Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

Mu nodded and followed Xiangzi into the kitchen.

Xiangzi had been wandering around outside for some time. While she wasn't an excellent cook, her cooking was at least edible. The reason she emphasized that she had been wandering around outside for a while was because when she nodded in agreement to let Mu follow her into the room, she forgot that Mu was different from her. Mu had grown up in a gilded cage and was truly someone who had never lifted a finger to do housework.

Recently, Xiangzi has become too reliant on Mu, feeling that everything is easy as long as Mu is by his side... and has completely forgotten about this matter...

Da da da--

As Xiangzi prepared the cooking utensils, the sound of chopping vegetables came from behind her, a slow, rhythmic clatter.

Then the sound suddenly stopped for a moment, and then continued.

Xiangzi didn't notice the unnatural interruption. By the time she had prepared the cooking utensils and washed the vegetables for the next round of chopping, and turned to look at the cutting board—

"How come there's blood on the cutting board?!" Xiangzi was terrified.

The potatoes were cut into uneven sizes, and to make matters worse, there was blood on them!

"..." Mu dodged and hid his hands behind his back.

Xiangzi grabbed Mu's hand and pulled it out to take a look. Sure enough, the girl had cut her finger, and there was still some blood oozing out.

"Why didn't you say anything when you cut your hand?" Xiangzi frowned, pulling Mu out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

"It's a minor injury, it'll heal quickly," Mu said.

Xiangzi frowned, but didn't know how to refute it.

It really is.

Mutsu's wound was barely a minor injury for a magical girl; even if it bled a little, it healed quickly. Shoko's anxiety was really an overreaction.

Xiangzi grabbed Mu's finger and took out cotton swabs and iodine from behind the mirror to treat Mu's finger.

Honestly, there's really no need to treat it. The wound healed to the point of scabbing over in no time after applying iodine. Given the magical girls' constitution, they don't need to worry about wound infection or anything like that.

Xiangzi gave up on putting another band-aid on Mu, washed the little bit of blood off his hands, and patted Mu's head with his wet hands.

"It may be a minor injury, but it still hurts me."

That's why I hid it.

"..." Xiangzi put his hands on his hips and looked at Mu with a reproachful expression. "You were the same before, you didn't say a word when your arm was injured."

"...I'll tell you later." Mu's eyes shifted unnaturally to one side.

"I'll let you go." Xiangzi snorted and walked back to the kitchen.

After that, she stopped asking Mu to chop vegetables or do anything else; she just asked him to wash vegetables and pots and pans.

Dinner was simple: onions, potatoes, carrots, boneless chicken thigh meat, curry cubes, and two eggs per person.

Curry cubes are quick, easy, and effortless to prepare, and Cai is quite good at it. It's hard to make curry that doesn't taste good; you just throw all the ingredients in, turn on the heat, and cook for a while. That's why Xiangzi chose to make curry tonight.

As for eggs.

Xiangzi pulled out a second portable gas stove, placed a small pot (the kind used for boiling milk) on it, heated it up, and then went to beat eggs.

"What's this?" Mu poked her head over.

"Try making a runny omelet rice."

Xiangzi beat the two eggs well, spread a little oil on the bottom of the pan, poured the eggs in, and then immediately poured them out.

The slightly solidified egg was poured back into the bowl, and Xiangzi used chopsticks to break up the solidified eggshell, turning the golden egg liquid in the bowl into a mixture of solidified eggshell and semi-cooked golden egg liquid.

"Shouldn't omelet rice be made in a frying pan?"

"You need to know how to toss the food in a frying pan, I can't do that." Xiangzi shook his head. "You don't need to know how to toss the food in a small pan like this."

As he spoke, Xiangzi spread another layer of oil on the pan and poured the semi-solidified egg mixture back in.

This time, she didn't pour it out immediately. Instead, she tilted the bottom of the pot, allowing the egg mixture to concentrate on one side of the pot, suspended above the low-heat gas stove.

At this point, the outermost layer of egg liquid had turned into a bouncy egg skin under the moderate heat. Xiangzi used a spatula to gradually gather the egg skin together, wrapping the egg liquid in the middle.

Because the sides of the saucepan are high enough, when tilted at a large angle, the semi-solidified egg skin can be easily flipped over by simply pushing it in the opposite direction with a spatula. There is no need to toss the pan, and the first egg bun is made very smoothly.

Watching the plump, water-ball-like eggs roll around in the pan, a sense of satisfaction arises from cooking.

Xiangzi curled up the corners of his mouth, his chubby little round face looking soft and warm.

"First one done." Xiangzi put the egg bun aside, then turned around and opened the curry pot.

The moment the pot boiled, a gust of steam wafted towards us.

With a ding, the first batch of white rice was also cooked.

Xiangzi picked up the plate, filled it with a bowl of white rice, turned it upside down on top, and then scooped a spoonful of curry from the pot and poured it around the rice.

Finally, place the plump egg roll on top of the rice.

Cut the egg bun open with a spoon, and the semi-solid egg liquid cascades down like a waterfall, covering the rice and blending with the aroma of curry.

"Want to try it?" Xiangzi handed the plate and spoon to Mu.

Mu took the curry omelet rice, picked up a spoon, scooped out a piece, and put it in his mouth.

The rich aroma of curry, combined with the fragrance of rice and the soft, silky texture of the molten omelet rice, exploded in Mu's mouth.

"It smells so good!"

A sigh came from Mu's position.

It certainly couldn't have been Mu's voice; in fact, it was Delete who was standing on her shoulder at some point.

"Hey Xiangzi, can you make me a portion of this too?"

This guy naturally followed along into the passage to the other side. In his own words, "Such a great show, of course I should sit in the VIP seats."

Xiangzi was too lazy to pay attention to it and let it be.

However, curry omelet rice is not allowed.

No discussion, absolutely not.

"You're stuffed with plush, should I make you a Kewpie that tastes like curry?" Xiangzi grabbed Delete from Mu's shoulder and looked at it with disdain. "Stay put where you're supposed to be, okay? Don't cause trouble in the kitchen."

Xiangzi felt that the fact that Delete could tolerate being around her made her the kindest person in the world. But if you added the prefix "curry-flavored," she felt that no creature in the world could tolerate it.

"What kind of look is that, like you're looking at trash? I'll breathe on you and make you sick!" Delete glared at Xiangzi. "After I breathe on you, I'll spill your curry, kick off the power cord, overturn your pots and pans, tear up the plastic covers you painstakingly put up, and then..."

"...Are you just saying that or do you really intend to do it?" Xiangzi smiled kindly.

Do I need love?

"Just saying, just saying..."

Frightened for a second.

"It's just talk." Xiangzi threw it outside the kitchen and slammed the door shut.

Delete rolled around in the corridor and crashed into the wall. Just then, Xiangzi's voice came from behind the door.

"Stay where you're supposed to be and don't let me see you!"

"Hey hey..." Delete twitched his ears, slumped down in the corridor, curled up, and looked pitiful.

Perhaps due to illness, or perhaps because of being expelled from the pack, this truly lonely Chubi has recently been experiencing some negative emotions.

I don't know when it started, but it came to understand what "loneliness" is.

The feeling of being all alone in silence is actually not pleasant.

Only when it argues with Xiangzi can it slightly alleviate the rise of this emotion—however, its relationship with Xiangzi is always one of mutual exploitation, and that will never change, even when they are chatting and arguing. It is using Xiangzi to satisfy itself.

Delete silently recorded this feeling, which may be a breakthrough in the group's research on emotional energy...

brush--

Just then, Xiangzi opened the kitchen door and looked down at Delete.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Please, I haven't bothered you while you were cooking, Miss."

"It's good that you haven't left yet. Help me take these things outside."

"what?!"

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On Xiangzi's side, if we push the timeline back a little, after Delete had made a scene, Xiangzi turned the heat on the curry pot down to the lowest setting and turned to ask Mu.

"I haven't even asked you how it tastes yet."

"Delicious," Mu said, licking his lips.

What's more convincing than how delicious it is is that she had already devoured half the plate.

Xiangzi felt a warmth in his heart when he saw Mu puffing out her cheeks like a little hamster. For a chef, there couldn't be more praise than this.

"If it tastes good, that's good. If it's not enough, you can add rice and curry."

"Ah."

Xiangzi turned around happily and continued to cook for the others.

She pushed open the door, looked at Delete who seemed somewhat different from usual, and raised her eyebrows.

And that's how the conversation we just had came about.

Then, of course, Delete reluctantly followed Mu and brought out the curry omelet rice he had made. The whole house was immediately filled with a rich aroma.

However, some minor accidents still occurred during this period.

Delete has almost never appeared in front of the four members of the Mitakihara group, so this is its first time.

Its first appearance was met with a "grand" welcome.

Compared to MyGO, the four members of the Mitakihara group, who also knew the truth about magical girls, treated Kyubey much worse. When Delete used his ear to bring the curry to the table, eight fiery gazes were focused on it, making it feel very uncomfortable.

If Xiangzi hadn't come out with his plate and smoothed things over by kicking Delete aside, it's hard to say whether things would have escalated to the point where someone pulled out a gun and pierced Delete's body.

This is a unique copy; once it's copied, it's truly gone.

After a hearty meal, those who hadn't cooked should have washed the dishes. However, due to the limited water resources available for waste, Xiangzi initially used disposable tableware to hold his food, so when dealing with the aftermath, he only needed to wash the pot.

I wonder how bizarre this scene would look from this side.

Looking at the red and blue figures frolicking in the kitchen, Xiangzi felt a sense of relaxation wash over him.

Compared to the cramped little shipping container, this room is much more comfortable. If you don't go out, you won't even know you're on the other side.

It's wonderful to have such a comfortable place to rest on the way back to the past.

She looked at the ceiling and thought to herself.

June 1st...

For her, this was the beginning of this cycle of reincarnation, but unexpectedly, it became the place of her final battle with Mami.

Logically speaking, the fact that they can still breathe and stand on this land proves that Mami did not succeed, right?

What's done is done; Mami couldn't possibly succeed, and that's to be expected.

However... people are always hypocritical. When something meets their expectations, they choose to believe it, but when it doesn't, they choose not to believe it. When Xiangzi thinks about what might happen in the future, he feels that he shouldn't do this, and that there might be other possibilities.

What a hassle.

This kind of thing keeps popping into my mind, but I can't come up with a solution. It just stays there, like a tumor that I can't get rid of.

Xiangzi covered his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling a little sleepy.

"Hey senior, do you have time to chat?"

Xiangzi opened his eyes and saw Yan standing beside him. Yan pointed to the empty seat next to him and asked cautiously.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Shore of Oblivion: Chapter 537 The Promise

"of course."

"Thank you."

Yan leaned against the wall, hugging her knees and curling up into a ball.

Then he stopped talking.