Along with a sinister laugh, the figure slowly sank into the ground and disappeared...
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It was already dark when Di Wang and Fubuki returned to Saitama's cabin.
“Click—”
The moment you open the door, the rich aroma of hot pot hits you.
On the low coffee table in the middle of the living room, an old-fashioned copper pot was bubbling with steam, and the specially-priced cabbage breakfast at the bottom of the pot was stewed until soft.
Saitama slumped on the floor like a salted fish, his bald head reflecting the fluorescent light of the TV, his fingers occasionally picking at his belly button.
"I thought you two eloped!" Saitama got up quickly, rubbing his deflated stomach and complaining, "I'm almost starving! Genos is so stubborn that he has to wait for you to come back before he'll eat!"
Genos' serious voice came from the kitchen: "Teacher, hospitality is basic etiquette."
Di Wang chuckled and shook the bulging plastic bag in his hand: "I met a blind weirdo on the road, which delayed me a bit. These are war necessities, just right for making soup base."
A corner of dark green kelp poked out from the bag.
"Kelp?!" Saitama's eyes lit up instantly, "This is a good thing that can make the soup more delicious! Genos! Quick!"
Genos immediately poked his head out of the kitchen. "Teacher, I remember there was a rumor that kelp is good for hair, but there is actually no medical basis, and there is no evidence to prove that it can promote hair growth."
"Who wants to hear that?" Saitama snatched the plastic bag and tore it open roughly, "The right thing to do is put it in the pot right away!"
"It's said on the Internet that kelp can help promote hair growth! Could it be that Saitama-kun...?"
Fubuki gracefully took off her coat and hung it behind the door, then walked over to the coffee table with a cat-like step and knelt down, her dark green skirt spreading out an elegant arc on the floor.
Saitama's movements froze in mid-air, and his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Genos was completely unaware and continued in a serious tone, "But teacher, after my detailed investigation, this statement lacks scientific basis. For example, this authoritative website clearly points out..."
"Shut up!" Saitama's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound. "I never said I wanted to grow hair!"
Fubuki covered her mouth and chuckled at the right time, with a mischievous light flashing in her emerald eyes: "Oh? So our B-class tail-ender cares about this?"
"You guys--!" Saitama was so angry that smoke came out of his head. Just as he was about to explode, he was blocked by a glass of cold beer handed to him by Di Wang at the right time.
"Okay, let's eat." Di Wang skillfully adjusted the atmosphere and put the sliced Wagyu beef into the pot.
The red and white slices of meat stretch out in the boiling soup, exuding an enticing aroma.
This belated hotpot dinner was served in such a cheerful atmosphere.
In the steam rising from the hot pot, the silhouettes of four people sitting around were projected on the wall, and sometimes their chopsticks would become tangled as they fought for slices of meat.
In the world of One Punch Man, in order to facilitate people's travel and heroes' support, maglev trains operate around the clock.
When Di Wang returned to M City and opened the door of his apartment, the clock already pointed to one o'clock in the morning.
There was only a dim wall lamp on in the living room, giving the outlines of the furniture a soft gold edge.
Mosquito Girl curled up on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
Her pale cheeks looked particularly peaceful in her sleep, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, and her red lips were slightly open, making tiny breathing sounds.
A plate of exquisite Japanese sweets and a cup of steaming black tea were neatly placed on the coffee table.
Di Wang reached out and touched the teacup. The warmth from the cup wall told him that the Mosquito Girl must have heated up the tea several times before falling asleep, just so that he could have a hot bite when he came back.
This small detail brought a rare warmth to Di Wang's heart.
He tiptoed to the sofa, bent down and picked up Mosquito Girl.
The Mosquito Girl unconsciously rubbed against his arms in her sleep, whimpering like a kitten.
The curtains in the guest room were not drawn tightly, and a ray of moonlight shone obliquely on the bed.
Di Wang carefully placed the Mosquito Girl on the neatly made bedding.
When he pulled the quilt over her, Mosquito Girl murmured in her dream: "Boss... Welcome home..."
Di Wang's hand paused in the air for a second, then he gently tucked the corner of the quilt for her.
Under the moonlight, the mosquito girl had a satisfied smile on her face, as if she was having a sweet dream.
When leaving the guest room, Di Wang did not notice that a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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