Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 21 A Smell of Dog

"Wow! It smells so good~"

Accompanied by a girl's pleasant voice, there was a series of "dong dong dong" footsteps.

Tang Cao poked his little head out from the kitchen door, sniffing with his nose.

"Brother, what delicious food have you made?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat spring bamboo shoots this morning? How come you forgot so quickly?" Tang Zijun turned around and smiled as he put the stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots on a plate.

"Hehe, I forgot."

Tang Cao stuck out his tongue, turned around and walked towards his room with his schoolbag.

After preparing the meal, Tang Zijun reached out and opened the rice cooker. The moment the lid of the rice cooker opened automatically, a large amount of white steam instantly gushed out, making the kitchen look a little blurry.

However, Tang Zijun's attention was not here. He just glanced in the direction of the living room without leaving a trace.

If I'm not mistaken, the white cat is sitting on the sofa in my living room right now.

It seems that my sister is planning to take her mascot home to raise it.

"Xiaocao, did you encounter anything interesting in school today?" Tang Zijun retracted his gaze and asked casually.

"It's still the same as before~"

Karasuma's voice came from her bedroom.

"Studying, attending classes, chatting about gossip, it's like this every day. School is so boring. It's not as fun as playing games."

"All you do every day is play games. Are games really that fun?"

"I told you long ago, there are endless games to play. The most fun game is always the next one. There are plenty of fun games waiting for you in the future."

Before Tang Zijun could finish his words, Tang Cao came running out with a thud.

"Here you go again, brother, why are you nagging like mom?"

In response, Tang Zijun just smiled helplessly. "You have to understand that school is the best way for you to expand your social circle in this life. After you graduate, your social circle will only get smaller and smaller."

"Brother, you can't force me to make friends in school just because you don't have any friends yourself." Tang Cao walked into the kitchen in slippers, hugging her arms and said in a soft voice.

Tang Cao bought large-sized slippers, and every time she wore them, her feet looked small.

Listening to her words, Tang Zijun scooped a bowl of rice and handed it to her. "Do you know who is the most powerful person your brother has ever met in his life?"

"Who is it?" Tang Cao took the bowl and asked curiously.

"He was my university teacher back then."

Tang Zijun answered, poured himself another bowl of rice, and continued.

"You can't imagine how high my teachers' academic level and social status are. They are all masters in their respective fields, but that's just in school. If I were in society, I wouldn't even be qualified to communicate with them."

"Tsk~ After all, it's because you're too lazy, brother." Tang Cao snorted, then poked Tang Zijun with his index finger. "Besides, this is your college experience, what does it have to do with my high school experience?"

"If you don't study hard in high school, how can you go to a good university?" Tang Zijun put the bowl and plate in Tang Cao's hand and flicked her forehead with his fingers.

"You don't study hard!"

Tang Cao made a face, turned around and ran away with a "dong dong dong".

Watching her leave, Tang Zijun shook his head helplessly, turned around, put the pot into the sink and started rinsing it.

Tang Zijun doesn't actually enjoy cooking; he hates the fumes produced while cooking. This condition is generally known as "cooking fume syndrome," also called "oil intoxication." Simply put, it's when the body involuntarily loses its appetite upon smelling cooking fumes.

This reaction is even more serious for Tang Zijun, who is extremely sensitive to smells. However, it is precisely because of Tang Zijun's sensitivity to smells that the food he cooks is more delicious.

Tang Zijun has a strong control over the heat. He can judge whether the food is raw or done just by the smell, and he also knows when to stir-fry and season it most appropriately.

By the time Tang Zijun finished washing the pot and came out, Tang Cao was already holding the bowl and starting to eat with his chopsticks.

The little mouth was stuffed full, and at this moment Tang Cao was like a chinchilla, with his cheeks puffed up and moving.

"Have you washed your hands?" Tang Zijun asked casually while wiping his hands with a towel.

"I'll wash it when I get back."

Because there was too much food in his mouth, Tang Cao's voice was unclear.

At this time, Tang Zijun also set his eyes on the snow-white kitten on the sofa.

But before he could ask, the kitten suddenly jumped up the moment it saw Tang Zijun, and its figure flashed and slipped behind the sofa, even its fur standing up.

The sudden change caught the two people present off guard.

Tang Cao hasn't figured out how to introduce this cat to her brother yet. She's not sure whether her brother is willing to take her in. After all, strictly speaking, the owner of this house is currently Tang Zijun.

Tang Zijun's expression also changed slightly, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

Has it been discovered?

Ever since he learned that these so-called "spiritual beasts" were more sensitive to energy, Tang Zijun had been more cautious.

Although he had always acted lavishly in the past, now that he knew of the existence of magical girls, it was hard to say whether they would come to him or not.

Now seeing the little white cat's reaction to him so strongly, Tang Zijun began to wonder if it was because he had transformed again that the remaining energy in his body had exposed him.

On the other hand, the white cat was hiding behind the sofa with her body hunched over. Her tail looked like a feather duster. She cautiously poked out her little head and looked at Tang Zijun with hostility.

Unlike the cautious Tang Zijun, the little white cat was no longer nervous at this moment.

"Why does this male human smell like dog?"

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and Tang Zijun licked his lips and took the initiative to break the silence.

"This is.?"

"Uh, this is a poor stray cat I met on my way home from school." Seeing this, Tang Cao quickly brought out the excuse she had prepared beforehand. "Look how pitiful she is, brother. She's just a little girl and she's already wandering around."

"Stray cat?" Tang Zijun raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah." Tang Cao nodded repeatedly. "Look how shy she is. She must have been abandoned by someone. That family is just too much. Brother, can we take her in?"

"Are you sure you didn't steal her from somewhere? Even if she was an abandoned stray cat, she was too clean." Tang Zijun stared at Tang Cao suspiciously and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"me."

Tang Cao opened her mouth, but she knew that the more she made up, the more mistakes she would make, so she just lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, I admit, Xiaobai is not a stray cat. I bought her from a pet store."

Before he finished speaking, the white cat, which had just been quiet for a while, became angry again.

"I already told you that Shiro shouldn't even be called a name!!"

(End of this chapter)