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morning.

Nakajima Atsushi came out of the bathroom and walked towards the kitchen while brushing his hair. He remembered that there was still leftover rice from last night in the refrigerator. It would be better to eat omelet rice in the morning. After all, overnight rice is the best choice for making fried rice.

"You are watching the morning news channel. Today's broadcast includes..."

The host’s voice came from the TV. Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously looked towards the living room. He remembered that he turned off the TV before going to bed last night... Wait, that familiar black object is 100% Mr. Dazai, so The question is, how did he get in?

"Mr. Dazai, good morning." Atsushi Nakajima hung the towel after wiping his hair around his neck, and walked towards the person sitting on the sofa, "I remember I locked the door last night... how did you get in ? Didn’t I lock the door last night?”

"Good morning, Atsushi." Osamu Dazai lay on the table, exuding a lazy atmosphere, and after listening to the other party's question, he took out a wire from his pocket and shook it, "That kind of lock is so good Pry it, just take a wire and twist it inside and it will open."

Atsushi Nakajima: "...I always feel like you are very proud."

Speaking of which, is it really enough to twist the lock with a wire?Next time he will try too.

"Don't worry about these details." Osamu Dazai pushed the wire back, "When is dinner? I'm so hungry."

"Soon." Atsushi Nakajima took out the overnight meal from the refrigerator and put it aside, then took out the juice inside and poured it into a glass and served it to Osamu Dazai, "Eat omelet rice in the morning, it will be ready soon, Mr. Dazai Let's drink juice first."

"Hey—it's juice again." Having said that, Osamu Dazai drank the juice honestly, "Atsushi-kun, I want to drink dishwashing liquid to make juice—"

"How could there be such a thing!" Atsushi Nakajima poked his head out from the kitchen, and quickly retracted it.

Omurice is very simple to make. The inner fried rice and the outer egg skin. It didn't take long for two freshly baked omelets to be ready.

Atsushi Nakajima brought the warm omurice to the table. He was playing a game on the psp, and Osamu Dazai immediately saved the game, put the game console aside, and raised the spoon to eat.

A simple cat was drawn with tomato sauce on the golden egg skin, which added a touch of cuteness to the appearance of the omurice. Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, "Atsu-kun is such a child", and then dug a mouthful of the egg Put rice in your mouth.

Mmm, it smells so good.

After seeing off Osamu Dazai, who was full of food and drink, Atsushi Nakajima checked the time and found that it was only nine o'clock, three hours before he went to work.

The lunch time of his company is from 01:30 noon to [-]:[-] pm. Logically speaking, there should be no rush, but the ingredients should be prepared in advance and the menu posted on the window, so that the person in charge of the cafeteria can display the dishes in all windows during the day Post it at the entrance of the cafeteria for other employees to watch.

Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima called the purchasing department, and hung up after reporting the ingredients he needed.

Hong Kong Building.

The two janitors who are still familiar, hugging that everyone is a colleague of the same company, Atsushi Nakajima greeted them politely, "Good morning."

God!Isn't this unlucky boy the poor wage earner who was tricked by Mr. Dazai?Joined so soon?Dazai-sama's lower limit is completely gone!

The two roared wildly in their hearts, but on the surface they nodded slightly in a calm manner: "Good morning."

Atsushi Nakajima, who swiped his card at the front desk to confirm that he was going to work, entered the elevator. Just when the elevator door was about to close, he found someone walking towards the elevator. Atsushi Nakajima quickly pressed the door open button to prevent the elevator from closing. Just press the close button.

The man who entered had auburn hair and a hat on his head.

"Thanks," he said.

"It's okay." Atsushi Nakajima asked, "Which floor are you going to?"

The ocher-haired man gave a number, and Atsushi Nakajima pressed the number of that floor, and then the two lost communication, and the elevator went up quietly.

White hair, dog-like bangs, purple-gold eyes, someone I've never seen before.

And still a kid.

"Are you new here?"

Hearing the voice in his ear, Atsushi Nakajima turned his head to look at the other party and nodded: "Well, it's the first day of work today."

"That's it."

The elevator was completely quiet now. Atsushi Nakajima's floor was below the other party's, so he would get off the elevator before the other party. After the elevator stopped, Atsushi Nakajima said goodbye to the other party, and then went to the window he was in charge of.

During the period of cleaning the kitchen utensils and getting familiar with the kitchen, the people from the purchasing department have already delivered the ingredients. Atsushi Nakajima hastily put the ingredients on the shelf where they should be, and put the ingredients in the refrigerator, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome." The person in the purchasing department paused, and whispered in front of Atsushi Nakajima, "Well, I heard from the minister that you are a super-"

"It's not a super chef, it's just an orphan who cooks better food." Before the other party finished speaking, Atsushi Nakajima quickly grabbed the conversation, he sighed and whispered, "Why hasn't this meme passed?"

The person in the procurement department showed an awkward but polite smile after hearing the words: "This...to tell the truth, after you joined the job, the minister farted rainbow farts everywhere, ah no, the minister boasted everywhere that he hired a cooking thief Delicious super chef, now the entire canteen knows your name."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

At twelve o'clock at noon, different kinds of fragrances floated from each window, so that everyone who came to the cafeteria could experience what it means to be fragrant.

"Big—cook—!" Accompanied by a pleasant voice, the Minister of Finance, who had seen the menu long ago, rushed to the window in charge of Atsushi Nakajima on time at twelve o'clock, and when he arrived at the window, there was a Brake on the brakes, "A serving of pork chop noodles!"

"Okay, okay." Atsushi Nakajima was frightened by his enthusiasm. While cooking the noodles, he glanced at the watch hanging on the wall from the corner of his eye. The time was exactly twelve o'clock. Very accurate.

The soup is cooked in advance, and the noodles are pulled by myself in advance. When cooking the noodles, you can just put them in the pot. In addition, Atsushi Nakajima uses three times for one person. While cooking the noodles, don’t forget the fried pork chops and fried tortillas. In this kind of triple work With high efficiency, soon, a pork chop noodle dessert was out of the oven.

"Give."

"Thank you chef, I'll go eat first, and I'll leave!" The Minister of Finance took his own meal and found a seat nearby and began to eat.

suddenly!

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes blurred, and with the breeze blowing by, he blinked, and found that there were two more people in front of him at some point, and these two people had dinner at his house yesterday.

"Well, pork chop noodles and tortillas for lunch." Osamu Dazai looked at the paper with the name of the dish on the glass and asked, "How many tortillas per person?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "One."

"Atsu-kun." Osamu Dazai lowered his voice, "Can I go through the back door? I want to eat three tortillas."

...Is it really okay to say so bluntly that you want to go through the back door?Will it really not cause dissatisfaction among other employees?

"I really can't do anything about you... Well, for the sake of you being Mr. Dazai, I'll give you three tortillas." Atsushi Nakajima looked at him helplessly.

Oda Sakunosuke: Stare——

"...Oda-san also has three."

So stop staring at me like I want to go through the back door!

After seeing off the two of them, the next person who came to eat was the younger brother from the purchasing department. When the younger brother happily left with the plate, Atsushi Nakajima found that the next orderer was also an acquaintance.

It was the man in the hat that I met on the elevator today... Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima kept moving his hands and began to use three things for one person.

Atsushi Nakajima brought up the pork chop noodles, and then brought up the plate with the tortillas, "Okay, your lunch is ready, please eat it slowly."

It turns out that this brat is a chef...

The red-haired boy took his lunch and was about to find a place to sit down, when an unpleasant voice came from his ear.

"Hey - who is this? Let me see, it's a slug!" Osamu Dazai elongated his voice, showing an expression of discovering the new world, "Slugs actually eat human food, it's too scary! "

"Shut up mackerel! Can't you stop your mouth even if you eat!?" The red-haired boy called a slug filled his anger gauge instantly, and put the tray on the table with a snap.

Osamu Dazai snorted twice and shook the three tortillas on his plate with a fork. His tone was very embarrassing: "A slug is only worthy of one, and I, three!"

Minister of Finance/Purchase Brother: Sorry we are slugs...

"Are you sick!?" Nakahara Chuya, known as a slug, angrily picked up a chopstick and flew out in the direction of Osamu Dazai. Osamu Dazai turned his head to avoid the chopsticks, and then took a leisurely bite Tortillas on a fork.

The chopsticks that did not attack anyone were embedded in the wall along the trajectory like bullets. The people who were so scared to eat silently carried their bowls and ran to eat at a place far away from the two quarreling cadres.

...Damn it, that damned mackerel!

Chuya Nakahara, who is not losing the battle, walked quickly to the window in charge of Atsushi Nakajima, and his voice was very oppressive: "Little devil, give me three more!"

Three plus his previous one is four, and when he gets the remaining three, he must laugh at that shabby mackerel!

Facing the coercion of the cadres, Nakajima Atsushi blinked like a normal person: "Wait a moment."

As he spoke, he turned around and went to get the three tortillas the other party wanted.

"Dun Jun." Osamu Dazai called him, "Don't worry about that slug, his relationship with you is not as close as ours, so why give him more trouble."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was making tortillas, tilted his head, looking helplessly at Osamu Dazai through the glass: "Mr. Dazai, don't show it around."

Now how can he explain to the person in front of him that the relationship door went through the back door?

"You, you...?" Nakahara was also a little confused, he looked at Osamu Dazai and then at Atsushi Nakajima, and murmured, "This is really... terrible .”

Atsushi Nakajima brought up the hot tortillas: "Okay, your three tortillas."

"Atsu-kun is too much! Give the slug extra food behind my back!" Osamu Dazai immediately expressed his dissatisfaction.

Atsushi Nakajima: "No, Mr. Dazai, I'm doing this honestly..."

Atsushi Nakajima, who couldn't tell the other party's name, subconsciously looked at Chuya Nakahara. The latter seemed to get what he wanted to say, and said, "Chuya Nakahara."

"This is an extra meal for Mr. Zhongyuan." Atsushi Nakajima finished what he had just said.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

I don't know why, I'm so angry :)

"Ha!" Chuya Nakahara, who felt that he was a big winner, raised his chest and left the window with his extra meal in hand, returning to his seat.

……

…………

Damn, what is this, why is it so delicious!Is this really pork chop noodles? ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also accelerated the speed of the noodles, and at the same time did not forget to look left and right at the bowl of noodles, trying to find the place where the taste of the bowl is so different from other pork chop noodles.

Dazai Osamu said in what he thought was a low voice, but in fact it was a normal voice: "Oda Tsukuru, Oda Tsukuru, look, the slug is eating noodles, and there is salt in the soup, so he is not afraid of killing himself."

Oda Sakunosuke who didn't want to express any opinions and just wanted to eat noodles quietly: "..."

Chuya Nakahara glared at Osamu Dazai, then withdrew his gaze and continued eating noodles.

Osamu Dazai was shocked by this move, the little dwarf slug that looked like a barrel of dynamite did not explode! ?

As we all know, creatures like slugs cannot eat things with too much salt, otherwise they will be salted to death. In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, this behavior of Nakahara Chuya is undoubtedly suicide, so——

Osamu Dazai: "Odasaku, let's hold a funeral for this short slug tomorrow, he is hopeless."

Tolerable or unbearable!

"Tai-zai-!" Chuya Nakahara put down his chopsticks angrily, jumped onto the table where Osamu Dazai was sitting, and raised his foot to sweep over with a sweeping leg.

Oda Sakunosuke had already run away with his bowl in his arms, and Osamu Dazai, who was already familiar with the opponent's attack, picked up his noodle bowl and easily avoided the opponent's attack, just when Nakahara Nakata was about to make another kick , The sound of plates breaking rang out.

Snapped--

The plate containing the tortillas belonging to Osamu Dazai fell on the floor, and Osamu Dazai said regretfully when he saw this, "Ah, it fell on the floor."

But it's okay!He can ask Dunjun for it again!

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara." The boy's peaceful voice came from his ears, and the two people who were named turned their heads subconsciously, only to see the white-haired boy came out of the window at some time, standing The side of them bent their eyes to look at them.

The young man clearly had a smile on his face, but the manifested black energy behind him was full of oppression.

"If you don't eat it, please give the food to those who need it. I heard that people who waste food—" Atsushi Nakajima slapped the table at hand, and the marble table immediately shattered into pieces. Landing on the ground, "It will be photographed piece by piece."

Two people: "...Okay, okay."

The author has something to say: Bow to the power of Guanfan.

So what kind of shooting method is it to shoot piece by piece!This is too scary!

There was no twists and turns in the whole process, and a certain Oda who ran very fast: sucking sucking——