Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Buckwheat cold noodles don't have much flavor on their own and rely entirely on the sauce for flavor.

Geto Suguru himself likes this dish and is very good at making it. Gojo Satoru was very considerate and ate a lot of it. This is the best compliment a diner can give to a cook.

Only after swallowing the last mouthful of noodles did Gojo Satoru smile with satisfaction.

"Although it's not a good time to eat, my mood has inexplicably improved after I had food in my stomach."

Xia Yujie sat across from the table and smiled, "That's what I mean, once in a while it's okay, it's just..."

He turned his head to look at the refrigerator not far away, leaning against the corner of the wall. "I'm afraid I can't eat the Kikufuku that Satoru worked so hard to get back tonight."

Eating sweets at night is not only easy to gain weight, but it is also unhealthy.

Not being able to eat Kikufuku made Gojo Satoru's smiling face suddenly fall.

He pouted and said, "If you don't eat it, it won't taste good tomorrow. The texture of the cream will be bad, and the soul of Kikufuku will be gone."

"But……"

"Mr. Getsu." Gojo Satoru showed his puppy eyes, giving the illusion that he was about to cry.

"..." Geto Suguru had no idea what to do with Gojo Satoru like this.

but……

"Mr. Getsu, did you hear any sound?" Gojo Satoru suddenly pricked up his ears and became cautious.

His face changed, and Geto Suguru instinctively became nervous. Out of trust in the strongest magician, if Gojo Satoru heard any strange sound, it meant that such a sound must exist.

However, Xia Yujie held his breath and listened carefully but heard no sound. Apart from the sound of the home appliances operating normally, the night was so quiet.

"Mr. Geto," Gojo Satoru leaned towards Geto seriously, and then said in a very small, low voice, "I heard Kikufuku in the refrigerator say, 'Eat me quickly, eat me quickly, or I won't taste good tomorrow.' They're saying that, hahahaha~"

Gojo Satoru laughed loudly, but Geto Suguru looked at his exaggerated smile across the table with an indescribable expression.

This guy Gojo Satoru really isn't worthy of anyone's trust, what a bastard!

Two minutes later, there was a paper plate in front of Gojo Satoru, on which was placed the Kikufuku that he had bought from afar.

Geto Suguru took the risk. He wouldn't die from indulging in food occasionally, and there was no need to be so strict in order to stick to the so-called health rules.

Under the bright lights, two grown men each ate a Xijiufu. The glutinous crust, fragrant filling, and silky and dense texture made it truly a top-quality dessert.

"It's delicious." After eating the delicious dessert, Gojo Satoru felt as if he was sitting on the clouds, and his whole body was floating.

Geto Suguru couldn't deny the taste of Kikufuku, but compared to this, he was more unwilling to see Gojo Satoru become so tired for this, and even encountered danger on the way.

"Wu, don't do this kind of thing next time unless it's on your way. It's too far, and you don't know what dangers you might encounter along the way. What if..."

"It's okay, no need to worry," Gojo Satoru said very satisfied after eating a whole Kikufuku. "I'm the strongest, no one can do anything to me."

I am the strongest

We are the strongest

A difference of one letter separated them for ten years.

How can this not be considered a trick of fate?

Fortunately, they meet again now. They are neighbors living next door, dining partners, and should also be called friends.

Now Geto Suguru is no longer active as a sorcerer, so he no longer cares so much about whether he is strong or not.

"Ah," he smiled and nodded, repeating, "You are the strongest."

"Um, Mr. Getsu you..." Halfway through his words, Gojo Goku opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know how to continue.

Geto Suguru ate very slowly, with most of the Kikufuku still left in his hand. He took a small bite, looked up at Gojo Satoru, and waited quietly for what he would say next.

Gojo Satoru closed his mouth in disappointment, smiled and shook his head, as if he felt regretful about something.

"If you have anything to say, you can tell me. There is no need to worry."

Gojo Satoru continued to shake his head, but he said, "I feel like I've known Geto-san for a long time. We're very close and relaxed. It's a very comfortable feeling."

But they've only known each other for three days, haven't they?

It wasn't even three days. If I had to say, it was two days and one afternoon.

Geto Suguru licked the cream on his lips, his lips tightly pursed. He couldn't tell the twenty-year-old Gojo Satoru in front of him that they had known each other for more than ten years. He couldn't say such words to the person in front of him.

Only you know the past, but the other person knows nothing about it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was lucky. The memory was too beautiful and he was reluctant to forget it.

If even he had forgotten that memory, then those three years in technical high school would be completely negated, and the technical high school's Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would also be completely negated and wiped out from this world.

He was reluctant to give up.

Gojo Satoru probably thought his statement was a bit strange. He scratched his head and laughed unnaturally, "Mr. Getu, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not a pervert. I'm not saying anything with ulterior motives, so don't feel any psychological burden."

Geto Xia Yu was still smiling, his slender and charming fox-like eyes narrowed. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Gojo Satoru, whose face was slightly flushed, and said sympathetically: "I didn't think so."

"Then... can I still come to your place for dinner in the future?" As if afraid that Geto Suguru would refuse, Gojo Satoru quickly added, "You can pay for the meal, or even take care of the dessert."

Xia Yujie couldn't help but laugh out loud, and reminded him, "Compared to the cost of the ingredients I buy for dinner, it's actually the desserts you buy every time that cost more."

Gojo Satoru never buys anything cheap.

"Oh, I see," Gojo Satoru was a little embarrassed. He actually didn't have any specific idea about these fees.

He became the head of the Gojo family at such a young age and had no shortage of money. Any of his shirts would cost at least hundreds of thousands.

"If Wu doesn't feel at a disadvantage, then you can continue to be in charge of dessert."

What does this sentence mean?

After just two seconds of thinking, Gojo Satoru understood.

A genuine smile appeared on his face, and he shouted in surprise, "So, you agree that I can continue to eat at your place?"

Geto Suguru stuffed the last bite of Kikufuku into his mouth, subconsciously licked the glutinous rice flour stuck on his fingers, and nodded with a smile.

"Well, if you don't mind my cooking being awful."