Chapter 81: Cultivation Day 81
Chapter 81
The small house was crowded with people, bearing a weight that it should not have to bear.
Including the newly captured Fushiguro Shijiro and Kong Shigure, a total of eight people will join the dinner at the Fushiguro family.
Kong Shiyu secretly thought that something was wrong and tried to find an excuse to slip away: "I suddenly remembered that I left my souvenir in the office..."
Gojo Satoru held his shoulders, his sunglasses nearly falling off from trying to hold back his laughter. "Don't be so formal. No need for souvenirs. Just treat this place like your own home."
Megumi Fushiguro tactically leaned back and moved to a farther position while holding the bench.
The system acted as a mouthpiece and said, "Why are you shouting so easily? This isn't your home."
Kong Shiyu naturally discovered Gojo Satoru's identity the moment he saw him. A polite smile played on his face. "How can that be possible? Oh, I almost forgot to mention it. I suddenly remembered that the gas at home was on."
"It's okay, it's okay. Just let the gas burn for a while longer." Gojo Satoru said with a smile.
"..." Kong Shiyu was at a loss for words at the moment. He could only hold his forehead and glance at Fushiguro Shier to observe his reaction.
Fushiguro Shige's biggest reaction was no reaction. His eyes were blank and his face was expressionless, as if he had stopped thinking.
If Kong Shiyu had the confidence to speak, he would definitely shout: White teeth.
Kanako next to him started using her usual forced logic: "As the saying goes, 'once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back'. If someone invites you to dinner, then you have to eat. This is how we, the Fushiguro family, treat our guests—"
She turned around and shouted, "This is a notification, not a discussion!"
"You are holding the girls' comic book upside down." Megumi Fushiguro silently reminded.
"This is not an ordinary girls' manga, it's domineering literature!" Kanako said as she quickly straightened the book.
Just then, Miki Fushiguro came out of the room holding a cookbook: "I finally found a recipe for curry!"
She flipped the open cookbook to one side, pointed at the reference picture on it, and compared it with the ingredients needed.
"This... looks like a recipe for curry chicken rice." Kanako leaned in to read.
Tsu Miki said seriously, "It doesn't matter what kind of meat you add. Whether it's beef curry or chicken curry, the most important thing is that it tastes good."
“As long as it tastes good, nothing else matters.”
"That's true." Kanako nodded in approval.
After a moment of serious consideration, Tsu Miki stood up and said, "I remember there were a lot of snails lying on the balcony after the rain. How about we catch them and throw them into the pot..."
"Rejected!" Kanako was shocked. "Just let's have the curry chicken. The choice of meat is very important!"
The smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually disappeared: "I seem to have a bad feeling."
"Take out the word 'seemingly'." Fushiguro Megumi closed her eyes and did eye exercises, then added, "Tsumiki doesn't usually cook at home."
"The discounted bento in the supermarket is much cheaper than cooking. When she is alone at home, she usually relies on grabbing the bento at night."
Gojo Satoru held his chin in his hand, puzzled. "So why should we wait for someone who doesn't really cook to prepare dinner?"
Fushiguro Megumi turned her head towards the system floating in the sky, seeking a glimmer of hope: "Can the other three people cook?"
The system recalled the home economics class at Teitan Elementary School that month and year, and Kanako's famous skill of cooking in the kitchen.
This explosion brought out a special physical talent that could not be explained by science; this explosion shattered Kanako's fantasy of becoming the "strongest" in the entire field; this explosion created a group of fans who followed her free of charge.
I just couldn't learn to cook.
The system was full of black lines, and its ever-changing expression was very interesting to outsiders. Finally, it fell into deep thought.
It also tried to grasp the last glimmer of hope: "Ma... Maki and Mayi must be good at cooking!"
Maki and Mayi had just finished washing their hands at the sink when they asked, "Is there anything you need us to do?"
"It's necessary! You came at the right time!" Tsu Miki referred to the steps in the cooking book and gave instructions in a professional manner.
"Maki, you cut the carrots and potatoes."
"Mayi, can you go out and buy some onions?"
Everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner. Miki Fushiguro was working hard in the kitchen, mixing the chicken with salt and pepper.
Mix well and coat with starch...
"Dang, Tsu Miki's special chicken meatballs are born!"
Kanako clapped her hands and said, "Amazing! It's a perfect elliptical sphere!"
The system realized something was wrong: "...Wait, are there chicken meatballs in the curry?"
Tsu Miki tilted her head in a daze: "Really? Didn't they say that as long as it's delicious meat, it's fine?"
Kanako didn't have too many concerns at this moment. Her stomach had already started to growl. "I don't think it's a problem either."
After chatting for a few words, Tsu Miki repeated the steps of stirring the chicken at lightning speed and made new chicken meatballs.
The first chicken meatball was only half the size of my palm, but the second one was as big as my entire palm.
Soon, chicken meatballs of various sizes were placed on the cooking table, arranged in an arithmetic sequence, and the largest one was about to break through the ceiling.
Even Kanako was stunned for a moment.
The system was dumbfounded: "How can this fit?! Also, why do chicken balls have to be spherical?! Chicken in curry doesn't look like this at all!!"
Tsu Miki couldn't see the system, and of course couldn't hear the complaints.
After chopping the ingredients and buying onions, Maki and Mayi met at the kitchen door. They blinked at each other's identical eye colors, then walked in with heavy faces.
"We're back."
"Welcome back." Tsu Miki said, turning around.
You won’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it.
Maki accidentally used too much force when chopping the vegetables, and the carrots and potatoes she had intended to dice were cut into two brightly colored lumps of mud.
Mayi bought an onion... but after cutting it, Kanako realized that the texture was not right, and found out that the seller had put it in a mold, whether it was accidental or intentional.
Chicken meatballs, stewed purée and fake onions.
The girls in the kitchen fell silent at the same time.
After an unknown amount of time, Tsu Miki finally remembered her younger brother who was the best cook in the family.
"How about...let Hui cook?"
Kanako/Maki/Mai: "No!!!"
The three of them spoke in unison, and the hint of stubbornness and persistence in their voices were surprisingly synchronized.
The system that watched all this: "..."
In its perspective, the chattering children suddenly began to remain still at a certain moment.
Then, a fiery, terrifying gaze burst out from their eyes, like the ultimate Bo awakened in the game world...
"This is a war," Kanako said seriously. "Calling for help would be a sign of weakness, and that word doesn't exist in our vocabulary."
System: Please, it’s just cooking!!
Kanako immediately caught the system eavesdropping openly: "Come here!"
"Are any of those people out there good at cooking?" she asked.
The system thought for a moment: Tsu Miki said Xiao Hui can cook, the other two just met and have no information, and Gojo Satoru...
It remembered that it had caught a glimpse of Gojo Satoru's information when it first unlocked the trial version of "Eye of Insight" for Kanako.
It is said that she is an all-round character who is good at everything except her bad personality and inability to have children.
It's broken! The system then realized that the people outside the kitchen should be the ones who should be in the kitchen.
The group of girls who are now in the kitchen are about to go into a violent and dark phase because they don't know how to cook but are unwilling to accept this fact.
In order to achieve the goal of "making curry", they will do anything.
White teeth!!
The system quickly found an excuse to escape. It passed through the wall and screamed hysterically at the top of its lungs: "Quick—" Escape—
Before he could utter the last word, Kanako ruthlessly pulled it back.
Fushiguro Megumi: "What happened?"
Tsu Miki opened her eyes a little and said gently, "Nothing's wrong. We're just finishing the work."
"All you have to do is wash your hands and prepare to eat."
With a loud "bang!", a sound that was close to an explosion came from the kitchen.
Fushiguro Megumi had a complicated expression: "...Do you need help?"
The answer from inside was: "No need!"
There was a system wail: "Don't let Kanako touch the pot!!"
Gojo Satoru: "?"
Kong Shiyu felt even more uneasy.
Half an hour later, the kitchen door opened and the room was suddenly filled with purple-black mist.
Tsu Miki was holding a pot of curry with great enthusiasm...if that brown dish consisting of an unknown sticky combination of solid and liquid, covering the white rice, could be called "curry chicken rice".
"Wait, Tsu Miki, you forgot this!" Kanako brought another white plate as big as the table and put the black pot on the plate.
"What the hell is this? Dark food from hell!" Gojo Satoru pretended not to notice the murderous looks from both sides. "What's the purpose of this empty plate underneath?"
Zhenyi placed crushed plastic fake onion powder (yes, you read that correctly) in the four corners and said sincerely, "It serves as a decoration and adds a psychological buff to the aroma."
The system was speechless and showed a sad and angry bitter face.
"Have you never seen a cooking documentary? Those Mi0rin dishes are just two-thirds of the normal dishes, and then put a bunch of edible and inedible decorations on the side."
"This will elevate the dish's quality and, by extension, its price, so people will genuinely think, 'Wow, this is a really good dish.'"
“It’s glowing! It’s glowing! —” Kanako explained the inspiration for this dish with great seriousness. “I decided to name it Chicken Curry: [The Dark Devil’s Claws from Hell]”
Tsu Miki wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "The most difficult milestone in the history of the culinary world has finally been developed by us today."
Gojo Satoru's pupils trembled. "You're plagiarizing! I was the one who came up with that name first!"
Kanako slammed her hands on the table.
The world became quiet.
"Anyway, the guests eat first. In order to avoid becoming an unreliable adult in the future, you must set a good example for the children." Kanako smiled kindly, "Eat it all up."
Megumi Fushiguro: Fortunately, I am not included.
Out of curiosity, Megumi Fushiguro quietly made a gesture under the table, summoning two shikigami in the shape of black and white dogs, and signaled them to smell it first.
The two dogs acted as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their expressions and actions frantically conveyed to him in their minds: This is poison!
Fushiguro Megumi: “…”
"Otherwise, fight me, and don't stop until the winner is decided." Kanako announced loudly.
As a result, two warriors quickly picked up the spoon. One was Kong Shiyu who felt he was being coerced, and the other was Fushiguro Shigeru who had given up thinking.
Kong Shiyu took three deep breaths, and with the thought, "It's made with normal food, how can it poison me?", he resolutely took a bite.
He even made up a reason for retreating, such as after taking a bite, he euphemistically remembered that he was allergic to one of the side dishes, and then hurried out.
For example, he would pretend to receive a phone call, pull Fushiguro Shier and say, "It's time to work! How can you sit down and take a break to eat at your age?", and then turn around and leave while talking to himself.
for example……
There are no further examples.
"Kong Shiyu! Kong Shiyu!" Kanako shook the body of the person who fell to the ground.
Because the warrior who dared to face the dark cuisine, his mind has traveled to another world.
Fushiguro Shier swallowed without expression, and then his eyes glanced at Kong Shiyu who was unable to get up again, and Gojo Satoru who was laughing wildly while recording a video with his mobile phone.
Everyone was looking forward to how Fushiguro Shigeru would react.
"I'll help you kill that stitcher." Fushiguro broke the spoon and turned to ask, "How much are you willing to pay?"
Gojo Satoru: "Why are you suddenly interested in working?"
"It's not difficult. Find her and then invite her to dinner." Fushiguro Shigeki calmly stated the plan.
Gojo Satoru understood the sarcasm and said, "Pfft."
At the same time, he was also curious about Fushiguro Shige's change of attitude: "Are you serious?"
Gojo Satoru said suspiciously, "No, this is unlike your character. The last time I almost killed you, you acted like you didn't care about anything and didn't care..."
"Everywhere is hell anyway, so why not pick a hell that looks a little bit nice and continue living there?"
Fushiguro Shiji: "Hey, kid, what's the name of this dish?"
This was the first time that Megumi Fushiguro spoke to him face to face.
But why is it such a strange question?
Fushiguro Megumi could only answer with a tense face: "The pitch-black devil's minions from hell."
“Hell…”
No one knows what Fushiguro Shiori was thinking that night, or maybe he was thinking nothing at all.
The heightened senses brought to him by the Heaven and Curse had magnified everything that happened tonight.
The constant cacophony of bickering and chatter filled my ears, as sorcerers and cursed spirits racked their brains over a perfectly ordinary problem. There was no bloodline, no mission, and no irritating doctrines to be found in their mouths; all they spoke of was pure teasing...
It's like an ordinary family with no burdens.
Fushiguro Jinji thoughtfully recalled a short part of his past, and then he completed the second half of his words.
But when the words came to his lips, he habitually added a mocking tone.
Fushiguro Shiji: "After all, there is no place in this world closer to hell than this."
My stomach started to feel uncomfortable.
Kanako patted his shoulder…it was a little high and she couldn’t reach him, so she patted his arm instead.
"I know, I know everything. The chicken curry must be so delicious that you can't put it into words... Let's go to the daily necessities store and buy Kong Shiyu a new set of underwear."
"Has the other guest eaten yet?"
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow: "Allow me to run 20 meters first?"
Kanako: "One more set."
Gojo Satoru changed the subject: "I understand, this is all the fault of the Suture Curse Master!!"
Fushiguro Megumi felt very tired: "...Can you call an ambulance first?"
【Author’s words】
Next chapter: Catching Brain Flower
Shen Er: Your line is fine, the next second it is mine
The hell speech, I think it is the view that the original teacher Wu said to Yuji
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2024-02-01 23:59:05 and 2024-02-03 23:59:55~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of cream of mushroom soup;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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