A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The members of Sato's squad stood at the courtyard gate, looking at each other, none of them willing to leave, and none of them willing to speak first.

To put this in the grand sense, it's like hearing that someone is roasting dragon meat.

The hype, the prestige, the appeal—

Who wouldn't want to see it? Who wouldn't want to freeload a couple of meals?

"Um...should we go say hello?" Mizuki suggested softly.

"Say hello is no problem, but what happens after we say hello? Are they going to treat us to a meal?" another team member said with a bitter face.

"We don't really have any connection with him..."

"That's right, we were giving them the cold shoulder just a few days ago..."

A group of people stood at the door for a long time, hesitating, before their eyes finally fell on Huizi.

Mizuki was the first to speak: "Keiko, you're closest to that Mr. Hime, why don't you go and ask him?"

Keiko paused for a moment, then her cheeks flushed slightly. She lowered her head and said softly, "This...this isn't quite right, is it? I'm not very familiar with Mr. Hime..."

"How come we're not familiar anymore? Didn't you bring him breakfast every day? There's an old saying in the Han Dynasty, what's it again? It's called... 'Reciprocity is the best policy'! You've brought him breakfast for so many days, it's not unreasonable for him to treat you to a piece of meat, is it?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The Han Dynasty is a land of etiquette, and they value this the most! You brought him breakfast, and he treated you to meat; it's a matter of reciprocity, perfectly reasonable!"

"Keiko, for everyone's sake, why don't you give it a try!"

Keiko was somewhat tempted by everyone's words. She raised her head, secretly glanced at Ji Zuodao who was busy at the grill in the courtyard, then lowered her head, pursed her lips, and nodded gently: "Then I'll give it a try."

Sato stood to the side without saying a word, tacitly agreeing.

However, seeing his girlfriend being pushed out as a stepping stone, he felt a mix of emotions.

How so?

I felt like an incompetent husband who had offered his wife up to him for some benefit.

The problem is that the aroma of those roasted chicken wings is just too tempting.

He suddenly understood why those incompetent husbands in adult films did those kinds of things.

It smells so good!

Wait a minute, in those adult films, when the wives are offered to the door, they all look unwilling and aggrieved, right?

Sato subconsciously turned his head to glance at Keiko's expression.

Huizi stood there, her cheeks slightly flushed, a faint smile playing on her lips, and a look of eager anticipation in her eyes.

He looked as if he couldn't wait to go to his appointment.

Sato's eyelids twitched.

No, you could at least pretend to be unwilling! You're making me lose face, you know?!

But for some reason, he found that he wasn't as angry as before.

Even... even a little thrill inside.

Sato was startled by his own thought and quickly shook his head to shake off the terrible idea.

Damn it, Sato, how could you have such a thought?

Isn't this a terrible depravity?

I'm going crazy, I must be going crazy.

They must have been overwhelmed by the aroma of those roasted chicken wings.

Keiko quickly got ready and arrived with several bottles of sake.

The sake packaging was quite elaborate, and it didn't look cheap. There was a label printed on the bottle that said it was from a century-old brand.

"Mr. Ji, I apologize for disturbing you."

Keiko stood at the entrance to the rooftop, a gentle smile on her face, carrying several bottles of sake in her hand. Her posture was elegant, and she looked just like a neighbor who had come to visit, not at all out of place.

"Oh, Ms. Keiko is here? Come, come, have a seat."

Ji Zuodao was quite enthusiastic and gestured for her to sit down.

After all, they've been bringing him breakfast every day for the past few days. Even if their motives aren't entirely pure, their attitude is what it is, so he can't very well turn them away, can he?

Besides, they were carrying a bottle of wine.

"It's a fool not to drink when there's wine," Ji Zuodao understood this principle.

Keiko sat down next to him, first placing the sake on the table, and then began to chat idly.

"Mr. Hime, how have you been settling into Tokyo these past few days?"

"It's alright. Apart from the fact that the roads are a bit narrow, the buildings are a bit short, the cars are a bit old, and the food portions are a bit small, everything else is pretty good."

"Hehe, Mr. Ji is joking."

Huizi's lips twitched, but she maintained a polite smile.

Then she began to introduce the origins of those bottles of sake, talking about its century-old brewery, traditional techniques, and carefully selected rice varieties, making it sound quite convincing.

Ji Zuodao listened and nodded, occasionally adding a few words of agreement. He seemed quite serious on the surface, but in reality, his mind was entirely on the pair of wings on the grill.

As they chatted, Huizi's gaze began to drift towards the grill.

The roasted chicken wings were golden and glistening with oil, sizzling and emitting an enticing aroma. In the night, they looked like works of art, making it impossible to look away.

She swallowed hard, then changed the subject—

"Oh my, Mr. Ji, is this the wing of that great tengu from earlier? It smells so good. I've lived in this humble world for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone roast a tengu's wings. The culinary culture of the Han Dynasty is truly profound and extensive..."

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment.

Wait, weren't we just talking about everyday drinking culture? How did the topic jump to chicken wings?

Before he could react, Keiko had already reached out and reached for the largest piece of wing on the grill.

The movement was so fluid, so natural.

It was as if it were perfectly natural for her to reach out and take that piece of wing.

Since Huizi came, she had been sending breakfast for so many days and had also brought several bottles of good wine. She and Ji Zuodao had become quite acquainted.

At a time like this, anyone with a modicum of emotional intelligence wouldn't stop her, right?

But before her hand could even touch the roasted wings, she heard a deep sound—

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

That sound,

It sounded like a dog guarding its food, as if if she moved forward just one centimeter, something would pounce on her and bite her.

Huizi subconsciously withdrew her hand, her heart tightened, and her eyes glanced to the side, landing on Dog Grandpa.

It must be that dog!

That dog didn't look like a good guy at all.

But when she looked at Dog, she found him with his back to them, engrossed in gnawing on a wing, eating with great relish, his tail wagging back and forth, looking quite content, without even glancing in her direction.

Ok?

Not this dog?

Huizi paused for a moment, then tentatively reached out and offered her a piece of the grilled chicken wing.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sound rang out again.

Huizi withdrew her hand again.

The sound disappeared again.

Huizi: "..."

She paused for a moment, then reached out her hand again.

"Uuuuuuuu——"

Withdraw your hand.

Quiet.

Reach out.

"Uuuuuuuu——"

Withdraw your hand.

Quiet.

After trying several times, Keiko finally pinpointed the source of the sound.

She slowly turned her head to look at Ji Zuodao sitting next to her.

Ji Zuodao was smiling at her, his smile was so bright that it revealed two small tiger teeth, and he looked sunny and clean.

But his eyes kept glancing at her outstretched hand.

That look in his eyes carried a subtle wariness, like a puppy guarding its food, watching its bowl as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

Huizi fell silent.

No, you're at least a ruthless person who can skin people alive and tear off their wings, right?

Is it appropriate for you to be so possessive of your food?

Huizi looked at Ji Zuodao's smiling face, then at the golden, glistening chicken wing on the grill, swallowed hard, and cautiously asked:

"Um... Mr. Ji, may I try a piece? Just a small piece."

"No way! What are you hitting?!"

Ji Zuodao did not hesitate for a moment.

Huizi: "..."

Is it really a good idea to refuse so bluntly?

Do you think I, such a beautiful woman, have no respect for you at all?

That big jerk! He said he'd keep me as a pet a few days ago, but he never tells the truth.

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