20

When The Inquisitor proposed to have dinner together, Cut Long Hasebe's subconscious reaction was to refuse.

He hesitated for a moment and did not reply.

At that moment, the black-haired young man looked at him and smiled.

The Inquisitor liked to smile very much. Coupled with his handsome facial features, it showed a bit of youthfulness and innocence.

This kind of feeling would weaken the unknown deterrence and indifference on him when he was not smiling.

However, at this moment, this very light and fleeting smile made Hasebe's hair stand on end. He felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

According to the short time they had spent together before, as well as the interaction between him and the other Fu Mourning God, the young man's meaning should be: It's okay, I understand your awkwardness and you can refuse.

But the hint in his eyes was: You'd better listen to me, or I can't guarantee what will happen.

Cut Long Hasebe's natural sensitivity to danger made him swallow his saliva. He obediently accepted his fate and let The Inquisitor lift him up and throw him into the dining room.

There was no one in the dining room except for Fox's Assistance, which was lying in the corner and wagging its tail.

Hasebe moved to the corner. When he was about to finish the task, The Inquisitor put a furball, a comb, and a decorative bow in his arms.

"Its fur is all knotted. Comb it."

The black-haired young man ordered. Fox's Assistance looked expectant and jumped onto Hasebe's legs.

So, the gray-haired young man wrapped in a bath towel became an expert housework model and skillfully combed Fox's Assistance's fur.

The Inquisitor, who was waiting for dinner, took the tablet that came with the computer terminal, leaned against the cushion in the corner, and flipped through the various battle rankings.

Five tiger cubs were playing on the cat tree. One of them smelled a familiar scent and climbed to Ji Kai's feet. It scratched his robe with its claws and bit the hanging belt at the same time.

All kinds of strange sounds continued to come from the kitchen next door.

"Let's just dissipate gracefully!"

"What a disorganized guy!"

"Too slow, too slow!"

Fox's Assistance looked up and worriedly asked the owner of This Pill, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"I really want to fight."

"What did you say?" Fox's Assistance tilted his head.

"Nothing."

The Inquisitor pursed his lips lazily and used the back of his hand to push away the small animal that was entangled with his belt.

The little tiger didn't know what was going on, so it kept howling. The young man glanced at it from the corner of his eyes, and the tiger immediately shut up and obediently took two steps back.

Ji Kai continued to study the contents of the tablet. The little tiger let go of its paws and ran toward its brother without looking back.

A few minutes later, the chaotic noises finally disappeared.

"Alright, the mission is over."

"Not bad. You surprised me."

The kitchen door was pulled open, and the Fu Mourning God players came out one by one, each holding a dish from the game.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Gokusen Kanazane bowed in apology and knelt down to put down the dishes. When he turned his head, he saw an unexpected person beside The Inquisitor. "Hasebe, you're awake?"

"You look good."

Candlestick Tachibana immediately put the dish in her hand in front of Hasebe and smiled. "Guangzhong's specially made recuperation porridge. The temperature is just right."

The rancid smell is much fainter … The tallest Fu Mourning God stopped at the entrance, and his gaze accurately fell on Gray-haired Hitachi, then turned to The Inquisitor.

Ji Kai abruptly raised his head, his gaze like lightning, shooting straight over.

Tarō Tarō was stunned.

"It's Tarō." Ji Kai retracted the murderous intent in his eyes and smiled meaningfully at the black-haired Fu Mourning God.

"Dang dang dang ~ ~ The cooking game will now begin the final segment — the food tasting!"

Taitō was still in a daze when Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly appeared behind him and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Let's invite Lord The Inquisitor to be the first taster!"

The black-haired youth put away the tablet and sat in a designated seat.

The first dish to be tested was Tarō Tarō's dish — Rice in Tea.

"It's simple, but very practical."

Tarō Tarō stood at the side and introduced seriously. "Soldiers often use this to allay their hunger."

Candlestick Tachibana silently placed a small plate of fish and shredded kelp beside the lonely Rice in Tea.

The Inquisitor took out a pair of chopsticks and tasted it, then commented, "Excellent."

The second person was Gray-haired Hitachi.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro made a very complete meal: rice, soy sauce soup, shredded dried radish, and salted sardines.

"It's my first time making it, so I don't think it'll taste that good …" the person under the hood said hesitantly.

Yamamochi, who had lived in a vassal's house for hundreds of years, could make a sumptuous meal that only the nobles of that era could afford.

However, in today's world where food was very diverse, it looked like ordinary rice and side dishes.

Coupled with the fact that it didn't look that good, The Inquisitor smiled and commented, "Young man, have more confidence in yourself."

"This is … knife-shaved noodles?"

"No, it looks like udon noodles …"

"Udon noodles with pickled radish …?"

"This noodle is flat."

A group of people surrounded the dishes made by the Five Tigers Retreat and argued endlessly.

The more the little boy listened, the more anxious he became. "This, this is called …?

Noodles … "

"Not bad."

The Inquisitor didn't care what it was called at all and finished his portion in a few chopsticks.

Finally, it was the two head chefs' turn.

"Immortal Daisuke."

Candlestick Tachibana proudly put the Daisuke, which he had been preparing since he appeared, on a small plate and showed it to everyone. "This is the traditional military Daisuke of the Date family, and it's also the origin of the name 'Daisuke Mansion' of Date Family."

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Castella. "

Gokusen Kanazane pointed at the light yellow rectangular cake on the plate and was very proud. "It's the most fashionable snack of the late Muromachi period. You'll be conquered after eating it once."

In addition, the purple-haired Fu Mourning God and Candlestick Cutting also prepared a large portion of curry pork chop rice as a staple food to fill everyone's stomachs.

The Inquisitor, who had eaten a small bowl of tea rice, a few chopsticks of noodles, and a bowl of pork chop rice, calmly accepted the desserts after dinner. At the same time, he tasted the Daisuke with a spoon and nodded as a compliment.

"It's my turn!"

The white-haired young man laughed and brought out the Chunkbake wrapped in camellia leaves and the tofu-shaped "su".

"This is made after boiling milk."

The white-haired Fu Mourning God pointed at the snack named "su" and was very proud. "It's a good thing that can't be eaten normally."

"Good thing?" The Inquisitor raised his eyebrows and picked up the Chunkbake and Su.

A few seconds later, the black-haired young man thought and gave the same evaluation as the previous few: "Not bad."

As the first person to taste This Pill, and also the person with the most picky tongue, The Inquisitor actually gave a "not bad" evaluation to all the Fu Mourning God's dishes.

Objectively speaking, it was very unscientific.

However, this did not prevent some of the sword-wielding men from being full of expectations. At the same time, it also made the Fu Mourning God, who knew the inside story, full of doubts.

The second person to taste it was Candlestick Tachibana.

He encouraged them with his usual perfect expression: "They are all very good dishes. Everyone has worked hard."

The third person was Gokusen Kanazane, who smiled a little reluctantly: "Thank you all for tonight."

Tarō Tarō, Yamamochi Kokuhiro, and the Five Tigers Retreat plucked up the courage to taste their own dishes. Their expressions were not very natural; after eating the dishes of others, they relaxed a little.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga dug into Tarō Tarō's tea-soaked rice excitedly, and his excited expression faded a little. He poked at Yamamochi's rice with his chopsticks and was a little depressed. Finally, after eating the small bowl of noodles given to him, he collapsed on the table weakly.

The white-haired young man sighed: "It's over, This Pill is finished …"

Gokusen was speechless, Tarō Tarō was confused, and the Five Tigers Retreat felt guilty and blamed themselves.

"But, there's still me!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga suddenly regained his spirit and jumped up. He took out the chunks of biscuits and sous, which he had divided into small portions, and handed them to the Fu Mourning God around him: "This is the final product of a newcomer with real potential!

You must not miss it! "

It smelled delicious.

But the swords still looked hesitantly at the only person who had eaten it, The Inquisitor.

The black-haired young man, who was flipping through the battle rankings on the tablet, sensed their gazes and looked up and nodded reassuringly.

The Fu Mourning God were suspicious, but they still told themselves to believe in their king.

So, they calmed down, picked up the small and exquisite desserts, and carefully put them into their mouths.

A few seconds later, Candlestick Tachibana frowned.

The corners of Tarō Tarō's mouth twitched.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his head and coughed repeatedly.

The members of the Five Tigers Retreat burst into tears: "Mr. Tsuru Maru …"

Gokusen Kanazane, the representative of the victims who had been deceived, said angrily with a red neck: "Tsurumaru Kuninaga —"

"Evil, evil, evil, this method is innovative enough, right?"

As he spoke the new vocabulary learned from The Inquisitor, Tsurumaru Kuninaga shook the mustard in his hand and laughed: "Are you surprised? Hahahahaha!"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro continued to cough. Gokusen Kanazane angrily threw all the other desserts into the trash can: "My lord, have you been bribed by him?"

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"What do you mean by 'not bad'!!"

Ji Kai looked at him with a smile: "The taste is a little exciting, but it's still considered novel, so it's not bad."

"Oh …" The purple-haired Fu Mourning God wanted to say something, but Ji Kai's indifferent eyes made him shut up.

He returned to his seat, squinted his eyes, and secretly looked at the black-haired young man not far away. At the same time, he stretched out his arm and bumped Candlestick Tachibana. "My lord, is there something wrong?"

Candlestick Cutting thought seriously and nodded in agreement: "His taste in food … is a little strange."

"And, the whole person feels …"

"A very dangerous aura." Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly added.

The Fuso Gods could not see the deliberately suppressed aura of The Inquisitor, but their sensitivity to spiritual power allowed them to catch the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro was particularly sensitive to such changes.

"Tarō, Candlestick Cutting."

The Inquisitor spoke.

Two Swords and Knives sat up straight: "Here."

"Change your clothes and follow me to the practice field."

"Now?" Gokusen Kanazane was surprised.

"In half an hour, we'll meet at the courtyard." The black-haired young man raised his eyebrows. "Is there anything wrong?"

"…" The purple-haired Fu Mourning God froze. After a moment, he shook his head and denied: "No, nothing."

"Tomorrow …" The Inquisitor glanced at the Swords and Knives present one by one. "Tsuru Maru and Tui-chan, you two will be in charge of the kitchen."

"Tarō Tarō, Candlestick Tachibana, come out."

"Yamamochi, do your job well.

Gokusen, have a good rest. "

"And Hasebe.

From tonight onwards, he will be temporarily away for a while. I will be in charge of his safety. Don't worry. "

"Above — any other questions?"

The Inquisitor suddenly smiled, and his smile was very sweet.

In sharp contrast, the aura of spiritual power that spread out from his body was very intimidating and irrefutable.

*

The Inquisitor and Cut Long Hasebe left, leaving the Fu Mourning God in the dining hall looking at each other.

"Should we try exorcising the evil?" Gokusen Kanazane frowned and suggested.

"Mr. Gokusen, why do you want to exorcise the evil?" The Five Tigers Retreat was confused.

"That's too exaggerated." The blue-haired Taitō disagreed. "Our lord is very energetic. Isn't that good?"

"You don't understand …" As the Fu Mourning God who had been with The Inquisitor the longest, Gokusen Kanazane had a headache. How should he describe the difference?

Before, The Inquisitor was indifferent and lazy. He was only interested in cooking, and even when he came out, he would delay. Now, The Inquisitor was not as weak as he had imagined. When he was serious, he could control the situation, but …

Why did his eyes look like stagnant water when he looked at the food?

More than an hour ago, he was complaining that he was tired and hungry, and that he only wanted to hug his snack box and lie down. Why did he suddenly want to practice in the middle of the night?!

Coupled with that creepy smile of his …

Wasn't that enough to prove that there was a problem?!

"I think so too …" Yamamochi Kokuhiro said in a low voice, "Our master is a little strange."

"Right?!"

Gokusen, who had received support, looked gratefully at the golden-haired Taitō, then turned to the side. "Tarō Tarō, you stayed at the shrine before. Can you think of something … uh …"

Before he could finish, a strong fighting spirit suddenly emanated from Taitō, who had always been indifferent and cold.

He straightened his back, smiled slightly, and his eyes shone brightly. He was in a state of excitement before the battle.