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Yukimi Mie was in a good mood all day.

She happily hummed and killed half of Tokyo with a knife in her hand, and took the heads of countless colleagues. Since then, the saying "Little curse spirits don't walk at night will be caught by magicians to make soup" "The legend adds a new victim to the list, and the curse is in danger.

Even if she wants to go home and order takeaway again, it can't take away her joy of regaining a fortune.

The takeaways near my home are basically eaten all over, and Zhizhi is a little tired of eating.But this is the case with the conjurer profession, except that the canteen of the conjuration college is takeaway, and they don't want to cook at all after a hard day.

Zhizhi is not lazy, she is willing to cook by herself, if Gojo Satoru lets her into the kitchen :)

"After eating takeout for a long time, you should eat my dark cuisine." Xue Jian Weizhi thought confidently, "Only in this way can the enthusiasm for takeout be rekindled! Even the food I cook can be eaten. Isn't waste oil delicious in the world?" ?”

Dark cuisine, your cure for anorexia.One crow howling, two wolves roaring, three tigers descending the mountain, you will never be picky eaters in your life, and cherish and love every grain of food from the bottom of your heart.

"If Teacher Wutiao hasn't come home yet, can I secretly borrow the kitchen?" Zhizhi was making some calculations in her head, and plates of mosaic-covered dishes drifted past her thoughts.

"I'm back." Pushing open the door, Yukimi Mie glanced at the shoe rack, Gojo Satoru had already gone home.

The plan fell through, she pursed her mouth, while changing her shoes, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket, clicked on the takeaway app, and raised her voice to call out: "Teacher Wutiao, what are you eating today?"

No one responded to her, the sound of the range hood was whining, and the sound of sizzling in the oil pan was continuous.

Is Mr. Wujo going to cook in person today?Zhizhi jittered and danced in ecstasy.

Wujo Satoru's cooking is really delicious, it can make people swallow their tongues, if it is not for passing the inspection, 100% of them will burst their clothes.If he didn't go to the Conjuration College, he would go to the Yuanyue Culinary Academy and he would be the number one among the top ten, the kind that beat No.2 in a crushing manner.

Damn, this man is too perfect, is his girlfriend so powerful?

Xuejian Weizhi walked into the kitchen step by step, leaning against the door frame to probe his brain.

After the "No Dogs and Branches" sign at the door of the kitchen was broken, Wujo Wu took the time to make a new one, deliberately replacing the wooden material with stainless steel.

Naive, do you think that the branches will not break like this?

A mere stainless steel can't resist her pursuit of dignity!This is a serious battle about family status, don't expect her to surrender!

Zhizhi Maomao poked her head furtively, her toes hovering above the red line.

near!near!One more centimeter!One centimeter broke into the bombing zone!

"Zhizhi." Wutiao Wu grabbed the bag without looking back, Xue saw Weizhi's tentative toes stopped in mid-air, and retracted it as if nothing had happened, pretending that nothing happened.

"What's the matter, Teacher Wutiao?" The little girl said with a serious face, "I didn't want to go into the kitchen, you asked me to come."

Damn, is there really no chance to practice her newly conceived recipe?She really hates that such a big humanoid mouse is standing here but she can't practice it bravely.

"Come in Zhizhi." Wu Tiaowu hooked his fingers with his back to the black-haired girl, "The apron is loose, please help me retie it."

The scribbled bowknot was tied crookedly on the man's narrow waist, and the gray-blue cool tone was clean and neat.No matter how many times I have seen it, Yukimi Mie still thinks Gojo Satoru and the apron are a good match.

Holding sharp knives in those hands that are used to killing curse spirits, they lowered their heads and chopped vegetables with skillful and crisp techniques.

Only men who are accustomed to living alone are not good at basic housework, and they can’t be hardworking. Wujo Satoru never looks at the recipes, and just tastes it with a spoon and turns off the fire. It is very simple and quick to solve the meal.

It wasn't until Mie Yukimi moved in to live with him that the cookbook that came with the kitchen renovation stopped accumulating dust in the corner.Occasionally, the little girl would open the menu and point to a page and look at Gojo Satoru with bright eyes: "Teacher Gojo will definitely make it, right? Right?"

Can Gojo Satoru say he can't?

No, he's a good looking guy, men can't say no.

After that, the dining table gradually became more abundant. Occasionally, when I ate delicious dishes outside, Gojo Satoru would take a rest day to try to reproduce it.No matter what he made, Yukimi Mie was very appreciative, and he ate every spoonful, even scraping off the sauce on the plate.

The gray-blue apron hung loosely on the white-haired young man, and the little girl who was ordered to break into the restricted area walked up behind him and raised her hand to untie the ugly bow.

The waist is a show... Is he a waist fine? How can he be so thin?Zhi Zhi, who pretended to tie the bow tie seriously, slandered secretly, and the beautiful knots decorate the clothes room neatly.She is very strict about the two sides of the symmetry, ensuring that the butterfly wings are the same length as the hanging silk.

"Okay." Xuejian Weizhi clapped her hands in satisfaction, and moved the tip of her nose, "It smells so good, is it lamb chops?"

"Yes." Gojo Wu cut a small piece of meat, used chopsticks to pick up a lamb chop covered in sauce and fed it to Zhi Zhi behind him, and asked her, "Is it salty or bland?"

The little girl chewed with puffy cheeks and gave a thumbs up: "Perfect."

"Okay, take it out first." Wutiao Wu picked up the pot to add vegetables, Xuejian Weizhi took the white porcelain plate full of meaty fragrance and put it on his head, and walked towards the living room swayingly.

Gojo Satoru was cooking in the kitchen, and Xue saw Weizhi serving the dishes back and forth, and then rinsed the dishes and chopsticks with water and took them out.

When she was putting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, an inexplicable thought came to her mind:

What's the matter with this newlyweds' sense of déjà vu?

After dinner, when Zhizhi and Gojo Satoru were standing at the sink washing dishes together, the sense of déjà vu was so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

People who cook don’t wash dishes, so Yukimi Mie is responsible for wetting the dishes and squeezing out dish soap, and Gojo Satoru is responsible for wiping the water and setting up the dishes—in order to prevent Zhie from sneaking into the kitchen to do terrible cooking experiments, The dishes and spatulas at home are placed very high, which clearly discriminates against 1.6 meters.

Xuejian Weizhi finished washing the dishes in silence, three episodes of "Desperate Housewives" had been broadcast in her mind, and her mind was full of "something is wrong with me".

Gojo Satoru squatted in front of the TV to adjust the DVD, and shook the disc in the hand of the girl who came out of the kitchen with water droplets: "Ghost movie, watch it?"

Xue Jian Weizhi: "...Look."

The distribution of sofas has never been even.Gojo Goku occupied the entire sofa with long arms and legs, and Xue Jian Weizhi sat hugging his knees in the gap between his long legs and the back of the sofa, stepping on Gojo Goku's knees with both feet unceremoniously, with Wujou still in his arms.

The ghost movie started to play, Sister Zhenzi and Sister Kayako danced wildly with their hair flying, Qing Dynasty zombies hopped and jumped with blue fangs, the reflection of blood on the ground, and the undisguised camera and inscription board by the director team.

Bad movies in various senses, the screaming noise in the stereo can't affect Yukimi Mie's thinking at all.

Zhizhi didn't understand the enemy's offensive.

She was still enthusiastic and unrestrained last night, why is she suddenly reserved today?

Master Tactician, what terrible bad idea does he have?

Zhi Zhi couldn't figure it out, the Wutiao Wu Duan was too high and it was too embarrassing for her to be a single mother.

The wandering gaze of the black-haired girl gradually moved away from the screen, and slowly focused on the white-haired young man who was concentrating on watching the movie.

It's hard for him to watch such a bad movie, he's really not picky, Xue Jian Weizhi's divergent thinking.

Said it was a ghost movie, Gojo Satoru's eyes were filled with calm and indifference, his blue pupils were as blue as the sea, no emotion could be seen, and the cold blue light reflected from the TV screen made his skin amazingly white, and his profile was unbelievably beautiful.

When not smiling or talking, Gojo Satoru looked very indifferent.

Just like he should be such a person: aloof, arrogant, and regard all life as dust.

No, this is not Gojo Satoru.

He is a naive ghost who can buy children's meals in M ​​Ji without blinking his eyes. He can be so angry with students because of a piece of strawberry cake that he is not a lecturer. Maki grabs a big knife and chases him all over the playground. Everyone smiled and said that they want to play Daxili and play with him soon.

A god as alive as a human—perhaps this adjective would be more appropriate.

Would such a person really like someone?

Xue Jian Weizhi tilted her head, her wrist resting on her chin.

No matter how I look at it, I still like it very much, even the messy hair is so cute.

Yukimi Mie tried to recall the first day she saw Wujo Wujo, what was her first impression of Wujo Wujo?

— Oh, traffickers.

How strange, why do you think he is a human trafficker?Are there any human traffickers who poke at people like this?

No, did she have a fetish before?

It seems not, the mere white eyelashes and blue eyes can't move Mo De's affectionate messenger of justice at all.

Hey, since when did Zhizhi become a depraved person obsessed with beauty?Where did her heart to Buddha, which was empty in all four elements, go?

"Zhizhi, am I so good-looking?" Gojo Gogo's smiling voice sounded in Xuejian Weizhi's ear, "If you look at it for too long, even I will feel embarrassed."

Liar, you are obviously very mean.

"Isn't Mr. Wujo watching a movie?" Seeing Weizhi, Xue Jian would not easily leave a clue, "How can you know that I am watching you while watching a movie?"

Gojo Satoru was not fooled: "Of course I saw it in the reflection of the screen, so it's not easy to ignore the obvious line of sight."

Good guy, no one is watching the movie seriously, is it?Even if it's a bad movie, you have to give people the most basic respect.

"If you want to see it, you can tell me directly, you don't need to be sneaky." Gojo Satoru tried to make a combo, but suddenly saw a girl who was a little poor in words and smiled.

The familiar but uncommon smile, the last time it appeared was the night when my lips were bitten and swollen, and the scar had been sore for a week and didn't heal completely.

Yukimi Mie changed her posture.

Her original posture of sitting with her knees tucked in made it easier for her to move. The girl walked over with her knees step by step, her black hair falling like a waterfall, sweeping across Wu Wu's arms.

In the cold blue light reflected by the movie, the fair-skinned girl approached little by little.The light and sweet fragrance swept Wujo Satoru's senses, and her beautiful and coquettish eyes were full of smiles.

The distance is prohibited at the position where the tip of the nose rubs against the tip of the nose.

Xuejian Weizhi lazily propped his hands on the sofa behind Wutiao Wu's shoulders, his long hair fell into Wutiao Wu's neck, sweeping across the man's collarbone and arteries.

"It's close enough now." She said with a smile, "Let me take a good look."