After the overlord hit the bow, Dazai

The soup base was served quickly.

It was bright red, and there were countless peppers floating in it, and even the surrounding air was filled with the spicy smell of peppers.

"Ah chirp!" After holding back for a while, Osamu Dazai finally couldn't help it, covered his nose with a napkin and kept sneezing.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly better than him, but his nose was also slightly red from the smoke.

"Can you two really eat spicy food?" I doubted it deeply, "Can't you?"

I'm afraid that the next day, the news will spread throughout Yokohama that the boss and cadres of the port mafia did not die from assassination and murder from perverted spicy hot pot...

"Ah chirp!" Osamu Dazai sneezed again, he forced a smile, but his tone was inexplicably heavy, "Xiao Shang, men can't say no, right, Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his nose, turned his face away and didn't want to look at him, "ah."

The shabu-shabu cooked quickly, I picked up a cabbage and took a deep breath before eating.

So fragrant, so spicy.

Dip in a little seasoning.

Open your mouth and take a bite.

The spiciness and the umami of the cabbage came together immediately. The cabbage absorbed the spiciness of the hot pot soup and combined with the aroma of the sauce, it was incomparably delicious.

Although it is a bit hot, the spiciness is infinitely magnified under the blessing of temperature, and I am satisfied with the food.

too delicious!I must come to eat next time!

On the other hand, Zhong Yuanzhong also fished out a piece of tofu, took a bite, swallowed it in a hurry, rinsed his mouth with cold water, and coughed desperately.

"Chuya, you can't do it." Osamu Dazai sneered, picked up a crab stick, took a bite, spit it out in a second and poured cold water, "It's so spicy!"

"Is it very spicy?" I took another bite of the cabbage, "The spiciness is average, you two are too good."

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya looked at each other, and finally Nakahara Chuya spoke first, "Boss, as a guard, I still need to be vigilant, so I won't eat for now." At the end he showed a malicious smile, "I wish you and Miss Huang Shang had a good meal."

"Wait—" Osamu Dazai used a napkin in one hand to desperately wipe away the tears that came out from the heat, and reached out with the other hand to grab the opponent, but Nakahara Chuya nimbly dodged it. In the end, he could only watch the opponent stand by the window and the door In between, he showed a provocative smile at him.

Osamu Dazai: ... Fuck!Don't run away if you have the ability!

Seeing that the person who could share weal and woe with him escaped, Osamu Dazai had no choice but to give up, secretly made a note to the other party, and planned to go back and slowly settle the score.

Osamu Dazai looked at me tearfully: "Xiao Shang~"

I took a crab stick out of the hot pot and stuffed it into his mouth, and said hypocritically, "I heard that you seem to like crab meat? There are no crabs in the hot pot, so you can make do with a crab stick in front of you."

Osamu Dazai ate it with tears in his eyes, and then desperately searched for water.

"Still eating?" I smiled.

"Eat!" He closed his eyes, "As long as Xiao Shang feeds me, I will eat!"

...You are really not afraid of death.

"Mr. Zhongye, for the sake of your leader's life, I'm afraid I need your help to get more water." I sighed.

"Got it," he looked at Osamu Dazai with a complicated expression, "Hey, do you really want to continue eating?"

"I'm different from a little dwarf like you who can't eat spicy food." Osamu Dazai waved his hands in disgust while accepting my feeding, "Go ask for more water...cough cough cough."

"It's up to you." Zhong Yuan clicked his hat speechlessly and left the box.

After eating the steaming hot pot, it became hot after a while. There were fine beads of sweat on my forehead, but it was still within the acceptable range. Osamu Dazai was much worse than me. He was wearing a black suit. When he started to eat, his forehead started to sweat. Halfway through eating, he simply took off his suit jacket, untied his bow tie, and loosened his shirt collar, revealing his delicate collarbone. The corners of his eyes were slightly red from crying, and his lips were also red from eating. Too much spicy and a bit swollen.

Originally, I ordered the hot pot on purpose to revenge Dazai Osamu for cheating me, but seeing him obediently opening his mouth and waiting to be fed was a bit unbearable.

"You really don't need to order another clear soup pot to eat by yourself?" I couldn't help asking.

"No, there's no need to cough, cough, cough," he forced a smile at me after pouring down a pile of water, "After all, Xiaoshang likes spicy food, and I, the main palace, can't embarrass you."

I am a little speechless, what is the connection between eating spicy food and losing face...

"Xiao Shang, I want more~"

Forget it, since he doesn't want to let him go,

Osamu Dazai didn't eat much. He ate a few crab sticks, a few meatballs, and a little vegetable to fill him up (although I felt that it might be too spicy to eat), and I basically took care of the rest.

After eating, Osamu Dazai couldn't hold it anymore, moved the chair next to me, and lay on my lap directly to support the dead body. Although I was a little disgusted, I didn't refuse because he was half dead now.

After we finished eating, Osamu Dazai walked out of the hot pot restaurant with almost nonchalant steps.

When I arrived in the car, he didn't sit in the passenger seat, but sat next to me. As soon as I sat firmly, he closed his eyes and fell into my arms precisely, like a dying animal that accidentally jumped to the shore and dried up. mackerel.

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I stretched out my hand to detect his breath, "Isn't he going to die?!"

There is still gas, and it seems to be alive.

Otherwise, if the leader of Hong Kong gangsters eats hot pot and dies, I'm afraid it will become the laughing stock of Yokohama the next day.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a headache and took out his mobile phone and started calling his subordinates, "Hey, it's me, arrange a doctor, the leader is suspected of being in a coma because he ate too much spicy food." He comforted me after hanging up the phone, "Don't worry, this guy died. It’s hard, just eat some spicy food and you won’t die.”

But before you took a bite, you were too spicy to eat...

I looked at him quietly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed lightly, pretending not to understand my eyes, started the car, and prepared to return to the headquarters of Hong Kong and Hei.

I sighed and looked at Osamu Dazai who was dying in his arms. His face was pale, his kite-colored eyes were tightly closed, and his delicate face showed a bit of fragility for no reason.

"Why?" I said, as if to myself.

He rolled over in my arms, reaching out and hugging my waist tightly.

... not dizzy?

I said coldly, "Wake up if you don't pass out!"

He hugged him even tighter.

Osamu Dazai hugged me tightly, pretending that he was a comatose patient, and only "woke up slowly" when he was about to get off the car at the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters.

"Get up, here we are." I pushed him.

Osamu Dazai was still in my arms, and asked in a weak tone: "Xiao Shang, have I gone to hell yet?"

"No." I said with a smirk, and then got out of the car first, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the car, and hugged him horizontally amidst the exclamation of the Hong Kong gang members around.

Osamu Dazai buried his face deeply in my arms, wrapped his arms around my neck consciously, like a weak princess.

Although Osamu Dazai was taller than me, he was surprisingly light. This person was as light as a flimsy feather.

I hugged him and walked through the hall of the Hong Kong Heicraft Headquarters majesticly, turning a blind eye to the surprised, gossiping, and even terrified eyes around me. I went into the elevator to the bedroom on the top floor and put him on the bed.

There, the doctor has been waiting for a long time.

After a simple examination, the doctor said that the other party was fine, but the stomach was irritated, and prescribed some medicine.

"I don't take medicine!" After the doctor left, Osamu Dazai looked at the medicine in my hand and began to cheat.

"A three-year-old kid? Are you afraid of taking medicine?" I poured him a glass of water and handed him the medicine, "Take it."

Osamu Dazai buried his body in the quilt, only showing one eye that was not bound by a bandage, looking at me pitifully.

I lifted the quilt mercilessly, stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and poured water on him.

"Gudong... cough cough cough!" He was forced to swallow a large glass of water, and then coughed violently.

"Xiao Shang is so rough!" He complained dissatisfied.

I turned a deaf ear to it, half of Dazai Osamu's half-dead appearance is my responsibility, as a good young man in the new century, I have to take responsibility.

"From today, I will watch you take your medicine," I said, "If you don't want to get hemorrhoids, don't be a monster."

Osamu Dazai gasped, "Hemorrhoids or something...Although I haven't had it before, it sounds like it hurts."

I nodded in satisfaction and prepared to leave, planning to ask Yin to help me arrange a room to move my things there.

"Xiao Shang." Osamu Dazai, who had already closed his eyes and was about to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and called me.

"What's the matter?" My hand that was about to open the door stopped.

"Come here, I have something to tell you." He said cheerfully.

I raised my eyebrows, not knowing what this guy was going to do again, so I walked to the bed and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"You lower your head, I will tell you quietly." He hooked his hands.

Although I didn't understand what he was trying to say, it was rare for me to bend down patiently to cooperate with him.

There was a soft touch on the lips.

The gap between the lips was pried open, and a soft, moist and hot object protruded in, sweeping through the small space inside one by one, and the lips and tongue became entangled.

"あなたが好きです."