I heard that I am a Yokohama tycoon

Mori Ogai put me down, and stared at me boldly, "You think I'm not good?" Could this be the reason why he was always rejected.

Mori Ogai suddenly thought of a time when he "accidentally saw" Ito Juntomie's photo album. The few photos were all of foreign men, tall and straight, muscular, standing in the kitchen with no shirt on, wearing an apron and holding a frying pan. Looking coquettishly at the person taking the picture——

Mori Ogai took a lot of effort not to tear up the photo, but put it back in its original place.

He knew the man in the photo.

A Frenchman named André Gide.

Just a homeless dog with nowhere to go.

Mori Ogai looked down on Gide very much.

However, that man made Fu Jiang, who did not recognize his friendship, put the photos in the photo album. Although the photo album was poorly crafted and looked like the work of a primary school student's handicraft class, this further showed the preciousness of the photo album.

And in that album there was only a picture of André Gide.

Some of the backgrounds are in the room, some are outdoors, and more are Andre's semi-sexual.

I have to say that the people who took the pictures are superb, and they have a strong sense of shock when they take pictures of the characters.Most of them are black and white, and the only one in color is a back view of him hugging someone from behind.

Angry, irritable, seems to be able to calm down only by killing something.

"Sen?" I looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly smiled, "So you also care about such things."

Mori Ogai was a little unhappy, he walked faster than me, and kept a distance of two or three steps. If I was slow, he would also slow down. We returned to Lumao one by one.

A young man with orange hair wearing a round hat was shouting "Sister Fujiang! I'm hungry!" while banging on the door. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help covering my forehead.

I overtook Dr. Sen and went to the door of the shop and held his fist, "So you're always yelling at me like this every morning."

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn’t sleep all night. He worked until the early hours of the morning. He was so hungry that he could swallow a cow. He turned his head listlessly and muttered, “What, no wonder the door hasn’t opened after knocking for 10 minutes. I still think about not opening it again. I'm going to kick my head off...how come Mr. Sen is here?"

Nakahara Chuya's brain is not enough. What does it mean when a man sends a woman home early in the morning?

"You two spent the night together!" Nakahara also felt that he was going to blow up, and Yokohama estimated that there would be a second ruin.

I clenched my fist and knocked on his head, "You can't talk about women's private life so casually."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared, looking very upset.

but……

I held his forehead with my index finger and poked it, "But, 'Mr. Mori' is, what, what, ah, does Chuya know him?"

"My communication range is very wide..." Nakahara Nakahara was not sure how much Ito Jun Tomie knew about Mori Ogai, and wisely adopted ambiguous statements.

I bent down, bumped my forehead against his, and said dangerously: "The social circle is so wide that you even know the leader of the port mafia?"

Why would she know!

Mori Ogai knew that his proud subordinate Nakahara Chuya and Ito Juntomie were old times. For many years, he consciously avoided seeing them at the same time. After all, as Nakahara Chuya's immediate superior, when he needed to "disappear", he only Just need to send him to perform the task.

I glanced at Nakahara Chuya, then at Mori Ogai, then at Mori Ogai, and then at Nakahara Chuya, and I was sure that they had something to hide from me.

But I don't care, and I don't want to know.

He took out the key from under the flower pot and opened the door, and he swished in like a dog shutting the door out, but Chuya was faster than me, he stuck one leg in the crack of the door, and yelled pitifully pain.

"Miss Fu Jiang..."

I, Jun Tomie Ito, have a strong heart so I won't be fooled by you——

Nakahara Chuya's stomach growled in due course.

I raised my eyelids and looked at Ogai Mori with an innocent face. Mr. Mori just said everything, and Chuya was probably also a member of the port mafia.And the level is not low, otherwise he will not be remembered by the leader. Although the aging of Japan is quite serious, Chuya is still a child!

Thinking of this, I have a bit of complaints against Mori Ogai.

I pulled Zhongya into the store and shut Senouwai out.

This move made Zhongyuanzhong neither hungry nor tired, and he felt very comfortable.

As soon as the door closed, he was covered in a fireball.

A large group of fiery red fireballs hugged Nakahara Chuya's head with open teeth and claws.

"What is this!"

I was also a little confused, "Marshmallow?"

There was a fist-sized ball of fire squatting on my shoulders. It looked like the main body, but the one who was being bullied was also a split body.

Why bully Chuya, what did Chuya do wrong?

The fireball is an invisible thing, and there is no burning thing to extinguish. Zhong Yuanzhong also struggled for a while, and found that he would not burn him, but made him sweat like sweat. Not only did he not burn him, but It's like steaming the face, the skin has become fine and moist.

I poured a large cup of oolong tea for Zhong Ye, and the marshmallows took the body back, but the body was still the size of a fist, and the color would turn orange. Zhong Ye was so angry that he couldn't hit her no matter what.

"I'm so pissed off! What the hell is this!" Zhongyuan Zhong also drank the oolong tea angrily.

"Maybe it's because Chuya concealed my serious problem, maybe Marshmallow is helping me vent my anger." After the initial surprise, I naturally accepted that Shiranui came back with me, but there is still a problem, if The dancer A Li became a monster because of the power of Yanling. After many years, the power of Yanling disappeared, and she fell into a deep sleep, or died. So what is cotton candy?Is it the sleeping A Li or A Li degenerated into the original flame?

This question is beyond the outline for me, so I decided to put it aside for the time being and concentrate on interrogating Zhong Ye.

"When did you join the Port Mafia?"

Zhong also quickly raised his head and glanced at me, not daring to look me in the face, "Yeah, not too long."

"It won't be long before you can become a cadre?"

"How do you know I'm a cadre!"

"Is Mori Ogai the kind of perfect leader who can remember all the minions?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also lay down on the long table in front of the bar in frustration, buried his head in his arms, "I am a cadre of the port mafia."

After looking at the back of his orange head for a while, I sighed, what else can I do, he has joined the port mafia for some time, and joining the mafia in a boy's perception is very majestic and handsome thing.And I'm selfish, I don't want to describe Zhongya as a criminal.

Doctor He Mori.

One day I will get involved with the leader and cadre of the largest criminal organization in Yokohama, and I have a close relationship, I am really helpless.

Chu also couldn't look up, his rumbling stomach kept reminding me that he was still hungry.

What else can I do.

Mothers are eligible to beat their children but not to refrain from cooking.Beating children is justified, and not feeding children is condemned by everyone.This is how many people perceive it.

I went into the bar, put on an apron, and opened the refrigerator. Hutton ate all the dishes made by my mother. The refrigerator was almost empty. Fortunately, the ingredients were replenished in time.

"OK!"

I turned around, and because of the height of the bar and his length and posture, I could only see a pair of eyes.Marshmallow was lying in Zhongye's hat, and just now he had been jumping on the spot and stepping on him, so he was probably tired and lay motionless in the hat.

Because it was so cute, I coughed heavily and turned around.

As an adult, I have to keep a distance from juniors of the opposite sex, and no more than three head touches a day are the rules I set for myself.

Whisk the egg liquid of five eggs quickly with an egg beater, add an appropriate amount of milk, chop ham, seaweed, bacon, corn kernels, dried vegetables, etc., roll them up after solidification layer by layer, put them on a plate, and then pour the oil into the pot , put in the beef cubes and stir-fry until the aroma is released, then put the sliced ​​egg rolls in and fry for a while.

The microwave rang and the food was ready.

Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly took over the heavy plate and started to eat it. Because there are more ingredients than eggs, Tamagoyaki is like a side dish.

"good to eat!"

His stomach stopped growling, and Nakahara took the time to raise his head and said, "Mr. Mori is still outside."

That's right, after being locked out, he kept knocking on the door persistently, and it was very annoying.

The gap with the "iron-blooded leader" in his impression is too big, Nakahara thinks he should leave it alone, he is definitely not willing to let Mori Ogai in.

I cleaned the pot, took off my rubber gloves, and sat on a chair in a daze.

Suddenly, the back door of Lumao Flower Shop was pushed open, and a bald man came in yawning, sniffing, "It smells so fragrant, it's Tamagoyaki."

The range hood is still on, why do you ask about the smell?

The bald man muttered, "I got up at three o'clock in the morning because I wanted to grab the specials in the morning market. Since I got up, I wanted to go around to see if the door is open." Then he sat down next to Nakahara Nakaya, "Ma'am, A tamagoyaki."

"Hey! Saitama! How many times have I told you that this is a flower shop and not a restaurant!" Nakahara Nakaya roared at Saitama.

"Eh? But aren't you eating?"

"This is my home, Hun Dan!"

Declaring sovereignty in this way, Nakahara Chuya glanced at me again, and I responded with a doting smile.

He almost fell out of the chair.

Chuya, if you twist your neck too fast, you might break it.

"But I've seen others come in..."

Even after a year, such conversations happen every now and then.

The back door existed when I bought the front of this house. Behind the door is a dead-end alley, probably due to architectural planning. The alley is about ten meters long and two meters wide. When I bought it, it was muddy and clean. There are no debris, but now it is full of wisterias, and a glass house is built. Because it is an illegal building, I was worried that someone would report it at first, but nothing happened after so many years.

According to the customers who came to the store, what they pushed was a restaurant called "Traveling Cat Late Night Canteen".

And they can't go out the front door.

This is what I said before "the wonderful changes that have happened recently".

Because these guests always come in the middle of the night and early in the morning, I have to prepare a lot of ingredients.

When Qiyu came for the first time, he brought a leaflet that was exactly the same as the portrait of Ah Lu on the signboard, and it said "Live Cat Late Night Canteen" special offer feedback, and the price of all dishes did not exceed 100 yuan.

Chuya's super bowl of tamagoyaki only costs 50 yen... Is there such a business?Unless the boss is a sentimental local tyrant.

Looking at the flyer, I fell silent. Excluding someone deliberately finding fault, the remaining possibility is that the back door of my house is really the back door of a certain restaurant.

And the business hours on the leaflet say from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, which happens to be my sleep time.

What's even more strange is that if I'm asleep, no guests will come, and if I'm awake, even if the lights are turned off, people will come in through the back door.

It sounds like a ghost story at first glance.

But what I calmed down after the initial doubts was: I am not only doing two businesses illegally, but I also missed one tax. Is it really all right?

I was preparing Saitama's tamagoyaki while worrying about it.

Five minutes later, Saitama took the bowl and praised me, "Junsang Ito is such a good person".

I picked up a 50-yen coin and put it in the drawer. Nakaya tried to steal Saitama's egg roll, and the two hit afterimages with chopsticks.

I'm so sleepy now, I just want to sleep.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Hu Dun (showing off): Oh?You ate Tamagoyaki, the deluxe version?I ate ###￥￥￥￥***@@ (almost a dozen dishes)

Chuya (full firepower): Kill you furry!

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There is a new setting (the second setting that Chuya and the bad trash trash youth organization are not involved in)

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There is also a head pendant in the game, which will make his cuteness +60%

【Known information】

Jun Tomie Ito

It's a florist

Unexpectedly, I have a part-time job

Sleep is affected

Although it is the price of cabbage, it is an unexpected profit

Looks like a photographer

was issued a good card

brought back the marshmallow

A law-abiding young woman who is disturbed by tax evasion

Doesn't seem interested in how the apron works

Culinary skills are growing steadily