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Sugawara...

Gojo Satoru raised his icy pupils, his gaze swept between the girl and the curse spirit.

The blond girl looked serious, she didn't look like she would recognize the wrong person... But Sugawara, is that the one he thought of?

There are very few Sugawara families who can still be considered famous. One of them is more or less related to the Gojo family. It is a family headed by Sugawara Michizane, one of Japan's four major vengeful spirits. It has been cursed since the end of the Heian period. The well-known and upright sect of the magician family is also a sect of conservative traditional concepts.

It's just that the Sugawara family, on the road of pursuing the orthodox bloodline of curses from generation to generation, has favored the road of close relatives marrying and multiplying. Especially in the past hundred years, there have been very few magicians who inherited the talent in the Sugawara family's direct lineage, and even once gave birth to a curse that is completely invisible. ordinary people.

The more anxious the Sugawara family was, the more they let cousins ​​with similar bloodlines get married, even their biological brothers and sisters, and wanted to cultivate the purest gifted bloodlines.Now even ordinary babies can't be born, premature death, deformity, low intelligence... etc. The evil consequences are hundreds of times and eat back this crumbling and decadent family.

All kinds of self-inflicted stupid things made the Sugawara family excluded from the famous family long ago, and now they have completely become a marginal family in the magic world.

Gojo Satoru has heard a little about the discord within the family of distant relatives. He also went to the main house of the Sugawara family many years ago, but he didn't see any young masters in this family.But that was a long time ago, and he wasn't sure if his memory was wrong.

"Sugawara?" Hiroshi looked at the girl in front of him in confusion, "What is that?"

Nakiri Erina paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows suspiciously, did she really admit it wrong?But the boy's eyes are really similar to the eyes of the child in the photo. She was so amazed at the beginning, she asked her grandpa if this could be a child from a folk art family.

Her grandfather told her that the surname of the person in the photo was Sugawara, and he was Michizane Sugawara, an ancient civil servant.

"Sorry." Too much time has passed, and many things, including the person's appearance, are no longer available. Erina felt that she must have been dazzled by Xinghei Chuangzhen's arrogant speech before the trial, so she recklessly recognized people casually.

The blond girl leaned over slightly embarrassedly, "I should have made a mistake just now."

Hiru shrugged and turned back to continue fighting for free desserts.

"Enough." Gojo Satoru grabbed his paw, and said in the boy's angry expression, "There's still so much food for a while, what should you do now that you're full?"

After a pause in the afternoon, he felt that the man's words were reasonable. After stuffing the last plate of banana split ice cream balls into his stomach, he waited obediently for the meal to start.

The white-haired man stared down at the cute little spinner on the top of Hiroshi's head. The people of the Sugawara family seem to have black hair and black eyes. Although this color is also common in Japan, in order to investigate clearly, wait for these little ghosts to sleep together. At the end, it's better to go back to Gojo Headquarters to check...

Wujo Wu didn't expect that even a curse spirit brought back by hand would be inextricably linked with him. This feeling is like picking up a puppy and suddenly finding out that the puppy is the young master of a certain family. .

In short, the mood is a bit complicated, but I can't tell what's wrong.

"Gojo Satoru, it's ready over there." Hiroshi's keen eyes looked at the side cooking counter, where many guests had already gathered, and the strong food aroma gradually wafted over.

The boy walked quickly, forgetting that his collar was still in the man's hand, like a husky cub walking with his master but forgetting that he was still being held by a rope. Wu's chest, the back of his head just hit the man's chin.

"Ow."

"hiss."

The two of them covered the injured area at the same time. Wujo Wujo hadn't suffered such a big grievance since he fully awakened, and he didn't even react for a while, letting the boy stick sticky in front of him.

The three pandas, Maki and Goumaki, who heard the movement, turned their heads at the same time, and turned back in unison.

Although it's a little tiresome to do this in public, it is the first love between DK teenagers and older single youths, so you have to understand.

Hiroshi rubbed his head, smelling the fragrance in the air, he had no other charming thoughts at all, and ran to the cooking counter quickly without even thinking about Gojo Satoru.

The chef was the red-haired boy just now. At this time, his handkerchief was already tied on his forehead, and he was energetically serving dishes to each guest.

Anyone who has eaten there will have a happy expression on their faces.

There was a slight spicy smell in the air, and the tip of his nose moved, as if it was delicious.

"Ah, it's you!" Xing Ping Chuang really recognized the long-haired boy in front of him. His appearance was so beautiful that it was hard to forget at a glance. "Would you like to try my cooking?"

There was a chubby snowman on the plate, with black eyes, carrot mouth and branch hands, just like the ones I saw on TV during the day.

"Snow?" Hiroki asked curiously, "Can this be eaten too?"

While talking, the high school crowd also gathered around, surprised by the snowman's exquisite appearance, even Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows with interest.

Xingping Chuangzhen smiled and said: "This is not ordinary snow, this is the warm winter love song of Xingping restaurant's hot spring holiday"! "

Panda: "What a long name."

Zenyuan Maki: "There are many elements."

Dog Curly: "Salmon Salmon."

The three of them looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, with erratic eyes. Isn't this dish really about someone?

"Hey, it sounds like it was a temporary name." Gojo Satoru leaned lazily on Hiroshi's shoulders, "Snowman-shaped rice balls?"

"Taste it and you'll know." Xing Ping Chuangzhen took out the food for the five people, "Please use it."

Zhou picked up the spoon with great interest—he was not very proficient in using chopsticks, and scooped off the snowman's head without any aesthetic appreciation. The warm spicy curry suddenly flowed out from the middle of the rice, bursting into the air A strong aroma.

The hot air slowly dissipated from the cold rice, and Hiroshi was surprised for a moment, and then he took a bite of half a snowman's head, and a murder scene was immediately staged on the dinner plate.

Soft potatoes, sweet carrots and soft and tender beef are mixed together in curry. Unlike ordinary sweet Japanese curry, it is flavored by chili and coriander. Dispel, take a bite, and the warm feeling spreads directly to the stomach.

In addition to the "snow" element on the outside, the rice is also mixed with refreshing mint pieces, which relieves the spicy taste and the unavoidable greasy curry, making the taste easier to drink.

Zhou's eyes lit up immediately, and under the horrified eyes of everyone, he swept away five copies by himself.

Although the portions of the dishes in the trial were relatively small, five servings added up to the amount of a meal for two or three adults. The young man's fighting power was too aggressive, which instantly attracted a lot of customers for Xingping.

Just when Zhou stretched out his hand to take the sixth portion, Gojo Satoru took him away without hesitation, "There are other delicacies, are you sure you want to eat this until you are full?"

The curse spirit hesitated for two seconds, shook his head, and left the crumpled Qiangwei in his pocket before leaving.

"The reception is not good." Xing Ping Chuangzhen raised a bright smile and waved goodbye to everyone.

During the day, I stopped at the various cooking counters to taste the food. The girl with blue hair and ponytail made extremely gentle condensed milk ice cream panna cotta. The blonde girl I met before made the Italian cream cold soup based on Chuxuexiang. In addition to these, He also tasted famous cuisines from all over the world.

Most of these cooking students can serve as independent chefs in restaurants, and they are unique in both creativity and taste.After walking around the restaurant in the daytime, my stomach is completely full.

Gojo Satoru was absent-minded throughout the night, holding his mobile phone all the time, not knowing who to send messages to, and occasionally staying on Hiro's face for a closer look, which was very weird.

However, the big-hearted mantra didn't take it seriously at all. After the event, he happily returned to the small villa with the pandas and the others to prepare for the evening hot spring bath.

Zenyuan Maki rejected the invitations of the teenagers, and said that she would rest alone after enjoying the hot spring alone, and would not participate in all the night activities of the naive boys.

There are two hot springs in the small villa. Zenyuan Maki, as the only girl, naturally occupies the one in the small courtyard, while the others gather together in the big hot spring in the backyard.

Go back to the room to take a bath in the daytime. The shower gel and shampoo provided by Yuanyue for the VIP guests are all top luxury brands, with the scent of laurel of the same type as the aromatherapy. When I come out of the warm bathroom in the daytime, I feel that my whole body is fragrant. A flower, the head is fainted.

"Hey, brat, are you done washing...?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly fell silent, the boy was wearing a bright orange butterfly-pattern bathrobe, hot mist rose from his wet hair into the air, dyeing his fair skin pink.

Since he had just taken a shower, his eyelashes were also wet, and his almond eyes were surrounded by the wings of a butterfly falling into the water. There was a hint of bright red at the end of the eyes, and the dark eyes were half-closed half-closed.

The moment the door was opened, the strong fragrance of laurel diffused from the bathroom to every corner of the room. Day held a towel in one hand to wipe his hair, and his raised arm just opened his collar, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a piece of snow-white jade. skin.

The boy is more or less a super class, he has done a lot of unilaterally beating and devouring the same kind, and there are still some thin muscles on his body, covering his chest. It took shape.

...Sure enough, the yukata suits him well.

A sentence popped up in Gojo Satoru's mind inappropriately.

"Gojo Satoru?" Hiro asked, "Aren't you going to take a bath? Aren't you going to soak in the hot spring with the pandas later?"

The young man slightly raised his misty black eyes, and suddenly his head was rubbed heavily by a hand, the hair that was originally combed all over his face, and his eyes were completely dark.

The white-haired man whispered as he passed by, "Go ahead, I'm not interested in playing with you brats."

The bathroom door slammed shut, Mana Ling picked up his long hair in a daze, and there was the sound of splashing water inside.

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The author has something to say:

Fill in the blanks: Wutiao Wu____

Sugawara's family history is nonsense, just treat it as private.

The cooking is also nonsense, please don't pay attention to it.