Don't talk about love, just sell birds

Today is Yoshiyuki's birthday, I will remember this because Yaoya said that these special days are of great significance to human beings.

Izumo sat on the roof facing the moonlight, thinking about what birthday gift he should give. For him, nothing is more important than food. Food is the most practical thing to do. But Oboroche said that human beings only have one birthday a year, so it seems too much to give. Too hasty.Moreover, when giving gifts to others, you can't give them according to your own preferences. You must think about what the other party wants from the perspective of the other party.

"Why does it look like it knows everything? What does a Yokai Oboro know about humans? What does it know about Giyuu? And most importantly, I can't refute it! What Giyuu wants...?"

Except for radish and salmon, Izumo couldn't think of any results. He was suffering from a headache when a little light slowly rose in the distant night sky. He squinted his eyes and found that it was a lit paper lantern, which seemed to be moving under the dark blue night. The Milky Way is dancing like countless fireflies.

"Ah, ah, it's been a long time since I celebrated a human holiday, and I forgot that today is the first lunar month."

The man standing on the eaves finished speaking with an aria, then turned his head and stared obsessively at the profile that had faded from all its glitz, "I haven't seen you for a while, Izumo-chan has become more delicious, in various senses."

Izumo didn't even give him a straight look, he still sat there worrying, seeing that it was almost dawn.

The man didn't feel lost because of being ignored, and asked, "What are you thinking? Do you need my help?"

Not only did Izumo not accept his kindness, but he bluntly disrupted the situation, "You play stalking every day, you know what I'm bothering and you ask me, are you kidding me?"

The man did not affirm or deny the "stalking", but only put on a hurt expression, "It's so sad, Izumo-chan doesn't believe my sincerity? I really care about you."

"Stop talking about these bitter words, why don't you help me think about what to give."

The man didn't care about his attitude, and walked over with a smile and sat down next to him, "Human's birthday... is really a long time ago. It just so happens that today is the first lunar month. Why don't you make a red bean soup yourself? It contains all my heart The red bean soup, that brat will be very happy."

"That little devil" was said at a speed that could not be distinguished by the ears, which fully reflected the man's dislike of righteousness, but he had to pretend to be magnanimous in front of Izumo.

Izumo didn't pay attention to the last half of the sentence, his mind was filled with the words "red bean soup", and when he got the answer he wanted, he left the man and left alone.

Izumo's ringing was too fast, even if the man wanted to catch up, it would take some time to judge which direction he was going from.

kitchen.

"Master Izumo, here are the red beans, rice cakes and sugar you want. The red beans have been boiled and soaked, and they are ready to use at any time."

Marumura sorted all the ingredients he needed and put them on the table. He is a member of the "Yin" of the logistics department, and his work content is the post-processing after hunting ghosts. Unexpectedly, it has really become "logistics" now. Every day They're all doing chores.

Izumo glanced at the drained red beans, "Is it cooked? Can I eat it directly?"

"Eh? Well, that doesn't mean you can't eat it, but if you want to make red bean rice cake soup, you still need to cook it a little longer until it's soft and rusty." Marumura looked at the stove worriedly, and then looked again. Seeing the confused and confident Izumo, he asked worriedly, "Master Izumo, is this your first time cooking? Do you need to help?"

"I'm fine on my own." Izumo said and kicked him out.

The more Marumura thought about it, the more worried he became. He ran out of the window next to him and saw Izumo violently stuffing firewood into the stove, and almost cried out.

However, the technique was a bit rough, but the fire still burned smoothly in the end.

Izumo swept around the kitchen, thinking that since it was soup, it would need a lot of water, he directly picked up the water tank by the wall to fill the pot with water, and then poured all the ingredients on the table into it.

Marumura was terrified when he saw it, and hurriedly stopped him, and told the cooking method of red bean soup, "You can't put the rice cake and sugar now! The rice cake needs to be baked! Don't worry about it now! Master Izumo, you need to cook the red bean soup once." Add enough water, bring to a boil and continue to cook on low heat until the red beans become glutinous when pressed, then add sugar and stir—”

The following words were interrupted by the sound of closing the window, looking at the tightly closed doors and windows, Marumura was really afraid that he would make some kind of poison, even more afraid that he would burn the kitchen, so he could only guard outside the door tremblingly, The method of comforting yourself with red bean soup is very simple, and even those who are cooking for the first time can make it well.

After half an hour of fear, the kitchen door was finally opened from the inside. Marumura hurried over to poke behind Izumo, and he was relieved after confirming that the kitchen was just messed up and nothing happened. Only then did he have time to see Cloud burns stuff.

"..."

His field of vision flickered suddenly, and he gradually lost consciousness after spinning around for a while.

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The three souls and seven souls of Marumura returned to their bodies, staring blankly at the blue sky, and it took a long time to remember who they are, where they are, and what they want to do.

"No, no, no! How can you give that kind of thing to Tomioka-sama! You will die! You will definitely die!"

A carp in Marumura jumped up and hurried to find someone. When he arrived in a hurry, he found that the strange bowl of red bean soup had been delivered to Mr. Shuizhu. If he drank it, today would be his last birthday in his life. up!

He wanted to rush over and knock over the bowl, but his clothes were caught by something, and he couldn't resist pulling him to the side. Then his mouth was covered, and he could only watch helplessly as he was dragged out of the gate, leaving two heels on the ground. meandering traces.

"Wait a moment."

Izumo used chopsticks to pick up the puffed rice cakes on the plate and threw them into the red bean soup. Then he rested his chin on his hands and looked at him expectantly, "I heard that this is the most authentic way to eat red bean soup."

Yiyong looked down at the red bean soup in his hand. Perhaps it should not be called red bean soup. It was too viscous and had completely solidified into a paste. He scooped up a spoonful and found that besides the rice cakes thrown in, there were other ingredients in the red bean soup. what.

Digging it out, it was a spider with eight legs still in spasm.

Yi Yong paused before asking, "What did you put in it?"

"Bat moth larvae, horse-faced hooves, hellish spiders, superior metamorphosis/perverted dead, and I added snapdragon grass for flavor."

"..." Familiar recipes, familiar ingredients, are God's punishment.

Yiyong scooped up another spoonful, and thick purple-black mist escaped from the spoonful of red bean soup, and finally condensed into a distorted face above, presumably the soul of the deceased who had undergone a catastrophic change during his lifetime.

This kind of thing doesn't want to be imported at all.

Looking up to catch a glimpse of Izumo's shining eyes, Yoshiyuki let out a breath silently, put the spoon into his mouth after being quite conscious.

"...very sweet."

Unexpectedly refreshing taste, without any strange taste, I heard Master Linlong describe the taste of the Heavenly Punishment Pot before, but now I believe it, it is indeed a delicacy that does not exist in the world.

"Yiyu, happy birthday~"

The young man's eyes were full of smiles, and his azure pupils reflected his face, as if he saw the whole world through him.

Giyuu put his hand on top of his head, "Thank you, Izumo."

Different from the expected reaction, Izumo suddenly stood up, and asked with embarrassing eyes, "Yiyongyiyong, are you full?"

Yiyong actually only took a few mouthfuls, but he still nodded under such gazes.

"Then go to bed quickly! Let's do the evolution ceremony again!" Izumo said that he had already laid the mattress, and laid himself down cleanly.

"..."

"Yiyong, why don't you speak, come here quickly."

Yi Yong sighed helplessly, "Don't make trouble, it's still daytime."

"I didn't make a fuss. You were tired on the way last time. I didn't enjoy myself at all. I had a pot of punishment from God today. I'm sure I can play for a long time!"

"...My physical strength is fine, the problem is your steel skin."

Izumo tilted his head, "Is there any necessary connection between this and my steel skin?"

"...can't break the defense."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"..."

The wind is very noisy today.

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