The daily life of Bat Cubs traveling through Yokohama

—Jason, come here...

The two turned their heads at the same time.

—Okay okay, my fault.

The red-uniformed Army Huku, who was carrying a quiver, raised his hands in an apology, and then embraced the two Jasons, one big and one small, who were doing a study session.

——In order not to be mistaken, the big bird is Niaojie, and the small one is Xiaojie. How about it?Isn't it perfect?I'm such a genius~

The two who had been labeled as distinguishing without permission closed the book with a "snap" at the same time.

--Eh?Why are you looking at me like that?Uh... wait - I mean, we can talk about it...

……

Hearing the familiar address, especially when Osamu Dazai approached him at the end and switched to his familiar mother tongue, Jason was slightly dazed for a moment.

Before Osamu Dazai wanted to call Jason Little Red Riding Hood, his jumping nerves stopped at the edge of the adventure and did not continue to jump down. Then he suddenly felt blessed, thinking that he felt that the title Jason was more suitable.

A light figure flying freely between cities appeared in Osamu Dazai's mind.

This is it.

Therefore, he thought it would be logical to call her by his real name, but a slightly frivolous title naturally slipped out of his mouth.

After saying it, Osamu Dazai said it again in his heart, and decided that even if Jason taught him a little lesson, he would not change it.

And when Osamu Dazai was ready to retreat to prevent being beaten, the close distance between them allowed him to clearly capture the emotion emerging in Jason's eyes, as well as the daze that lasted less than a second.

"Heh," Jason came back from his short memory, sneered, noticed Osamu Dazai's stepping back, and quickly gave Dazai a stir-fried chestnut on the forehead, "Believe it or not, I will stuff a raw egg into your mouth , Wait for you to hatch a bird, and experience for yourself how small it is.”

Osamu Dazai held his head and puffed up one side of his face, and wanted to say something more with sorrow in his eyes.

"Dazai, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhongya Nakahara frowned, reaching out his hand to grab Dazai's collar, "Sorry, Jie, I'm going to drag this shameless guy out."

Osamu Dazai didn't even need to turn around to look at Nakahara Nakaya, the short body like long eyes behind him avoided Chuya's hand, and moved to Jason's other side.

"Hey, I know you like this name, don't deny it," Osamu Dazai seemed to be glued to the title, chattering endlessly, "Besides, you didn't deny it just now, so you like it~ You do like it It's right~"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't dare to make too much movement because there were ingredients and kitchen utensils here, and he didn't dare to make too much trouble for Jason, so he was a little helpless and jumped around.

"Don't give me another nickname! Bastard mackerel!"

"Jie Niao~ You see, it's Chuya himself who casually gave nicknames to others, he has double labels~" Dazai Osamu here suddenly became cute again, he didn't seem to have been in the kitchen, but he was very cute. With an understanding, he picked up the tools on the table and handed them to Jason the things he was going to use next.

Jason was really almost pissed off. The helper next to him, who seemed to be flattering, was really good at braking before he stepped on a certain boundary, and then mobilized his emotions so that others could hardly compare with him who was a good boy.

"Then it's reciprocal, I happen to think that you also need a code name."

"Hahaha," Osamu Dazai smiled, "Don't be so polite, just call me Dazai."

"Jie, don't worry, if you want to beat him up, I guarantee that no one in our Hong Kong...company will stand up for him," Zhong Yuan Zhong also grinned grinningly, "I'll even help you control him."

"I'm a businessman who makes money from harmony. I prefer equal exchange to violence," Jason said with a good-tempered smile without continuing to light the firewood provided by Central Plains, "mackerel may be tired of hearing it, How about calling you a bandage man, in line with the image, simple and easy to understand?"

"Ha, ha..." Osamu Dazai laughed dryly, "This... is ordinary, not cool at all..."

"Cooler? That's good," Jason put the processed ingredients aside, leaning on the chopping board with one hand, "How about Bandage Man, this is a popular item in my hometown, isn't it cool?"

"Ugh—that's disgusting."

"Hahahahaha," Zhongyuan Zhong also gloated, seeing that Dazai was upset, he felt very comfortable, and he was not in a hurry to drag him away, "Ahem, Jason, I think what you said is quite right, it should be obvious at a glance As soon as I heard it was him, I will call him Bandage Green Mackerel from now on."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Don't be fooled by his honest appearance in front of you, besides, I chose a cute and friendly title~"

"Kind, friendly?" Jason smiled more and more amiably when he heard Dazai's nickname changed again, "That's fine, bandage boy."

"Neither does this—"

"Huh—? Isn't this cute and friendly?" Jason leaned towards Dazai, giving Dazai a sense of oppression from his height, his blue eyes were full of meaning, and he was so clever that he just didn't look at his kite Mou, he almost paused, "Otherwise, I'll let you experience how cute I can be."

Jason's men raised the knife on the chopping board, and tilted the blade under the light from the transparent window.

"Ding"—the shiny sharp edge flashed into Osamu Dazai's eyes, and he had to pull his gaze back.

"Very, very good," Dazai Osamu's throat moved. I don't know if it was because of the threat of a sharp weapon, or because the jewel-like pupils were too "cute" under the sunlight in front of him. He trembled and looked up. He raised a finger and pointed in the direction of the chopping board, and said in a dry voice, "Well, Jie-Jie...the dishes are ready to be cooked, and they will not be fresh after a long time."

"Tch." Nakahara stood aside with his arms folded, and cast a disdainful glance at Osamu Dazai.

Nakahara also doesn't believe that Osamu Dazai can really be threatened by an ordinary person, and it's probably a way of lowering others' defenses to steal the information he wants. In the past, Dazai did a lot by taking advantage of other people's soft-hearted loopholes "Great achievements".

Although in the past when he chatted with Jason, he had reminded him of the danger of Osamu Dazai, but just in case, he would reiterate Dazai's deep love in every private time with Jason without Dazai's interference. Unpredictable and dangerous.

"Hey... As Jason's friend, he just stands there and doesn't help," Osamu Dazai seemed to be grieving for his unsatisfactory colleague, and at the same time he handled the next ingredient quickly with his hands and feet to set off the only idle time in the kitchen. Chuya wrote, "They are all the same age, and even children are so sensible to share housework, you, Chuya—hey..."

Following Dazai Osamu's deliberate gaze, Nakahara Nakaya looked to the other side.

——The little girl had some flour on the side of her cheeks, and stood on the small bench with a serious face, imitating the little sister around her to squeeze the buttercream.

Nakahara Chu was a little embarrassed at the time.

"I-Is that so? Ah... I see, I'm here to help too, where do I start..."

Seeing that Nakahara Nakaya was distracted by Dazai Osamu's words, Jason helplessly stopped Chuya from looking around for work, "Chuya, you go to the living room and wait, last time you didn't because Did you miss the release of the limited edition game disc? It’s under the TV cabinet, it’s in the first drawer. You haven’t cooked, have you? Just go and play and wait for the food. I’ll treat you anyway.”

"It's really useless. Children know how to restrain their desire to play, and they will become lazy adults."

Jason gave Osamu Dazai a sideways glance, but Dazai stopped talking immediately after he finished speaking, as if he was concentrating all his attention on dealing with the thing in his hand.

"That's not the case, Zhong—"

"Jie, please let me help." Nakahara didn't want to be compared to Dazai Osamu, let alone a little girl, "Although I don't have experience in this field, I can chop... no, I should be good at knife skills. "

'Anyway, it's all about cutting things, it should be... not bad, right? '

Zhong Yuan, who got serious, was also very stubborn. Jason didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he stopped trying to persuade Zhong Ye, and simply raised his chin to signal the table next to him.

"The small blue basket of side dishes over there has been washed, and you can cut it into small pieces of about one centimeter."

"Ha, just look at me." After Nakahara finished speaking, he took off his gloves and put them aside to wash his hands, walking towards the cooking counter full of confidence.

"Dududu-"

After a while, there was a cautious and slow sound of the blade touching the chopping board at first, and then gradually turned into a regular sound like speeding up chopping meat.

At this moment, looking over, Zhongyuan Zhongya was "torturing" the vegetables on the chopping board with a murderous look, as if he was concentrating on some important task.

"Huh—" Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped away the sweat that didn't exist, and looked at the pile of small cubes with a sense of accomplishment. He thought it was not that difficult, and his tail was raised in his heart, and he still wanted to say, "It's very simple, is there anything else?"

At this time, someone thoughtfully replaced Chuya Nakahara's hand with another basket, and patted him on the shoulder to express that he had given it to him.

Nakahara Zhongya even became addicted to cutting just now, some of them were up, and he stretched out a purple vegetable without even looking at it, and continued——

"Cough—what?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also suddenly hit by a pungent smell, and he rubbed it without much thought—"Hiss, what the hell?!"

"Pfft hahaha, Nakaya, who is covered in tears, looks like a slug that is bleeding mucus, it's so disgusting~"

Osamu Dazai knew that Nakahara Nakaya didn't know how to cook by himself, so he ignored some "common sense", so Dazai went to the refrigerator to take out the onion in advance, put it at room temperature, and stuffed it into Nakaya's hand openly.

"Oh! Bastard mackerel, it must be your fault, damn it, give it to me, hiss—"

Nakahara was unable to find Osamu Dazai precisely because of his blurred vision, but the more anxious he was, the more he kneaded. For a while, "Gravity Maker" forgot to use supernatural powers to block the smell and juice, and was stumped by an onion.

"do not move."

A cold hand held the wrist that Nakahara Chuya was rubbing his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard a familiar and reliable voice, resisting the hot feeling and not breaking free from him.

"It'll be fine right now."

That hand held Chuya Nakahara, who couldn't see the way, and led him to the sink.

"Crack" "Wow——"

The sound of the collision of ice cubes and the sound of water flow sounded.

Zhong Yuanzhong also only felt a cold nose, and a cool wet towel was applied to his eyes, and a soft force gently wiped his eyes.

Before long, the stinging in the eyes and the soreness in the nose gradually eased to a less unbearable state.

The towel was removed from the eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him, which was undoubtedly Jason.

There is still moisture in the cobalt blue eyes that have just been opened, and a misty filter has been applied to the young man in front of him, warm and warm like a spring scroll.

"Is it much better?" The person in the painting moved, and leaned over to stare at Zhongye's red eyes for a closer look.

"Ah, thank you..."

"Go and wash your hands," Jason tugged at Chuya's sleeves as a gesture, "Wash off the residue on your hands with soap, or you will feel uncomfortable again when you touch them."

Zhongya Nakahara is now like a child guided by his parents, obediently obeying instructions like a robot, but he doesn't say a word, with a cold expression as if nothing happened just now.

"Heh, Chuya really doesn't feel ashamed, and it's really not helping you." Osamu Dazai seemed to have laughed too hard, and he had no strength to lean aside and said in a cool tone.

"Shut up." Zhongyuan Zhong also said coldly, but because of his broken words, the enthusiasm in his heart still couldn't help but spread to the earlobe.

'What a shame!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... here is my Mafia image from Jason...'

After Zhong Yuan washed his hands and turned off the tap, he pulled the towel and covered his face.

'Damn it, don't let me meet this bastard mackerel in Hong Kong tomorrow!otherwise……'

……

After a brief farce, Jason pushed Chuya and Dazai to one end of the kitchen, and dragged the other to the other end of the kitchen, carefully separating them.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief in the finally harmonious kitchen. He turned to the girls and saw a scene of healing and warmth. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

'Sure enough, girls are cuter. '

Jason thought of the Batman parent and child he had met with Jay, who hadn't appeared in his world yet, their arrogant and stinky temper, and the moment they met, they would perform full-scale martial arts without saying a word...

Thinking of this, Jason's face turned stinky again.

'tsk.The old man knew how to bring brats home. '

But no one noticed this kind of performance, because it wasn't very obvious, and Jason, who had been specially trained, suppressed his emotions like a conditioned reflex, so no one knew that he was in a bad mood now, which can be called— —

"Boom—" "Boom——"

A kitchen utensil and a vegetable leaf flew over the kitchen.

The veins on Jason's neck behind his ears bulged.

After less than a minute of subduing, chopsticks, fruits and other kitchen utensils mixed with various kitchen utensils gradually gathered and danced in the air, and the barrage of you coming and going began in the sky.

"Get the fxx king out!"

——It will explode at one point.

"Explosive. Keg" lifted the two "Mars" to the door of the kitchen, kicked them out with one kick aimed at the buttocks, and then closed the door with a "bang".

"call……"

Kitchen world, long live peace.

Jason turned around and saw the other two people, who were also holding their breath and dared not speak out.

"Ah, Silver, Sakura," Jason immediately withdrew his anger, and squeezed out an awkward smile, "Don't be afraid, I mean—"

The stagnant breathing of the girls slowed down.

"It's different from them." Jason regained his normal attitude and smiled, "You are my good girls."

The two people, one big and one small, lowered their heads in unison, covering their faces, and continued to "concentrate" on the work at hand.

Seeing this, Jason also started to move, muttering in his heart while recalling the recipe of the cookies.

——' By the way, Akutagawa hasn't come back yet. '

The author has something to say:

Wait for me to correct my mistakes... (End of correction~)

By the way, have you watched the radio drama: Chuya's Dazai imitation show?Zhong also laughed and cried at me.

She coded and showed her aunt's smile...

Hey, the author started to dislike himself.

Hey... I don't know how to cook, so I can't write in detail, hey, I'm good at cooking, but I'm not even as good as QAQ...

This chapter is still a lucky little red envelope, meme chirp

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