Tsunade let out a hum, though she didn't criticize him much, simply curling her lip:
"Forget it, it's just as well that experimental freak isn't coming, lest he ruin the mood with his data analysis again."
"Hey, Silver Hair, what do you want to drink?
The latest recommendation is the lemon black tea, the taste is all right."
Upon hearing this, Jiraiya's eyes immediately locked onto the sign on the counter, muttering under his breath:
"Lemon black tea... hmm... isn't there something with more of a kick? Like..."
Before he finished speaking, Gen had already pushed a drink that had been ordered in advance, its cup wall wrapped in greasepaper to prevent burns, toward him:
"Jiraiya Senior, here you go.
Seeing how you rushed over, I guessed you would be thirsty and ordered the store's best-selling honey citron tea for you in advance, warm."
Jiraiya froze, looking at the steaming drink, and then at Gen's gentle smile, instantly moved to the point of "tears welling up," grabbing Gen's hand:
"Gen! You're still the best! So thoughtful! Unlike a certain violent woman who only drinks black tea and calls it just all right!"
A cross-shaped vein popped on Tsunade's temple, and she tightened her grip on the cup in her hand, the cup letting out a groan of unbearable strain:
"Sil-ver-haired-dead-last... Do you want to experience the hospital's VIP package in advance?"
"Haha, just kidding, just kidding!"
Jiraiya quickly pulled back his hand and happily sipped his honey citron tea, the sweet, warming taste making him narrow his eyes in comfort.
Right at that moment, a commotion and children's laughter came from the open space nearby.
There stood two people wearing oversized mascot costumes—
one with antlers, an endearing "Moose", and the other round and holding a snow pear model, "Snow