knife, I'd be afraid he'd chop himself into pieces.]

[I just believe it reluctantly.]

[Kitsunesuke is so disrespectful that I am dying of laughter]

Then they saw that the charming Fu Shenshen had the same expression as always, and the look in his eyes as he looked at the camera seemed somewhat gentle to everyone. He still had a smile on his lips as he picked up the gloves.

"Well, the master will be getting up soon, so we have to prepare it before then. It seems like everyone is looking forward to it..."

"Then, let's get started."

He said it seriously at the end, and all the spectators with Mikazuki in the Honmaru were in a trance, as if they were being responded to when they arranged for the Grandpa to go out on the field.

But there were also reactions that didn’t notice this.

[Hello!]

[I pretended not to see it!!]

Having completely ignored the bullet screen, Mikazuki lowered his eyes and put on his gloves.

The sun shines in through the window in front of him.

It brightens the skin tone, brings out the shadows cast by the eyelashes, and also makes the lower lips glow with a moist glow.

His fingers were very long, and the junction between his wrist bones and palms had a bony feel that was unique to men.

It was covered with black fabric, falling right at the bottom of the palm, with slightly raised edges.

Just as he took the other one and pulled it twice but still couldn't completely fit the front end of his fingertips, he stretched his wrist to his mouth.

The bullet screen had long disappeared, and at this moment they held their breath, not daring to even breathe, but suddenly they heard a cry of "Ah——!".

Following closely behind was yellow and white fur, which completely blocked the camera in an instant.

"Miratsuki-dono! Don't bite the gloves with your mouth!!"

After a brief silence, the barrage exploded again.

[I#￥%……&*（*&……%Kitsune no Suke!!!]

[Gah! !]

[Kitsunesuke, you are no longer the good and caring child of the Judge, you traitor!]

[Why! Why are you!]

[It’s fine if they just blocked it, but they even called out the action. Why the hell!]

[Fox's help, I'll shark you! !]

They heard Mikazuki Munechika say "Hmm?" with a hint of doubt in his eyes, not too strong but real.

"No, it just can't be done." Kitsunesuke.

Perhaps Mikazuki reached out his hand to Kitsunesuke, the picture in the video lit up for a moment and then darkened, and the source of Kitsunesuke's voice changed.

It looked like the other party grabbed the camera equipment while it was activated.

Kitsunesuke closed his eyes tightly and was determined: "Even if you pick me up, I won't let go!"

[……]

[This is really hard work. I suddenly feel less angry.]

[Not to the extent that]

[My tears flowed from the corners of my mouth. Your Three-Day Moon Palace seduced me, but you didn’t let me see it!]

[No need]

[Although I covet his beauty, I really can't do anything]

The audience in the live broadcast room can only hear the sound.

"Hahaha, but I'm already dressed."

"You won't let go even if this happens?"

The camera quickly regained its brightness, and the image went from blurry to focused, with the human figure once again in the camera.

Kitsunesuke squatted aside with his ears twitched, scratching his paws restlessly, and Mikazuki rubbed his head.

Thinking about Mikazuki's actions and listening to his tone, no matter what the facts were, they seemed extremely tolerant.

[I died, I rose, I was well again]

[Help, is he responsible for the ear pregnancy? ? ]

[Woooo, I’m Kitsunesuke!]

[Kitsune's Help +1]

[Hiss, sister on the left, you are so into it... emmm, you did the right thing! How can Sanming's biting gloves be seen by others!]

[sisters,

I can't see it even if I put it in! So I can only cry, shashasha]

[The only thing I am thankful for in my life is that I woke up early today, sat in front of the computer, and opened the screen recording software when the live broadcast room opened. /Drinking tea]

[! ! ! ]

[I have a friend on the left!]

[Sister in front, please lend me a video to talk!]

Munechika changed the position of the camera.

The new angle was high up to the side, not too close nor too far, and I could clearly see the cooking table in front of Mikazuki, but I couldn't see the face of the god of death.

However.

They noticed that Mikazuki was adjusting the equipment for viewing the bullet screen, and thought that he should change positions, so they quickly communicated with each other during this gap.

[Gudong…]

[Actually, I am better at this angle]

[I understand. After all, the face and the body are together. I always stare at Mikazuki’s face unconsciously.]

[Okay, let’s end it soon]

So when Munechika looked at it, it seemed quite normal.

[Be careful with fire! The pan must be dry before adding oil!]

[Hey, do we need to make tamagoyaki first?]

This time, he did not tell them not to worry, but instead picked up the eggs and beat them in the basin.

So the audience in the live broadcast room watched him beat the egg liquid, turn on the fire, apply oil, pour in the egg liquid, add seaweed, then cheese, roll it up with a small rolling spatula, pour in the egg liquid again, and roll it up again.

Surprisingly, it’s much better than what most kitchen novices can do.

The egg-cracking action was not professional enough, and occasionally a small piece of eggshell fell off.

The overall cooking speed is quite slow, but the method is clear, so it looks surprisingly good.

After this process is repeated one more time, the tamagoyaki is cut evenly and slowly with a knife, squeezed with salad dressing and sprinkled with red caviar.

This time, let alone looking presentable, it is simply quite tempting.

[Mi-chan!! I want to eat tamagoyaki for lunch today!]

[Me too!]

[Heh, what's that? I've already told Gexian that we'll have tamagoyaki this morning!]

[hhhh Today's menu is Tamagoyaki! I'm already hungry]

[That’s it? That’s it? Is that enough for you to scream? I can eat ten servings of Mikazuki’s tamagoyaki by myself!]

[Funeral of Friendly Soldiers]

[Sorry, sister on the left, I didn’t put away the knife]

He is very serious and has never looked at the bullet screen since he started cooking.

Kitsunesuke was also lying quietly nearby, but his eyes, which had never let down his guard, showed that he was still on guard against any unexpected events.

To be honest, if they had not witnessed the tragic scene of Mikazuki cutting and washing vegetables at the beginning, they would have been fooled.

The last one I presented is barely

A traditional breakfast.

White rice, salmon grilled, tamagoyaki, miso soup, and vinegared kelp.

They were all placed on a plate, two portions in total.

The last thing on the plate is Kitsunesuke's fried tofu.

"Ahhh, fried tofu!! Mikazuki-dono is a good man!" Kitsunesuke's tail swung to the afterimage.

"end."

In the camera, Mikazuki Munechika's tone of voice carries a slight sense of accomplishment, and he looks at the camera with a smile in his eyes.

"How about it? Even if you are a grandpa, you can make breakfast."

This was probably a response to those people who were overly worried about him in the beginning.

[So amazing…]

[I never thought I could do so well]

[Grandpa Wuwu, what on earth have you been through?]

[But why only two?]

After being enlightened by this barrage, many people reacted with horror, saying "no way" in their hearts, and dared not post barrages casually anymore.

[Speaking of which, that glove... unexpectedly looks familiar, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before]

Since they were prompted to think by two bullet screens in succession, these two bullet screens were the clearest in the entire bullet screen frame, so they were naturally noticed by the person who was asking questions just now.

Mikazuki Munechika, who was broadcasting live, had a very good temper and usually answered normal questions in the barrage.

So after these two obvious comments were noticed, they received a response.

"Why are there only two? Because the master and I are the only ones in Honmaru right now, but new swords will be available soon."

"Gloves……"

Speaking of this, Sanriki Munechika's eyes moved slightly, but he did not reveal the answer directly. Instead, he smiled slightly.

"It's time, everyone go have breakfast, that's all for today, see you next time."

The screen dimmed at a speed that caught people off guard, illuminating the faces of everyone in front of the screen.

Only the barrage was left, slowly floating in the live broadcast room.

[Fuck!]

[I'm blind :)]

[I was forced to understand the gap between myself and the Godly Face.]

Because they all saw Mikazuki standing in front of the camera without moving.

[Very good, Kitsunesuke, it's you again! :)]

[Success is due to the help of the fox, failure is also due to the help of the fox/crying/crying]

[It was very sudden, and I felt like I had an extra... obstacle in my relationship]

[Left +1]

[Wuwuwu, I want to be alone with Mikazuki/wiping tears]

[I will go and have breakfast now. Goodbye, sisters!]

The live broadcast room was quiet for a while, but the number of people online remained around two thousand.

Finally someone spoke up.

[Want to discuss the situation in Honmaru?]

[Come on, I'm really poor, and there is a

Very serious problem.]

[I calculated that the rewards Mikazuki Munechika received in the past few days are about 300,000 or more.]

[This amount is enough for my Honmaru to spend for a week, including food, drink and pocket money for the swordsmen. In my Honmaru, I eat healthy green plants that I grow myself. I don’t know why they are addicted to junk food.]

[Everyone who has bought it knows that Wanwu’s McDonald’s is really expensive.]

[No, there are only Mikazuki and the Shingen. It shouldn't be the new Honmaru. The original Mikazuki is long gone.]

[Wow, the sister on the left is so rich.]

[300,000 is definitely enough to renovate the Honmaru, right? Let alone renovating it, the kitchen would have to be upgraded to be about five times bigger.]

[So where did the money go?]

[It's impossible that I won't mention it...]

[The one on the left, impossible, Kitsunesuke is here, and the internet connection seems to be working fine.]

Indeed, after all, you can look up recipes online.

In fact, Kitsunesuke has always been an auxiliary "tool" of the judges. Seeing it so close and worried about Mikazuki, they didn't have any random thoughts. They just couldn't understand why the other side was so poor even though they had received a reward.

Finally, after realizing that they could not come to any conclusion, everyone speculated about the origin of the black gloves for a long time. It was not until 9:15, close to the working hours of the Inquisitor, that they dispersed.

Rando Shiro was on duty today, he was not on duty, not on the battlefield, and not on any expedition, so he was in the tea room, doing handicrafts first while keeping a tablet beside him, and the live broadcast room was never closed.

He read through the various speculations on the screen.

What I noticed was that the shoulders of the shirt were a little wide on Mikazuki.

Those gloves, shirt and trousers seem to be all cut from a candlestick...right?

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