Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

"Come on in, eat up! Don't be shy, make yourself at home!"

Kuroba Shido greeted the two people in front of him very warmly, and then his body language was very honest as he moved the cold dishes and simple skewers that had just been brought over a couple of times toward himself.

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

"Ugh... That stingy old man!" Shimotsuki Airi huffed and puffed out her cheeks, leaning on the table with both hands as she glared at Kuroba Shido, who was guarding his food.

In the center of the table, three sets of chicken skewers were just laid out, the charcoal fire glowing red, and the chicken skin skewers were still sizzling with oil.

The chicken meatballs were brushed with a glistening sauce, and there were chicken leg skewers with scallions, chicken cartilage, chicken hearts, chicken wings, roasted shiitake mushrooms, and two golden-brown grilled rice balls on the side.

Just by smelling it, you can feel your appetite, which had been dormant, starting to stir again.

As soon as Shimotsuki Airi reached out her hand, Kuroba Shido naturally pulled the chicken leg towards himself.

Then he added chicken skin, chicken meatballs, and chicken wings to his territory, leaving only a plate of salted kelp cabbage and three strings of green peppers that didn't look very expensive in the middle of the table.

"Little brat... Uncle is doing this for your own good. Children are in a critical stage of physical development and cannot eat too much oil and salt. Eating too much barbecue can stunt their growth and affect their physical development."

Shimotsuki Airi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He won't grow tall.

Talent development.

Two keywords accurately hit her weak spot, and the anger on her little face turned into hesitation. She looked down at the fragrant chicken leg meat, and then touched her head, which was not yet fully grown. Her originally firm will to grab the food quickly cracked.

Amamiya Kaoru nodded beside her, looking like a doctor who had finally encountered a professional topic: "That's true. Children shouldn't eat too much oily or salty food, as it can easily affect their digestive system. Eating a little occasionally is fine, but the main thing is to have a balanced diet."

"Did you hear me?"

Kuroba Shido immediately received authoritative medical certification, his expression becoming even more righteous. He reached out and grabbed the last skewer of chicken legs and scallions: "Even the teacher said you can't eat this, kid. You'd better just eat vegetables. As for your Uncle Kuroba, I'll take on the adult's suffering for you!"

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

Kuroba Shido opened his mouth and bit into a piece of chicken leg meat. The caramelized sauce and tender meat juice spread in his mouth, and a moment of happiness appeared on his face.

Help primary school students grow up healthily.

Merit +1 +1 +1...

Amamiya Kaoru was just nodding when her hand naturally reached for another skewer of chicken wings. Kuroba Shido caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, and immediately placed his chopsticks across her, pressing the chicken wings that were about to take flight back onto the plate.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

"Let's eat."

"Didn't you just say this kind of thing is high in oil and salt?"

I was talking about children.

"People aged 20 and above should not eat it either."

Amamiya Kaoru: "???"

"Especially teachers, who are often old and tired, stay up late, lack exercise, and spend their days lying on the sofa in the infirmary to collect their salary, their physical functions are already declining. Their blood vessels are fragile, their digestive ability is declining, and after eating a string of chicken wings, they may experience a rise in blood pressure or even be forced into the work injury reporting process on the spot."

A vein throbbed on Amamiya Kaoru's forehead: "Who's an elderly person over twenty?"

Kuroba Shido swallowed the chicken, his expression completely innocent: "Teacher, I didn't say you're old. I was just reminding you from a medical perspective that people gradually begin to die after the age of eighteen. Being in your twenties is already a mature stage where you've taken a big step on the road to death, so you must take care of yourself."

How old are you this year?

Eight years old.

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

"Eight years and a hundred months, that's also eight years old." Kuroyuki said confidently, casually putting another skewer of chicken skin into his plate: "So according to age, Ellie and I are the children who need protection, while the teacher is the adult responsible for paying for and taking care of us."

Shimotsuki Airi quickly grasped the key point: "Then why can't I eat it?"

"Because I am eight years and one hundred months old, my body has already completed long-term fat adaptation training. You are just an ordinary elementary school student, and your level is not high enough."

"Ugh... such a fallacy!"

Shimotsuki Airi angrily lunged forward to snatch it, but Kuroba Shido raised the plate high with one hand and blocked Shimotsuki Airi's head with the other. His short arms waved back and forth in the air, always just a few centimeters away from getting goosebumps.

"Uncle, give it to me!"

"Children shouldn't eat this."

"I'm going to tell Xiaoyu that you're bullying a child!"

"The old ox and horse are already struggling to survive..." Kuroba Shido mocked without any politeness.

Amamiya Kaoru sneered, and taking advantage of Kuroba Shido's attention being entirely focused on Shimotsuki Airi, she precisely slipped her chopsticks in from the side and snatched a skewer of chicken wings.

Shido Kuroba stopped moving.

Amamiya Kaoru had already taken a bite. The outer skin was roasted until crispy, while the chicken inside was tender and juicy. She even made a deliberately enjoyable sound as she chewed.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

"Teacher, you lack martial ethics."

"I paid for it."

With just four simple words, you can directly obtain the highest level of access to the "What Bird Barbecue" restaurant.

Kuroba Shido paused for two seconds, then put the plate he was holding down again: "What the teacher said makes sense. Adults can benefit from occasional fat supplementation to maintain vital signs. However, considering that you've been riding shared bikes recently and your leg muscles have become thicker, you need to control your intake. Leave the rest to me."

"You just want to keep it all for yourself!"

"I'm managing my figure on behalf of the teacher."

"Mind your own business!"

The three of them conducted a round of resource allocation around the newly delivered meal.

In the end, Kaoru Amamiya, with her absolute advantage as the payer, took the chicken wings and chicken hearts, Shido Kuroba took the chicken legs, scallion skewers, chicken skin, and lantern, while Airi Shimotsuki, after a period of impotent rage, successfully got chicken meatballs, grilled rice balls, and a children's caramel pudding specially brought over by the waiter.

The pudding was served in a small white porcelain cup, topped with a layer of slightly dark caramel, and accompanied by a cookie shaped like a little bird. The waiter specifically mentioned that this was a complimentary gift for children and was not included in the set meal price.

Shimotsuki Airi's eyes lit up instantly.

The elementary school students who were just arguing about chicken skin immediately shifted their attention to the pudding. They picked up a small spoon and gently scooped out a piece. The soft pudding swayed slightly in the spoon, and when they put it in their mouths, the milky aroma and caramel sweetness melted together.

"tasty……"

Shimotsuki Airi's eyes crinkled into crescents, and a satisfied expression appeared on her small face. The hatred she felt from having her chicken leg stolen by the evil uncle quickly subsided.

Kuroba Shido glanced at it and said, "Children shouldn't eat too many sweets."

Shimotsuki Airi immediately shielded Pudding, exclaiming, "This is mine!"

"Just a heads-up, do you think an older man can snatch free gifts from elementary school students?"

Shimotsuki Airi stared at him warily.

Kuroba Shido was also looking at the caramel pudding.

Two seconds later, Shimotsuki Airi silently turned around, using her back to block the dining table, and sped up her spoonful after spoonful, clearly not believing in Kuroba Shido's character at all.

What about trust between people?

"It was eaten by the old man."

"Stain, this is blatant stain."

Kaoru Amamiya sat beside them, watching the two of them, one big and one small, wary of each other around Pudding. She suddenly realized that inviting them both out for dinner today might have been a mistake...

Big Black squatted on its special cushion, chewing on a piece of unseasoned chicken breast, completely ignoring the resource competition among humans. Halfway through its meal, the light blue bow on its back swayed slightly with the movement.

Amamiya Kaoru's gaze gradually stopped.

"etc."

Kuroba Shido, engrossed in examining the string of lanterns, didn't even look up: "What's wrong?"

"What's that on Big Black's body?"

"A bow, chewing, chewing, what's wrong?" Kuroba Shido blinked, his mouth still moving.

"I can tell it's a bow."

Kaoru Amamiya put down her chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and carefully examined the small decoration tied to Daikoku's back. It was light in color and its size had been adjusted so that it wouldn't affect Daikoku's movement, yet it would stand out conspicuously against the black fur.

This thing was clearly not something Kuroba Shido bought himself.

Given this kid's spending habits, the probability of him spending money to buy Daikoku a ribbon is about the same as the probability of him voluntarily paying Kaoru Amamiya's salary.

Kaoru Amamiya casually asked, "Who tied it up?"

Kuroba Shido bit off a lantern and mumbled, "Senpai."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

The chopsticks paused briefly in mid-air.

Which senior student?

"Onodera Zan'e".

"oh."

Amamiya Kaoru's tone was quite calm as she picked up a piece of salted kelp cabbage, seemingly unconcerned: "You spent the whole day with Onodera Zannen?"

"Yeah, I went to the zoo."

"Did she invite you?"

"Um."

Why did I invite you?

Kuroba Shido looked up: "Sensei, weren't you uninterested?"

Amamiya Kaoru stopped moving: "Who said I wasn't interested?"

"Your face."

What happened to my face?

"It said, 'I don't care at all, I was just asking casually, I definitely don't want to know why you and your senior went to the zoo alone.'"

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

You're overthinking it.

Amamiya Kaoru lowered her head and ate her food, her tone becoming casual: "As a teacher, I just need to know about the students' weekend activities to prevent brats like you from causing trouble off-campus, especially with Big Black by your side. If something happens at the zoo, the school needs to be prepared to deal with it in advance."

Kuroba Shido's body stiffened slightly as he recalled the little white elephant that had been frightened unconscious by the big black elephant.

Amamiya Kaoru immediately noticed: "Have we really gotten ourselves into trouble?"

"no."

"You paused just now."

"I'm reminiscing about the wonderful moments of today."

"What wonderful times?"

"Watch pandas, eat hamburgers, watch elephants, and then drink lemon tea that my senior bought."

Amamiya Kaoru paused with her chopsticks for a moment: "She even bought you drinks?"

"It also includes breakfast, tickets, lunch, ice cream, and Dahei's nutritious bento box."

"..."

Amamiya Kaoru suddenly felt that the cabbage in her mouth was a little sour.

wrong.

Why does salted kelp cabbage taste sour?

There must be a problem with the seasoning in the kitchen.

"You seem to be enjoying your meal very much."

"It's alright, but the senior was too polite. I'm a shy person, and I couldn't refuse her many times. I could only accept it with tears in my eyes."

Amamiya Kaoru glanced at Kuroba Shido, who was currently protecting three plates of yakitori, looking as if he wanted to snatch Shimotsuki Airi's children's pudding as well.

Thin-skinned?

If this kid's thick skin could be used to build Tokyo's flood control dikes, we wouldn't have to worry about tsunamis for the next hundred years.

"So the ribbon was also a gift from her?"

"It was a free gift from the zoo event. My senior thought it looked better on Big Black, so she just tied it on."

Kuroba Shido reached out and patted the big black head. The big black dog was hugging the chicken breast, looking completely innocent and clueless as to why humans would investigate something as simple as a bow.

Amamiya Kaoru responded with an "Oh".

This time, I really didn't ask any more questions.

When I bent down to pick up some food, I used a little more force than before, and the chopsticks made a soft, crisp sound when they hit the porcelain plate.

Kuroba Shido observed her for two seconds: "Teacher, are you unhappy?"

"no."

"Why do you feel like you're about to amputate the cabbage when you're picking it up?"

"Shut up, eat your food."

Amamiya Kaoru picked up a large piece of chicken leg meat, stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out a little, and the more she chewed, the more she felt something was wrong.

Onodera Zanne is rich, beautiful, gentle, and very thoughtful. She prepares nutritious bento boxes for Daikoku in advance and even notices small things like ribbons. Kuroba Shido probably did nothing but show off his long legs, drink beverages, and freeload all day with her.

With a senior like this by your side, who would remember the old man in the infirmary who lay on the sofa every day, had no food at home, and could only ride a shared bicycle to work?

Thinking of this, Kaoru Amamiya poked the chicken leg meat with her chopsticks again.

Kuroba Shido looked at the chicken leg that had been poked in several places: "Sensei, what did this chicken do to you in its past life?"

"I'm checking if it's cooked through."

"It's completely dead."

"Do you want to die too?"

"Teacher, keeping a pleasant mood while eating helps with digestion."

Amamiya Kaoru glared at him coldly.

Kuroba Shido quickly lowered his head and ate.

Experience told him that the old man was probably in some abnormal state that he himself was unwilling to admit. Continuing to analyze it was like getting a chopstick stuck in his nostril. It was better to pretend that he had not found anything and let the adult regulate his emotions on his own.

Shimotsuki Airi had finished her caramel pudding, licked her lips contentedly, and then broke the bird biscuit in half, eating one half herself and placing the other half in front of Daikoku.

Dahei looked up at Heiyu Shidao.

"Too sweet, can't eat it."

Big Black immediately lowered its head and continued to gnaw on the chicken breast, without touching the biscuits next to it.

The eldest brother said we can't eat it.

Then you can't eat it.

Shimotsuki Airi puffed out her cheeks: "Eating just a little bit won't hurt."

"Will you cover its medical expenses after it gets sick?" Kuroba Shido asked with a hideous and accusatory tone!

"I have money," Shimotsuki Airi said crisply, her voice incredibly sweet and childlike.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

I almost forgot, this money-losing brat is actually richer than him.

"Even if you have money, you can't just feed it recklessly. Big Black is now an adult rat with a wife and children. His health is related to the family's economic support. What will happen to Big Black's wife and Little Black if he gets diabetes?"

Shimotsuki Airi thought about it seriously for a moment, then silently took the cookie back and ate it herself: "Then I won't give it to her."

Big Black: "..."

I don't know why, but after seeing the little bird cookies go back into Shimotsuki Airi's mouth, I suddenly felt a little regretful.

Kuroba Shido ate another skewer of chicken cartilage, then asked as if remembering something, "By the way, what did you guys do at home today?"

Amamiya Kaoru and Shimotsuki Airi stopped moving at the same time.

"Let's watch TV," Kaoru Amamiya answered first.

"Playing video games," Shimotsuki Airi added.

"and then?"

"Take care of Big Black's wife and Little Black."

"And then what?"

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

Gone.

The two spent the first half of the day watching TV and the second half playing video games, feeding their black wife and changing their water in between. In the end, they blamed each other for their poor gaming skills and had a serious discussion about whether Amamiya Kaoru should enter the kitchen to protect the safety of the apartment.

After waiting for a while and confirming that there was no further development, Shido Kuroba's expression gradually became subtle.

"That's all?"

Amamiya Kaoru retorted, "Aren't rest days meant for resting?"

"Teachers also take breaks during their regular workdays."

"I'm on standby at any time!"

"Lying on the sofa in the infirmary, covered with a blanket, ready to dream at any moment?"

Amamiya Kaoru's forehead veins throbbed.

Kuroba Shido didn't give her a chance to retaliate, turning to Shimotsuki Airi: "And you, you good-for-nothing brat, you came all the way to your teacher's house on the weekend, watched TV all day, played games all day, and in the end you were so bad you couldn't even beat the AI?"

Shimotsuki Airi's face gradually puffed up: "How did you know, Uncle?"

"My teacher mentioned it in a message to me."

Shimotsuki Airi looked at Amamiya Kaoru.

Kaoru Amamiya immediately denied it: "I didn't say that!"

"The teacher didn't say that; I deduced it."

Amamiya Kaoru: "???"

Kuroba Shido rubbed his smooth chin, looking like a detective solving a case: "What can happen when two gaming newbies are in the same room? They'll just blame each other, complain about the controller, the TV, and the map. In the end, when they realize they can't beat either of them, they'll tacitly shut down the game and pretend nothing happened today."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

All hits.

"As for taking care of Big Black's wife and Little Black, I guess Big Black's wife would quietly eat on the side while Little Black would crawl around trying to chew on the electrical wires, and the two of you would catch them and feed them at the same time, and feel like you had a fulfilling day."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

It still hit all the targets.

Shido Kuroba leaned back, a faint, world-weary sigh on his face: "A useless working-class guy, a lazy bum, and a stupid elementary school student spent an ordinary weekend together watching TV, playing games, feeding mice, and almost causing a kitchen accident over who would cook."

Airi Shimotsuki: "..."

Amamiya Kaoru: "..."

The private room fell silent for a brief moment.

Big Black lowered its head and gnawed on a chicken breast.

The smoke extraction equipment makes a slight operating sound.

The faint sounds of plates and chopsticks clattering could be heard from next door.

Kuroba Shido was very satisfied with his summary. He picked up the last string of chicken skin and was about to put it in his mouth when Amamiya Kaoru and Shimotsuki Airi reached out at the same time.

One hand grasps the bamboo skewer.

His other hand grabbed Shido Kuroba's wrist.

"Teacher, Ellie, what are you doing?"

"A pathetic working-class person wants to eat chicken skin."

"Even a stupid elementary school student wants to eat it."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

revenge.

This is blatant revenge!

A few seconds later, the last skewer of chicken skin came off the bamboo stick as the three people pulled on it, and it fell with a thud onto the edge of the oven. The oil touched the charcoal fire, and flames shot up with a roar.

The three of them stopped at the same time.

Big Black hugged the chicken breast and shrank back a little.

"Teacher, please compensate me."

"Why should I pay?"

You are an adult.

"Who was holding onto the bamboo skewer just now?"

"You worthless brat."

"Xiaoyu grabbed it first!"

"You grabbed his hand first!"

"..."

A struggle over determining responsibility for the last string of goosebumps has officially begun.

The next private room.

The battle between Yoshiko Sawamura and Ritsuki Sawamura is nearing its end.

The three "what the hell" set meals were almost completely eaten, leaving only a few skewers of green peppers, half a portion of salted kelp cabbage, and two pieces of cabbage that Sawamura Yoshiko complained were too sweet.

Ritsuki Sawamura was too lazy to continue eating the soybean flour warabi mochi. The charcoal fire in the oven gradually dimmed. Yoshiko Sawamura leaned back in her chair, patting her round belly with both hands, her face filled with the happiness of successfully completing her mission after a difficult meal.

"I'm full..."

Ritsuki Sawamura wiped her mouth with a tissue, her gaze falling on Yoshiko Sawamura's noticeably bulging belly: "Didn't you say you'd only eat a little?"

"Mom walked all day and needs to replenish her energy."

"You said the same thing at noon."

"Noon replenishes your energy for the afternoon, and evening replenishes your energy for tomorrow."

"What about breakfast tomorrow?"

"I'll finish it tomorrow morning."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

Perpetual motion machine.

An old woman invented a perpetual food machine. By defining each meal as a replenishment of energy for the next stage, she could eat continuously for 24 hours a day.

Yoshiko Sawamura let out a small burp; there was no room left in her stomach, but her eyes still involuntarily drifted toward the menu.

That page happened to stop at the sushi section.

Bluefin tuna belly.

The fish has an enticing pink hue, with fine, oily veins that look like a layer of frost. The chef lightly sears the surface, melting the fat and letting it glisten as it adheres to the edges of the fish. Below, there is warm, distinct grains of vinegared rice.

Yoshiko Sawamura stared for two seconds.

I stared at it for another two seconds.

No.

can not eat.

She had already been shunned by sushi twice yesterday, and when she first entered the store today, she swore to herself that she would never touch such dangerous food again.

A person should not fall in the same place three times.

In particular, you should avoid seeing tuna three times in a row on the same piece of bluefin tuna.

Yoshiko Sawamura reluctantly looked away, picked up her water glass and took a sip, but her gaze seemed to have an autopilot, drifting back little by little.

Just one piece.

The last piece.

Eat slowly.

As long as the little pink-haired dog doesn't suddenly start barking, there definitely won't be any problems.

Yoshiko Sawamura glanced furtively at the person opposite her.

Riyue Sawamura was looking down at her phone. There were still no new messages in the chat box. She was quiet and her emotions were very stable. There was no sign of her suddenly slamming the table, screaming, or rushing over to shake her biological mother.

Safety.

However, having learned from her mistakes, our great mother is no longer the young auntie who made judgments based solely on appearances; further testing is needed.

Yoshiko Sawamura reached out and touched the menu on the table.

Ritsuki Sawamura did not react.

She deliberately made a slight noise by tapping the water glass.

Ritsuki Sawamura still did not react.

"Senior."

Yoshiko Sawamura suddenly called out tentatively.

Ritsuki Sawamura's fingers stopped, her eyes suddenly turning dangerous: "What did you say?"

Yoshiko Sawamura immediately waved her hand: "Mom said... the insoles, I walked too long today, and the insoles are a little uncomfortable."

Ritsuki Sawamura: "..."

"Shut up, old lady."

"Okay."

Test complete.

Although the little pink-haired girl reacts to the words "senior sister," she doesn't explode or lose control; overall, she remains within a manageable range.

While Riki Sawamura was looking down again, Yoshiko Sawamura quietly pressed the add-on button and ordered a bluefin tuna belly nigiri sushi, and only one piece.

Do not be greedy.

The greatest advantage of a mature woman is that she knows how to control her desires.

A few minutes later, the waiter brought the sushi into the private room.

Yoshiko Sawamura moved swiftly, blocking Riki Sawamura's view with her body. She carefully picked up the small plate with both hands, her eyes gradually narrowing into happy crescents as she looked at the bluefin tuna belly gleaming with an enticing oily sheen.

The third challenge.

Only success is allowed.

Failure is not an option.

Yoshiko Sawamura first slowly inhaled and then slowly exhaled, confirming that her breathing was smooth, her throat was normal, there was no loud noise behind her, and the table did not suddenly shake. Finally, she picked up her chopsticks, picked up the sushi, and brought it to her mouth little by little.

We're almost there.

Closer.

Yoshiko Sawamura opened her mouth and put the whole piece of sushi in it in one bite, then immediately closed her mouth to prevent any external factors from affecting her. The fish oil slowly melted in her mouth, the vinegared rice was slightly sweet and sour, and the wasabi gave a light tingling sensation.

Successful.

The great mother has successfully defeated the sushi!

Yoshiko Sawamura's eyes gleamed with victory. Just as she was about to chew carefully, an uncontrollable gust of air suddenly surged through her overly full stomach.

"belch--"

I burped.

The sushi tilted to one side as well.

Yoshiko Sawamura's happiness froze instantly. Her eyes widened abruptly, she clutched her neck with both hands, let out a very short "ga," and slid off the chair, falling to the ground with a thud.

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

Slowly put the phone down.

Ritsuki Sawamura looked down and saw her elderly mother lying on the ground, her yellow tiger ears askew, her face flushed red, and her legs twitching weakly twice.

"An old lady?"

Yoshiko Sawamura's eyes began to roll back.

Ritsuki Sawamura: "???"

After a brief silence, a sharp scream suddenly erupted from the private room.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Ritsuki Sawamura rushed over and grabbed Yoshiko Sawamura's shoulders, completely panicking: "Auntie, what's wrong? Don't die!"

The next private room.

The three people who were fighting over the last piece of chicken skin stopped at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Ritsuki Sawamura's tearful scream came from behind the wall again.

"Help!"

"Is there a doctor here?!"