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Chapter 248 Hot Pot Game

"Cool, what is this?" Gojo Satoru excitedly poked his head into the hot pot. There were already a lot of ingredients in it and the water in the pot was boiling.

"This is a hot pot game." Kamisato Ayato tilted his head and smiled. His face was still a little pale and he was wearing a coat. He looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, fragile and beautiful.

He knew Gojo Satoru's personality beforehand. He liked lively places, strange things, and sweets even more. A serious conversation might attract Gojo Satoru's attention, but it would definitely annoy him.

They are collaborators, not persecutors.

What's more, Gojo Satoru couldn't refuse this cooperation at all, so why should he make the atmosphere serious?

Kamisato Ayato lowered his brows, took out a cup of milk tea from his sleeve and took a sip. Under Gojo Satoru's curious gaze, the young man frowned.

"Mr. Gojo, do you want to try this milk tea?"

Gojo Satoru instantly retracted his gaze, pouted his lips, and said with displeasure: "Don't try to bribe me with this little stuff, I won't take it."

"Five cups." Kamisato Ayato knocked on the table.

Gojo Satoru's eyes wandered for a moment, but he still shook his head decisively.

Kamisato Ayato sighed, "Ten cups, this is the maximum I can give."

Gojo Satoru still looked unhappy. He yelled, "Aren't you the head of the family? How come you don't even have the right to drink as much milk tea as you want!"

Kamisato Ayato took a sip of milk tea, and the sweet and fragrant liquid slid down his mouth. The young man squinted his eyes in satisfaction, which made Gojo Satoru extremely envious.

He came here suddenly and didn't bring any sweets with him. Although he was suppressed by the sunglasses, his six eyes still made him unable to leave sweets.

"Master Gojo, I'm not the only master of the Kamisato family." Kamisato Ayato said helplessly.

Kamisato Ayato was not in a good mood when he got this identity card. As soon as he saw the basic experience of this card, he knew that this was a difficult role to play. But when he saw what this card liked, he instantly calmed down.

milk tea.

This is milk tea!

And it’s a milk tea that won’t make you fat!

This alone is enough for Kamisato Ayato to forgive everything.

After all, life is so difficult, and milk tea can only bring him some comfort.

Other students also expressed their envy more than once and made sounds of wanting it.

However, his sister, Kamisato Ayaka, restricted his supply of milk tea on the grounds that drinking too much sweet milk tea would cause tooth decay.

Twenty cups, he can only drink twenty cups a day! This made him, who was addicted to milk tea like Kamisato Ayato, particularly painful, but he couldn't ignore his beloved sister's words.

So if he gave ten cups to Gojo Satoru, he would really feel bad.

But Gojo Satoru seemed to have grasped his weakness. He showed pride in his eyes and shook his head at Kamisato Ayato: "If you want me to agree to the deal, you must have ten cups."

Finally got the answer.

Kamisato Ayato nodded with a smile, without any trace of the heartache and reluctance she had just felt.

"Okay, only ten cups."

In a negotiation, it is always better to give the other party a pre-designed weakness than to be caught with your real weakness.

He wasn't lying. He really felt bad about losing ten cups of milk tea.

It's just that he had told Linghua about it before, and Linghua agreed to give him ten more cups today after his persistence.

Everyone is happy, very good negotiation.

"Okay, you're kidding me!" Gojo Satoru slammed the table, looking extremely annoyed, but both of them knew that this deal was well known to everyone, and he had already tacitly agreed to it long before Gojo Satoru came to Teyvat.

"I'm not lying. I feel bad giving out ten cups," Kamisato Ayato shook his head and shouted, "Thomas, please bring ten milk teas to Mr. Gojo, with full sugar."

"Got it, master." Thomas's smiling voice sounded outside the door. The next second Thomas pushed the door open and walked in, followed by several servants, each holding a tray in their hands.

There were not only ten cups of milk tea, but also many small desserts with Inazuma's specialties. Kamisato Ayato made a gesture of invitation and put a plate of mushrooms into the pot.

"Is this the hot pot game? Just play it casually?" Gojo Satoru stared at the hot pot with a serious expression.

Kamisato Ayato held his chin with one hand, shook his head, and said lazily: "It's not authentic. After all, there are only two of us playing, so I, as the host, should prepare it."

"Can those be served too?" Gojo Satoru pointed at the desserts on the tray.

"Of course, as long as you are interested, you can put anything in it. There is no limit."

"Wow, that's pretty good." Gojo Satoru threw in a piece of dessert and watched the pink dessert float in the pot. Soon, it dyed the pot of boiling water pink.

The two people took turns throwing things in, and the soup in the pot changed several times before finally settling on the most unappetizing blue color.

Gojo Satoru touched his chin and rummaged through it with a spoon with interest until he found the dessert he had put in there.

The dessert that was originally sandwiched turned into two blue soft biscuits. Gojo Satoru didn't even lift it up and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

His expression changed several times, finally stopping at an indescribable look.

It doesn't look very delicious.

Kamisato Ayato, who had not yet picked up her chopsticks, stared at the pot in front of her thoughtfully.

After a few seconds, he decisively gave up thinking and picked up the vegetable leaves he had added.

Well... not as lethal as before.

Kamisato Ayato swallowed the vegetable leaves as usual, admiring the look on the stage.

This kind of thing is better eaten with other people.

Sweet, spicy and salty, the mixture of flavors directly overwhelmed Gojo Satoru's taste buds. It didn't taste good at all, but it should be good for playing with students.

After happily deciding the long-term development of this game, Gojo Satoru took a few bites without any hesitation.

Taking a sip of milk tea, Gojo Satoru put down his chopsticks and stretched himself: "Thank you very much for the hospitality, Master Kamisato."

The white-haired young man didn't take off his eye mask, but Kamisato Ayato could still feel the gaze on him, as well as the smiling voice of the man opposite him: "Teacher, where did you take my students?"

Like a wild beast that has not been tamed, Kamisato Ayato kept smiling. How could the leader who had led the Kamisato family through so many ups and downs for so long show cowardice in such a situation?

The young man still had a cheerful and cheerful look, his deep purple eyes fell on the hot pot: "Mr. Gojo, if you take a closer look, you will know."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and held back his momentum: "Your place is really weird. Six eyes can't see through it. The aura is mixed and chaotic, just like a ball of wool. It's impossible to sort it out. It hurts my eyes to look at it."