Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

"Chopping vegetables relies on knife skills, cooking relies on experience." Itari took the bowl and poured the scallions into the pot. "Mashiro-nee, what you lack is experience."

"Too lazy to learn."

"Then I'll do more in the future," Itajō replied casually, then scratched his head, feeling something was off. "No, I meant I came to help..."

"Oh, then it's up to you." Mashiro ate the potato chips Kugizaki fed her and mumbled, "I'll give you the money."

Huzhang paused for a moment.

Kugizaki walked past him to get a drink and muttered, "She's being kept."

"No! I just said I'd come and help cook every day!"

"You'd better shut up. The more you explain, the weirder it gets," Fu Hei said, sitting on the living room sofa. In the end, he was still caught.

No wonder it's a high-end sofa that cost 15 yen; it can even win over Fushiguro.

Soon after, the doorbell rang again.

After chopping the vegetables, Mashiro wanted to do something else but almost caused a problem. She was kicked out of the kitchen by the two of them and went to open the door.

Gojo Satoru stood outside the door, holding a convenience store plastic bag in his hand, with three two-liter bottles of oolong tea and some snacks peeking out from the bag.

He was dressed casually today, in a dark gray hoodie with the hood pulled down, and wearing his favorite sunglasses.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head: "I'm not late, am I?"

"You timed it really well."

“That’s called time management.” Gojo Satoru handed her the plastic bag. “I brought the drinks as you asked.”

"What kind of drink is this? Can't you buy something else?"

Mashiro took the bag with disdain and stepped aside to let him in.

"Eh?" He paused, taken aback. "Isn't this where we usually eat?"

"I don't like drinking it; it tastes bitter."

"Here'll have some pudding, it's sweet." Gojo Satoru shrugged, walked into the living room, glanced around, and finally his gaze landed on the kitchen.

Huzhang was facing away from the living room, controlling the heat, with plates of ingredients already set up beside him.

“Itadori-kun is already working.” Gojo Satoru sat down on the sofa casually. “Then I’ll just wait to eat.”

"Teacher, aren't you going to do anything?" Kugizaki poked his head out from the kitchen.

"I brought drinks," Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly.

"But Mashiro doesn't like it, does she?"

"Then don't worry about it."

Mashiro put the oolong tea in the refrigerator and returned to the living room. Itadori's voice came from the kitchen: "Mashiro-neechan, is something baking in the oven?"

Mashiro, without changing her expression, said, "Yes, cake."

All eyes turned to her.

Kugizaki was the first to stand up and walk into the kitchen, opening the oven door to take a look.

A small cake, enough for one or two slices for each person.

The appearance is fairly intact, with a few small cracks on the surface, and the color suggests it's edible.

Kugizaki blinked, then hesitated before asking, "What is this cake?"

Mashiro paused for a second: "Test the work, see if the oven is broken."

Kugizaki had nothing to say and closed the oven door.

Tiger Knot poured the prepared sauce into the pot. The moment the broth came into contact with the beef, it sizzled, steam rose, and the aroma spread.

He picked up the spatula and flipped the beef slices: "We can eat now!"

Five minutes later, everyone sat down around the table.

The sukiyaki on the table was bubbling away, the cabbage was cooked until soft and tender, and the beef slices coated in raw egg melted in your mouth, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Gojo Satoru was the first to pick up his chopsticks, quickly picking up a slice of beef, dipping it in the egg mixture, and putting it in his mouth.

"good."

"Not bad, right?" Itarō grinned.

"It's only considered passable."

"Could you please not say that while secretly taking a few more slices?"

Seeing the teacher's incredibly fast hand speed, Kugizaki quickly pulled Fushiguro Megumi along to start eating.

Mashiro didn't stop after taking the first bite.

The chef at Huzhang is truly skilled; the beef is tender and not dry, the broth has a perfect balance of salty and sweet, and the tofu is stewed to perfection.

She can make three large bowls.

While eating, Kugizaki asked Mashiro, "By the way, what are your plans for the future?"

"Intend?"

"So you settled in, and then what? You're a level one sorcerer, so the college will probably assign you tasks, right?"

"Yeah, I have a mission tomorrow, I'll be partnering with Nanami."

"Which Nanami?" Kugizaki paused, "Nanami Kento?"

"You know him?"

"I heard it recently. Apparently, he used to take classes at a vocational college, then quit to become a salaryman, and then came back." Dingzaki rested his chin on his hand. "You've partnered with him before?"

"We collaborated once in Tokyo."

"How about it?"

"Reliable."

Kugizaki nodded and continued eating.

Gojo Satoru finally had a moment to speak and chimed in, "Nanami is definitely reliable. You don't have to worry about anything else when you're partnered with him."

"You're just too lazy to bother with it every time."

"Haha, Mashiro-chan, you really understand me."

"Shut up and eat."

The heat of the sukiyaki pot gradually decreased, and half of the broth in the pot had evaporated.

Japanese knotweed added the prepared broth to the pot, then added the udon noodles, using chopsticks to separate them so that the noodles could absorb the broth.

After the udon noodles were almost cooked, add the remaining beef slices.

"You bought too much." Kugizaki looked at the mountain of beef piled up in the pot.

"Teacher Wu told me to buy more."

"You'll buy it just because he tells you to?"

"It's alright, there's someone to eat anyway." Itadori pointed to Fushiguro Megumi, who hadn't said a word and had been engrossed in eating.

"Any objections?" Fuhei Hui looked up, her face sullen.

"No problem, please enjoy your meal."

Gojo Satoru, standing nearby, gave a thumbs-up: "It's okay, the teacher is here. Just leave it to me after you finish eating."

After everyone had finished eating, Mashiro stood up, opened the oven, and took out the cake.

The cake was placed on a white plate, with a few strawberries placed next to it.

"Everyone, have a taste, it'll be gone in no time."

Kugizaki was the first to come over and poke the surface of the cake with his fork: "It looks... alright?"

"The taste is probably just average," Mashiro said honestly. "It seems like there wasn't enough sugar, and judging from the color, it's probably burnt quite a bit."

"For someone who can't cook, this is already pretty impressive for their first attempt." Kugisaki cut off a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing for a moment. "It's not sweet, but it's not so bad that you can't eat it. It's alright?"

He also cut a piece of Japanese knotweed, and he never hesitated to praise it: "It's better than the convenience store cake I had in Sendai. The convenience store cake is too sweet."

Fuhei didn't say anything; he just ate what he could, so he ate too.

Gojo Satoru looked at the cake on the table but didn't take a bite.

Mashiro stared at him: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Gojo Satoru, without changing his expression, said, "I'm full."

"You just ate pudding."

"Pudding is another stomach for desserts."

"So your other stomach is full now?"

"...I'll eat it."

Kugizaki and Itadori laughed out loud.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Gojo Satoru reluctantly ate a piece, then quickly rinsed the taste in his mouth with oolong tea.

Mashiro looked at the cake plate, which was almost empty, and reached out to pick up the last piece and put it in her mouth.

It's not sweet enough and the texture is too dry; it's really not as good as the ones from convenience stores.

But this was the first time she had ever made food herself in this world, and it turned out alright.

Okay, I won't make it next time. Just wait to eat.

While clearing the dishes, Itadori rushed to carry the pots and bowls into the kitchen, and Mashiro followed, wanting to help him.

He waved his hand and said, "I'll do it, Mashiro-nee, you go and sit down."

When she came out, she found that Fushiguro had quietly put the trash on the table into a plastic bag, and Kugizaki had also helped wipe the table.

So, are only she and Gojo Satoru free?

Upon seeing Mashiro appear, Gojo Satoru put down his phone.