After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"I know all those things. Don't you feel tired of repeating it every year? My ears are numb from hearing it."

Gojo Satoru picks his ears impatiently, and sticks out his tongue as if he was tired of listening to it. This look that outsiders would get angry when they saw it, is a very common thing in the Gojo family.

The face of the butler, who had long been accustomed to it, did not change much. Even though he was so turbulent in his heart because of the phone call just now, he quickly sorted out his expression, perfectly displaying his psychological quality as a butler of a big family.

He replied calmly: "This is my duty, even if you don't want to listen to me, you still have to say it."

"Ah...so you are really rigid." Gojo Satoru became more and more absent-minded, stroked his forehead hair, and said with a cold face, "There is no need to repeat the next irrelevant things, say The point is, my time is precious."

The housekeeper knew that he was going to get angry when he saw Wujou's expression. Since he was a child, the young master couldn't bear to listen to the adults' preaching, and often used spells at home because he felt noisy. The elders Nothing can be done about him.

As this situation intensified after he grew up, few people restrained him in some trivial matters. Even the elders who had previously clamored to go to Tokyo High School to go to the school let him go. The matter of the elders was the first time in so many years.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper hurriedly changed his words and stopped talking about the clichés, but narrated some new arrangements for this year. Only then did the young master's cloudy face ease a lot.

The housekeeper sweated for himself in the bottom of his heart, and his heart can be regarded as calming him down.

Then he remembered the speech made by this innocent boy when he was on the phone. The butler's facial features were distorted for a moment. As the half-personal manager of the son of God, he naturally wanted to know everything about Wujo Satoru. Seconds later, he asked tentatively out of duty.

"Master Wu, I would like to ask, who was that person on the phone just now?"

"Huh? Isn't it obvious that you would ask such a mentally retarded question?" Although Gojo Satoru was incredulous about his question, he didn't make a fool of himself and said frankly, "Of course it's my love partner. Love partner." , Didn’t the second elder argue with me last time because of this matter, have you forgotten?”

Just thinking about this incident made Gojo Satoru angry, and his whole family objected to him having a good relationship, so what?

The Second Elder was also used as a spear by others to test his attitude. Otherwise, why would he come instead of the First Elder who has the most say?

The result of the final test can also be imagined, the second elder lay in bed for several days to experience the retirement life in advance, and since then no one has raised any objections to his relationship.

Hmph, do you really think you can change his mind if you don't need it?

Even if the elders sat in a row in front of him and performed tearfully, he would not be shaken in the slightest.

At the same time, the butler suddenly realized after hearing this.

Oh, it does happen.

He had some impressions that at that time there were indeed rumors that the conflict between Lord Daowu and the Second Elder was centered around emotional issues. At first he didn't pay much attention to it, but unexpectedly the rumors were true.

The butler's pupils trembled, but he felt a little puzzled.

If it was just a normal relationship, why would the second elder object so much to this, and the other elders would also keep their attitudes secretive.

"So, Master Wu, when do you plan to bring your lover to our house to meet the elders?"

His words were just a routine question, so that he would be fully prepared when the time came, so that outsiders would not feel neglected.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Wu frowned in confusion, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Why do you want to show those old guys? He is talking to me, not to them."

The dislike in those words was beyond words, Wutiao Wuli said boldly: "If you say such nonsensical words again, I will slap you."

"--Ugh?!"

The butler didn't react for a while, and after recovering his mind, he thought about the words secretly and then froze in place.

Wait a minute, why "he"?

"Why did it take so long to sweep? I remember that there weren't many fallen leaves in the yard?"

Wearing a mask, Saotome Masako glanced at her son whose cheeks were slightly flushed from the cold, stepped forward to take off her gloves and touched his face in distress.

"The temperature in the morning is low. If you can't finish sweeping, you can go into the house first. It's okay to wait until the afternoon is warmer before sweeping."

"My mother, the door has been cleaned. After all, we have other arrangements, don't we?"

Qingli shook her head to indicate that she was fine, although he also thought it was cold, but it was not enough for the cold wind to blow.

"I just answered a call outside, and it took a long time."

"Oh—is it Wu-kun calling?" Saotome Masako suddenly showed a clear expression, and teased him in an ambiguous tone, "I understand, how can I say that my mother is also a person who has experienced a passionate love period."

"...uh, uh."

Haruto didn't deny it but didn't know what to say, so she could only respond with a slightly perfunctory smile.

The father who stood on the bench and cleaned the ceiling heard the conversation between the mother and the son and quietly raised his ears, coughed twice unnaturally when his wife said the second half of the sentence, and signaled her not to continue talking, and got a response from the other party. teasing eyes.

Qingli was also at a loss for his father's bossy and shy character, so he looked away and simply changed the subject.

"Do you need my help pounding rice cakes in the afternoon? Mirror cakes haven't been prepared yet. Tomorrow will be the 28th. Is there time?"

"It's too late, when do you think I make mirror cakes every year?"

Saotome Masako rolled up her sleeves confidently, and then thought of something: "By the way, you can help mom buy some oranges and dried persimmons in the afternoon. These are essential things for decorating Kagami cakes."

"Okay." Qingli nodded in agreement, then asked again, "Then what should I do now?"

Saotome Masako thought for a while, clapped her hands, and bent her eyes with a smile.

"Take a rag and wipe the windows. Here, everything is ready for you."

.........

"Oranges, dried persimmons, eggs, natto... well, what else?"

With a cloth bag on his shoulder, Qingli lowered his head and counted the things he wanted to buy on the list. After a moment of silence, he put the list down and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Well, forget it, just buy whatever you come across."

Anyway, after buying the main ingredients needed, Qingli turned on her phone and checked the time. She had already been out for half an hour, and she wondered if she should go shopping again.

But what to buy?

Fujihua Town is such a big place, and most of the neighbors are very friendly, and even the small vendors around are familiar with the customers who often come nearby, and Haruzato, who often goes shopping for the family, is not bad. The young man naturally made many traders remember it in their hearts.

"Mr. Qingli, help mom out to buy vegetables again."

The owner of the seafood shop greeted him when he saw him passing by with a vegetable basket. He rubbed his hands and smiled honestly, showing his eight neat teeth.

"Would you like to take a look at the goods I just bought here a few days ago, the shrimps just caught from Tokyo Bay, the meat is plump and made into tempura, it's delicious one by one! It's just right as a side dish for the New Year's Eve dinner!"

As he said it, as if to prove what he said was true, he gave a thumbs up and began to boast how good the shrimp was, which made Qingli a little moved.

He turned around and went straight to the door of the seafood shop. He knelt down and observed the hyped shrimp in the water tank. A low-level curse spirit with a vague appearance.

It was precisely because of this curse spirit, coupled with the other party's enthusiastic yelling, that Qing Li was attracted to him, ready to help him get rid of it.

Get rid of the filth and welcome the new. Before welcoming the new, you have to get rid of the filth.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed by him, subconsciously rubbed his shoulders, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Sunny smiled calmly.

"It's almost New Years, boss, aren't you going home for the holidays?"

While talking, he took a plastic bag to pick and choose the lively shrimp in the pond, and casually chatted with the shopkeeper about the daily routine.

"I'm going back. I'll temporarily suspend business when I sell almost all of these, so I'll have to work harder these few days."

The boss still had that sincere look, and he still laughed and teased himself: "Maybe it's because I'm really tired recently, and the soreness in my shoulders doesn't get better for a long time, and maybe the door will be closed early."

"Is that so..."

Thoughtful, Qingli calmly picked out a bag of fat shrimp and handed it to the owner: "Please weigh it."

"Okay." The shopkeeper quickly weighed it and told the price, "Thank you for your patronage."

After paying the money, Qingli didn't take the tied plastic bag immediately, but let out an emotionless ah as if she suddenly found something, then raised her hand and waved to the shopkeeper's shoulder. Under the action of the spell power, the curse spirit was instantly wiped out.

"A bug flew over just now, it would be terrible if it fell into the water tank."

Qingli's smile remained the same, and she made a random excuse regardless of whether she believed it or not, then she withdrew her hand without a trace and took the plastic bag containing live shrimp from the owner's hand.

"Speaking of it—boss, you should pay more attention. If you are too busy and affect your body, the gain will outweigh the loss, right?"

The shopkeeper didn't figure out what happened, but felt a sudden lightness on his shoulders, and the soreness that had troubled him for many days disappeared, and he just nodded hesitantly when he heard the black-haired boy say this.

"Ah...ah, yes, you are right, thank you."

Halfway through the conversation, the shopkeeper seemed to realize something, turned around and silently grabbed a handful of clams from another water tank, put them in a bag and gave them to Qingli, calling it a New Year's gift, to thank their family for the past year. They are all looking after his shop.

Qingli didn't show any emotion, she accepted the gift with joy and smiled more sincerely.

He thanked him, and congratulated him on a Happy New Year in advance, and walked briskly towards home with big bags and small bags in his hands.

"Well, let's eat tempura tonight, and clams... well, I'll eat it tomorrow."

After quickly arranging the menus for today and tomorrow, Qingli stretched her waist and stretched her body contentedly, and exhaled freely.

It's great that there are no exorcism tasks these days.

Take this opportunity to relax.