Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Under the interference of the concealment buff, those few gunshots were compressed by half, and they couldn't reach the downstream at all.

So when Yato, who was full of sleep, returned with the fishing net that had managed to catch a small fish, he saw that the iron bucket at the feet of the pink-haired "girl" was already overflowing, and there was a tendency to catch the entire river empty. .

Not to mention making a whole fish feast, ten meals are enough.

The small net bag in his hand fell down with a "snap", causing the small fish that accidentally fell to the ground to roll twice and successfully returned to the rushing river.

The record is cleared.

"Ah, Yato-san is back?"

The little devil who had already dealt with the fighting scene acted as if nothing had happened, and greeted him with a friendly smile, "I just met a kind person who gave me a lot of fish, and I will take some for you later, shall I?"

"Another 'good-hearted person'...?"

He couldn't help repeating the key words hesitantly, obviously feeling that something was wrong - no matter how beautiful "she" is, she is easy to attract bees and butterflies, but the probability of meeting strange creatures is too high, isn't it?

Moreover, this is in a sparsely populated forest...

If not, he would not be able to safely go downstream to sleep and completely leave the other party alone.

So, it really is——

"You don't have any special abilities, do you?"

The god with canine intuition couldn't help bending his index finger against the corner of his lips, and talked about the most likely situation that he felt was most likely to occur. However, at the same moment he was analyzing on his own, the smile of the person in front of him suddenly deepened a lot, becoming It's getting sweeter.

If he could smell murderous aura, he would have the illusion of accidentally falling into a cotton candy factory right now.

——Ah, have you been seen through?He obviously likes Mr. Yato.

Kurihara secretly sighed with regret, but did not make any dangerous moves, but let the other party pinch his jaw and look up and down, and finally expressed his guess seriously: "Sure enough, it must be... Passively opened. Do you love supernatural powers? That’s right, Yato-sama has long felt that something is wrong!”

"Well, in other words, did Mr. Yato fall in love with me from the very beginning?" He bent his eyes and teased the unreliable god with a smile. No one could find out what he was thinking just now .

Then as a matter of course, the poor guy who was hit by the straight ball blushed in the next second, and raised his hands to cover up and yelled strangely.

"Who, who, who will fall in love with a little girl? You are too confident!"

"Pfft~ I was joking, please don't take it seriously—"

"Well, you can't be disrespectful to the gods!"

The blue-haired boy pretended to be reprimanded, unaware that he had just narrowly passed the small black house, and he was concerned about another question, "Wait, you said you asked me to take some of it... dinner Don’t have my share?!”

"After all, I'm staying at Mr. Zhongyuan's house. It doesn't seem very good to bring a man back..." The scumbag who found a new owner hesitated in embarrassment, and looked up at him from time to time, looking at Xinhuan and The appearance of difficult choices between old loves.

However, from his point of view, he, who is basically unable to provide dried fish, has completely lost to the nouveau riche bastard holding a black card...

The ugly face of capitalism involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he arbitrarily made up the "Mr. Zhongyuan" who had never met before into a middle-aged bald image with a big belly and a luxurious toilet made of gold bricks sitting under his buttocks.

In short, tasteless to the extreme.

So he immediately felt sad, like a sad old father watching his daughter about to be abducted by scum, he jumped up and tried to stop him: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Even with the best self-cultivation and superb psychological quality, I'm afraid he can't bear him to continue to be stupid, trying to infect himself with the stupid and cute bacteria in his head.

The pink-haired boy who didn't want to argue too much with him simply turned his head and quickly fled the scene with a bucket full of spoils.

The unreliable god who transformed into a tenth-level groan naturally followed closely behind, ready to follow him to see how the other party's character is. wipe out.

If the person is not bad... I don't know if the kind benefactor would mind having an extra mouth to eat?He's not asking for much, really!

By the time Zhongya Zhongya returned home, it was already around seven o'clock in the evening.

Compared with ordinary office workers, his working hours are obviously excessive, but if it is not for the temporary adjustment of the schedule, I am afraid that he will have to be busy until midnight.If you are really hungry, you can find a convenience store on the way and buy some fast food products to deal with it.

Although he is a type who is very demanding on the quality of life, when performing tasks, he will not be too particular, showing the appearance of a young master entering the grassroots for investigation.

It should be said that no one is a more approachable mafia boss than him.

He deliberately chose a long detour route passing through the house, just for the dinner invitation that Kurihara sent before, so that the good intention of the temporary cohabitant to cook specially did not fall through.

The strong smell of fish soup wafts into every corner of the room, and it makes your index finger move when you smell it.

The pink-haired boy in charge of cooking, wearing thick anti-scald gloves, was carefully moving the heavy enamel pot towards the restaurant. When he saw him take off his shoes and enter the door, he greeted him warmly: "Come back It’s just right, I put the fish soup in the pot to keep it warm, and it’s not too hot now, so it’s very suitable for immediate consumption.”

"Ah, um... Thank you for your hard work."

Perhaps the other party's behavior was too natural, which exposed his side that is not good at dealing with the opposite sex. On the contrary, he seemed to be a guest in someone else's house, a little embarrassed, and even his right hand carrying the paper bag was clenched into a fist.

The thought of what was inside made him feel even more uncomfortable.

But in order not to waste the short rest time, Zhongyuan Zhong also had to force himself to move forward, as if he pushed things on the table very casually, and very masculinely invited: "Do you have time tomorrow? The reception requires me to bring my dance partner into the arena, why don't you come and relax with me..."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that his tone was a bit tough again, so he urgently found other excuses to save the situation.

"... By the way, looking for a job? There are many acquaintances I know over there, so it will definitely not be a problem for you to settle it properly."

——No, he seems to be getting more and more wrong the more he talks, right?How can anyone go to a reception held by the mafia to find a job? !

If it wasn't for the fear of being seen and embarrassed, he probably had already covered his face, like a hamster just cleaning its hair, and rubbed up and down frantically.

How embarrassing...!

Fortunately, Kurihara did not expose his embarrassment on the spot, and always controlled the arc of the corners of his lips not to rise too much, and responded with great cooperation: "Eh? Thank you very much, Mr. Nakahara! But I don't have any special clothes. I don't know where to go tomorrow." It’s too late to buy…”

"It's okay, let's wear this suit. It's the first...the elder sister lent you the clothes. Your clothes should be about the same size." Seeing someone handing over the life-saving steps, he was eager to go down quickly, but when he relaxed, he almost made a mistake again. talk.

He was almost suffocated on the spot when he was talking nonsense.

There's no way, he can't say that his leader can figure out her measurements through Alice's memory, just relying on visual inspection, and even estimated the approximate size of her shoes.

The doctor really is beyond the existence of ordinary people...

Having said that, did the leader look too carefully, does it really make sense to explain it with previous occupational diseases?

As soon as he was embarrassed, he began to rely on random thoughts to divert his attention. When he came back to his senses, he saw that the domestic cat with new clothes seemed to have acquired a new toy. At some point, he ran into the room with a paper bag and played with it in a dignified way. Dress up game started.

"Mr. Nakahara, hurry up and eat dinner. I'll try the size of the clothes. If it doesn't fit, it will be bad—"

A seemingly considerate voice came from the guest room, followed by the clattering sound of the packing box being pulled out of the paper bag, making him involuntarily think of the scene of a pink cat getting into the box.

——Drilling boxes is really the nature of every cat, ahem...

Perhaps it was reclassifying the other party's position as a cute pet (?), which relieved his tense emotions a lot, and he was finally able to sit down and have a good meal.

Different from the takeaway or high-end restaurants he is used to, the other party's cooking method is quite homely and has a taste that can make people feel stable. It is very similar to a secret skill learned after a lot of patience, such as the legendary bride Practice and the like.

I also heard from my subordinates that there is also a special cooking class in the school.

All of a sudden, he had a little desire to explore the stray cats he picked up. Ordinary students should not get special attention from the leader, right?

Simply wanting to help yourself pull the rope and pull the line does not need to be exhaustive.

Unless there is something special about Kurihara Wataru...

"Ding Ling, Ding Lingling——"

While he was thinking to himself, the doorbell at the outer door suddenly rang violently. Before he could get up, a figure in a new dress from the guest room came, instead of him observing the identity of the visitor through the cat's eyes.

Perhaps from the perspective of others, that caring gesture is really like a newly married little wife, willing to do any chores for her husband.

But from his angle, he seemed to see another kitten clinging to the iron gate with its front paws on tiptoe, even its tail was raised for this, with a curious and cautious appearance.

He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and tolerantly let Mao Maoxiong's observation.

Of course, he who gave the feline full freedom of movement did not know that the other party had carefully checked everything in the paper bag just now, and then found a tiny monitor from a small button-if you rub it carefully with your fingertips, it can still The character shape of "suprise" is vaguely outlined.

This was obviously a meeting ceremony prepared for him.

With such a bad taste, apart from Osamu Dazai, there is no need to make second guesses.

The monitoring is just a gimmick, and what is hidden under it is a test of his supernatural ability.If he turns on the concealment buff 24 hours a day, then the moment he comes into contact with the tracking related props, he will automatically block the signal, making it impossible to find out his real-time movement because of the buzzing noise on the other side.

That basically proves that he is the same person as the mysterious provocateur who called last night.

After all, a similar supernatural ability is not a mobile phone for every person on the street. In addition, the timing of his approach to Zhongye in the Central Plains is so "coincidental"... With the overlap of the two, there is no excuse to quibble.

Kurihara put the little "gift" back to its original place in a calm manner, as if he had never found it, and slowly put on the gorgeous dress.

——Unfortunately, his ability is not a passive buff, Dazai-kun.

What's more, how could he, who had been prepared for a long time, be willing to be caught by his little tail? From the moment the orange-haired boy entered the house, he silently removed the buff of a hidden nature, and accepted the love of his cohabitant with the most authentic side. Baptism of eyes.

Anyway, he couldn't see through his gender disguise with the eyes of a straight man, so he didn't have to worry about anything at all.

The heart player with the same attribute as the opponent hums an unknown tune, looks at his image repeatedly in the full-length mirror, vividly imitates the joy that a young woman who gets beautiful clothes instinctively shows, and does not forget to turn around twice occasionally, testing the long-term Skirt range of action.

Well, it's okay to run, and it won't delay things.

Immediately the doorbell rang.

Many speculations flashed through his head. In order to collect first-hand information, he simply faced the crisis and continued to enjoy the fun of walking the tightrope.

Then he caught a miniature blond-haired little loli through the cat's eyes.