Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori, who was healed by the newly met angel, remembered that she hadn't eaten much. She rubbed her stomach and silently opened the door of the coffee shop on the first floor.

"Manager, is there any curry in the store? I'm a little hungry...have another cup of Blue Mountain."

She felt embarrassed to order dinner in the coffee shop, and she added a cup of expensive coffee with a discussion tone.Or if there is no curry, even a sandwich for the staff meal is good.

Unexpectedly, the store manager didn't seem to mind at all.

"Curry is enough? Miss, do you have any favorite food? I will prepare it next time."

What kind of fairy store manager is this!

"For staple food, curry is enough, but for dessert, I like soufflé and French floating island... Will it be too much trouble?"

Shiori's eyes lit up in an instant, and she couldn't help but cautiously put forward her opinions because she was particularly fond of the erratic and soft taste of desserts.

This kind of soft taste also means that the shelf life is short, and it must be freshly made to taste the best, so many coffee shops and even specific dessert shops will not add these two types on the menu, and the floating island often Sold as a dessert in fine dining restaurants.

She has always relied on the desserts that are spoiled by her family to help her, and when she is in a bad mood, she will give her a consolation prize like a coquettish meal.

"Of course not. This can be regarded as an advance investment to retain regular customers. Everyone in the detective agency will leave one or two limited copies."

The store manager smiled at her, he looked as reliable as Mi Jiang.

Moreover, although the shelf life is short, the raw materials for making these two desserts are very simple, which is much better than taiyaki, octopus balls, etc. that require specific molds.

By the way, sweet curry is also a reserved menu for members of the detective agency, but Mr. Edogawa has not returned from his business trip.

The store manager, who looks like a general, gracefully rolled up his sleeves and took out the coffee beans.The movements are smooth and flowing, and it looks pleasing to the eye.

It's really a humane shop, and Shiori suddenly felt super satisfied.

"Curry is also good."

The young lady in a maid outfit pushed Curry in front of her.

The curry just out of the pan is still steaming, the surface is sprinkled with crushed basil, the potatoes and carrots are boiled soft, the taste is sweet, it seems that diced apples are added, the flavor of spices and the subtle fruity aroma blend with each other , very layered.

"Huh? So Miss Shiori likes Western-style desserts—"

Osamu Dazai, who came back from the door, heard a lot, followed by another set of traditional performing arts.

"It is said that girls who like a soft taste have a soft and kind personality. Could you please..."

"There is no need to continue talking about dying for love. I am not kind at all."

Holding the spoon, she cut off Osamu Dazai's words.

"I see. I haven't seen Miss Shiori this morning, so I'm still a little worried."

The young man changed the subject politely and chuckled lightly.

I have to say, just looking at the surface, a man like Osamu Dazai is attractive enough.

He has a somewhat mysterious to slightly decadent temperament, and the casualness in his raised eyes is as real as the only gleam in the iris-colored abyss.

"I tried cooking yesterday, but because I'm not very proficient, I stayed up for a while, and I got up late today."

She lowered her eyes, knowing that it would not be worthwhile to spend too much time on this issue, Shiori, who wanted to enjoy the food, tried to send him away quickly.

"Mr. Dazai, if you don't go up earlier, I guess the presents should have been distributed by others."

"Gift? Ah, there are newcomers in the office this weekend and Dr. Yosano is in charge. If it's for food, then I'm destined to lose my share."

He looked a little pitiful, clasped his hands together, and stared straight at Shiori with innocent eyes.

"It is said that Kenji has a big appetite..."

"Mr. Dazai, don't act too much. The woman who is staring at you outside is about to shoot me with her eyes."

Shiori calmly put down the cup in her hand and reminded him softly.

"You found out? Sorry."

He also whispered back, getting closer.Still keeping a safe distance of half a meter between friends, but leaning slightly, blocking the view outside the door.

The refreshing smell came together with the breeze and coolness, making Shiori wonder if he jumped into the sea and just got up, but the clothes are dry, so he shouldn't have done that.

I was stunned for a while, and didn't back away in time.

From the perspective of borrowing a seat, it looks more like the two are whispering intimately and whispering.

"Because Mr. Dazai and I haven't gotten close to this level at all, and you look like you're making love debts everywhere. Also, the woman hiding outside the door doesn't look very smart..."

Although she knew that getting involved with Dazai Osamu was never a good thing, but she really didn't expect that something could happen without getting involved.

She silently labeled this person "the root of all evil" in her heart.

"I've explained it clearly to her, it's not my fault anyway, it should be."

Listening to this scumbag's speech, Shiori rolled her eyes a little in her heart.

The woman he met from the standing drink bar was an obsession that he didn't expect. He just took the opportunity to test the mysterious downstairs neighbor a little bit. Dazai, who had some understanding of Shiori's temperament, was fearlessly dancing in the minefield.

"To be honest, I'm a little troubled. I still want to drink in the bar..."

"Although you say that, it does sound a little pitiful."

Shiori finished a spoonful of curry in a leisurely manner and raised her glass.

"But I always think that when a matter develops to a certain stage that is not good, there is only a very small possibility that it is a unilateral behavior of one person. According to my humble opinion, if Mr. Dazai didn't get bored or used to talk in advance. , this will not happen again.”

"The—gift?"

"It's just a routine visit to accompany housewarming. I have already told Mr. Kenji that first-come, first-served is served. Mr. Dazai can only blame himself if he can't eat it. Besides, my craftsmanship is not very good."

"Sure enough, I still go upstairs to grab a look."

Dazai waved his hand at Shiori, noticing that the gaze behind him had disappeared, he also naturally took out the mints that would come with the door of the bar, tossed them in the palm of his hand, and went upstairs.

"Thank you today, do you think I owe you a favor?"

No, next time we meet you pretending not to know me is the best return gift.

# # #

Osamu Dazai, who went upstairs, was not surprised to see several people on duty sitting around a small table, holding a cup of matcha tea in their hands, and there were barely three pieces of wagashi and confectionery on the table that were exquisite in appearance and could even be sold directly in the store. A box that doesn't appear to have been opened.

Sure enough, there is no need to believe Qian Ci with poor craftsmanship.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's super delicious! Both the ratio and the taste of the final product are very good. It will be even better if it is paired with wine at this time."

The exclusive doctor of the detective agency is an out-and-out lover of Japanese dim sum. She is not short of money and has eaten all the Japanese dim sum in the surrounding area. Now there is a piece of yokan stuck in the toothpick in her hand, and she gives a thumbs up.

Just eating snacks, I have a premonition that we will meet each other later.

"The sister downstairs is called Shizhi. She is also a doctor who has the ability to open an independent private clinic. She is amazing. She must be very compatible with me. I will find a chance tomorrow and have a good chat with her."

From what Dr. Xie Ye said about getting along with another doctor, it was scary to some extent. The clerk who was eating dessert silently shut up and didn't dare to answer.

Although there is a high probability that it is impossible, it is better not to set this kind of weird flag casually.

"But Dazai, didn't you go to investigate the case with Kunikida?"

"It's a fairly simple and boring oolong incident, but it involves the military and police, so it's more troublesome to go through the procedure." Dazai also silently stepped forward and poured himself a cup of tea, joining the afternoon tea army, "I slipped away by myself in the middle I went to the bar, but according to Kunikida-kun's efficiency, I should be able to come back soon."

While talking, he scooped up the remaining wagashi into his own plate, completely ignoring his poor partner who was randomly thrown on the scene by him.

"Speaking of which, what's in that unopened box over there?"

"It seems that Ms. Shiori specially left it for the president."

Xianzhi ate a lot of sweets in one go, and he ate a few more servings of beef rice, he was seven to eighty percent full, and now he was a little drowsy.

"When I opened the box, I found a note for the president."

"Wow, it looks like the two boxes are about the same size..."

So, is the weight of a group of people in a detective agency the same as that of a president?

"There are many kinds of things in it, but they all look delicious."

Xian Zhi replied subconsciously, then yawned contentedly and fell asleep lying on the table.

Yu Xieye opened the lid of the box with some curiosity, wanting to see what the so-called variety was all about.

Then I found that Xianzhi's statement was not exaggerated at all, on the contrary, the language of the country children was too simple.

On the side, there seems to be a small handwritten card with a calligraphy brush "To Mr. Fukuzawa" that seems to be scratched from the gap and placed a little randomly. The signature is Inoue, and there is a cute cat paw print next to the name.The handwriting is crisp and straight willow style, even though it is written casually, you can still see some strength.

"This handwriting is really thoughtful, but when did Miss Inoue meet the president, and you know that he likes calligraphy?"

Under the card is a layer of baking paper, as well as neatly stacked cookies of different shapes, wagashi with no overlap in design and color, yokan with gradient colors like a starry sky, and even matching matcha.

Although due to the space occupied by the matcha bag and the arrangement, in terms of weight alone, this box only contains another less than one-third of the amount.

but.

"Suddenly regretted opening this box."

On this discriminatory treatment...

The yokan that I just evaluated as delicious in my hand is suddenly not fragrant.

"Fortunately, Mr. Ranpo has been on a business trip recently."

Dazai on the side looked at the box thoughtfully...

Even though that is the case, those who are subordinates will naturally not take what is given to the president.

"Miss Haruno, please."

then.

After playing in the office for two hours, Shiori, who only received two or three trauma bandages, then packed her things and went to the park to feed the cat, achieved her goal by accident without knowing it.

# # #

after

President's Office.

Seeing that the president seemed to be explaining the situation to the military police, Haruno Kirako put the box on the desk, put the card on the box, and signaled to the president.

It is clearly written on the card, the president must also...

But this gift is still——

Well, the woman's gossiping intuition instantly dissipated, and Haruno didn't dare to think too much. As a qualified secretary, she suppressed her expression and withdrew.

When Fuze hung up the phone and scanned the card, he was a little surprised.

[Is it a thank you gift from a neighbor?How did it get here? 】

Open the box, and there is a Q-version tabby cat painted on the matcha bag, with a bow tie specially painted on the tail, and ink-colored plum blossom paw prints printed behind the beautiful handwritten surname.

Fuze instantly remembered the figure straddling the treetops holding the cat and waving, like a baby swallow leaping lightly.

The ponytail swaying in the setting sun is like a dancing flame elf, and the warm brown eyes also reflect the clear gold like honey under the light.

The girl was very light, and she was soft when hugged, and the warm hair tip seemed to brush his cheek unintentionally when he straightened up.

It's minty.

……

He picked out a wagashi shaped like a cat's paw.

Well…

Miss Shiori from the neighbor's house.

It looks introverted but has excellent mobility.

And she is a girl who is unexpectedly careful, hands-on, and good at cooking.

He glanced at Junxiu's card again.

Well...and cats.