After making a fuss for a while, Sherlock dragged Satoru Gojo along to take a bath. Satoru Gojo did not refuse either, following Sherlock into that renovated bathroom which looked almost like a small public bathhouse.
When the master and disciple immersed themselves entirely in the hot water under the moonlight, the two of them let out a neat, synchronized, comfortable meow.
"Ah~~~~~"
Of course, speaking of knowing how to enjoy oneself, your Uncle Gojo, despite being rich, had truly never eaten any good pork.
Under your Uncle Gojo's astonished gaze, Sherlock activated his Cursed Technique. The next second, a wooden tray appeared in the pool water. Buoyed by the water, it steadily bore several desserts on top, slowly floating over in front of your Teacher Gojo.
While Satoru Gojo picked up the desserts with a surprised look on his face, enjoying the relaxing sensation brought by the hot water on one hand and the taste-bud massage brought by the desserts on the other, your Uncle Sherlock activated his Cursed Technique once again, summoning a set of tea utensils on the ledge at the edge of the pool.
After pouring a cup of hot tea for both himself and Satoru Gojo, Sherlock then handed the tea to Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo, having just finished the dessert, lit up all over his eyes when he saw the tea handed over by Sherlock, and happily learned from Sherlock's appearance as he took a sip of the tea in his hand.
The top-grade tea leaves from China made the taste of the tea crisp and refreshing, to the extent that Satoru Gojo, who had never been very fond of bitterness, lit up his eyes when he looked at the tea in his hand.
After unceremoniously extorting half of the stock from Sherlock's hands,