On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

"Since you like it, I will give it to you, boss, thank you for allowing us to eat such delicious food!" The boy said generously, "Huizi, let's go to the movies later, I remember you have always wanted to see a new movie. Is it a romance movie..."

After seeing off the two guests, the izakaya fell into silence again.

Qinghuai was speechless for a moment, as if it was just an illusion just now, and what he was holding in his hand now was just a fresh rose that was too fragrant.

The young man moved the tip of his nose and pursed his lips.

"Did you find anything unusual?"

Qinghuai shook his head, the system in his brain disappeared again, and he was in the state of automatic reply all the time, unable to ask any news.

If he saw this rose change from withered to fresh in an instant by himself, he could still use dizziness as an excuse, but this time he and Osamu Dazai saw it together, and this terrifying realization made Qinghuai feel back A burst of hair.

"Since you can't tell it by looking at it," Osamu Dazai took out a crumpled advertisement letter from his pocket, which was dropped by the customer just now, "then let's go to the legendary Tsukimiyama restaurant for a field trip." ~Hey, let me see, the ad says [-]% off Christmas Eve dining for couples, and a free chef hand-made salmon love roll!"

Osamu Dazai flattened the special menu on the back of the advertising paper, and his tone was tangled, "Hey couple set A has high-grade mentaiko that I haven't eaten for a long time, but set B has my favorite crab oyakodon, so it would be a pity to choose no matter what... ..."

"No, that's not the problem now." Qinghuai pressed the advertisement paper, blocked Osamu Dazai's gaze, and hit the nail on the head, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Osamu Dazai's mind went blank for a second, "...No."

"Ah."

"Maybe it's possible—" the man blinked, his kite eyes sparkling.

"...Impossible!" Qinghuai seemed to have sensed the other party's intentions, and strongly objected.

"Boss, that's a senior mentaiko!"

——So you have decided that you want to eat set A?

"Besides," Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "We were just investigating the matter of Rose, so we can just blend in with the crowd by pretending to be a couple, so that people won't be suspicious!"

——No, two same-sex couples with a height of 1.8 meters are more likely to attract the attention of others when they go to dinner!

"Since the ultimate goal of the guardian is to eliminate the villains and save the world, of course this opportunity to go deep into the enemy's camp cannot be missed!" Osamu Dazai was filled with righteous indignation, "Maybe the boss and your organization will reward you."

"It's not an organization, it's the Alliance of Guardians." Qing Huai corrected. I don't know why this man's words always make him feel a little awkward. Wasn't this guy really a gangster?

The young man sighed, and agreed to the method of pretending to be a couple with Osamu Dazai—the second rule of the boss, to properly meet the reasonable requirements of the employees, so as to improve the enthusiasm of the employees and promote a virtuous circle of business...

Before Qing Huai realized it, he had already defined this rude request as a reasonable wish of the employees.

It's almost eight o'clock now, and it is estimated that there will be no customers coming. After all, the izakaya is really remote, and there are few residential areas around.

Qinghuai just typed the last word of the business log on the computer, clicked submit, and the rose petals loaded on the screen went around several times, but the submission was not successful.

Just when the young man was slightly impatient, a reminder card popped up on the screen——

[Hello, your network has been interrupted, please check whether the network is connected properly in time. 】

Osamu Dazai leaned over, held the mouse and clicked on the network icon.

"It may be a temporary network interruption... But this network company has been experiencing many failures. Boss, why don't you change to another network while you are still in the trial period and haven't signed a contract."

"Change one?" Qinghuai reconnected and finally sent the log, "I will pay attention to it, the network of the izakaya is indeed not very good."

"But before that," Osamu Dazai raised his index finger, very confidently, "Christmas Eve is one week away, so let's go and buy a couple outfit for the show!"

"Couple...pretending?" Qing Huai's eyes widened, "Aren't you a steel straight man whose principle is not to share a bed with a man? Why do you have such a dangerous idea?"

"I do uphold this principle," Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and smiled, "But my coat broke when I was saving you, boss. I must find a reasonable way to knock you off."

"..." It was indeed my fault, and I couldn't refute it.

"What did Mr. Dazai do? I haven't seen him in the detective agency for several days." The boy with white hair and bangs rested his face on one hand, looked sleepily at the thick scroll in his hand, and yawned, "Recently There are so many cases, I haven't had a good night's sleep in three days..."

While writing something in his notebook, Kunikida Doppo replied, "I heard that he is going to carry out a secret mission assigned by the president." He paused, "The dangerous mission of the 3S target may take a long time."

"3S?" Atsushi Nakajima rubbed the white hair on his forehead, as if he heard something incredible, "Wow, I've never seen such an incident!"

He couldn't help feeling a little worried, "That level should be very dangerous, is it okay for Mr. Dazai to go alone?"

"Since it's the president's decision, then of course he has his reasons." Kunikida put down his notebook, and couldn't hide a trace of discomfort in his eyes, "However, Dazai, can he do it alone?"

"Everyone!" The door of the detective agency was suddenly pushed open, and a man wearing a hat and cloak pushed in, "I have good news!"

"Mr. Ranpo, you are finally back!" Atsushi Nakajima saw the straw, and threw himself in front of Ranpo Edogawa, holding the file in his hand, "I watched it for two hours, but I couldn't see anything suspicious about it— —”

"No, don't talk about that yet!" Edogawa ran around the detective agency for a week, "Hey, are there only two of you?"

Kunikida Doppo said: "Miss Akiko is taking Kyoka on an assignment, Naomi has a severe fever, Junichiro is taking care of his sister at home, and the others don't know where to go."

"So now all the affairs of the detective agency are undertaken by the two of us, and I haven't slept all night..." Nakajima added wearily.

"Just two people, the coupon expires today—" Edogawa Ranpo took out a coupon from his pocket, so happy that the stars shone behind him, "Christmas dessert event at the western restaurant on the third floor of the shopping mall! 5000 minus 1000! Let's go together!"

"But there is still so much work." Kunikida Doppo looked at his schedule, "According to the current work schedule, these scrolls have to be processed from 09:30 am to 05 pm, and then I will Shi Shi went downstairs to buy a cup of coffee, and started recording work logs at 30:[-]..."

"No, I don't need it anymore." The man dressed as a detective walked to his desk and took the scroll in Atsushi Nakajima's hand, "I'll help. We'll finish it before noon, and then we'll go to the restaurant for dinner!"

In the middle of speaking, Edogawa Ranpo had already processed a scroll, and drew a circle on the photo with a red pen, "The murderer is him, and the murder weapon is a special revolver/gun. There are estimated to be bullet fragments left at the scene—— Please record it."

"...Mmm, good!" The white-haired boy quickly realized that the other party was talking about himself while writing.

"How about this pink one, which has a girlish dreaminess."

Qinghuai pulled the mask over the bridge of her nose. To avoid embarrassment, she looked at the man in front of her speechlessly holding up two tender pink fleece sweaters, with a fluffy cat's head printed on the middle of the sweaters.

Osamu Dazai: "There is Wangcai in the middle, we are a family of three—hmm."

——This guy is too deep into the drama!

The young man couldn't bear it anymore and covered the other party's unscrupulous mouth with his hand, and under the increasingly ambiguous gaze of the salesperson, he grabbed the sweater and hung it back to its original place——

"Can I choose a low-key one?" Qing Huai gritted her teeth, and because the other party was indeed her savior, she casually pulled over two black sweaters, "Two are fine." At least it won't be obvious at a glance It's a couple outfit, there should be ordinary friends who will wear the same clothes to go out and play...

The saleswoman took the sweater and looked for the size for the two, muttering to herself: What a shy young man.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, temporarily letting go of teasing the young man, and reminded, "Miss, please bring me a size up."

"Why are you one size bigger than me?" Qing Huai felt that she had been challenged in terms of a man's dignity.

"Of course it's because I'm taller than you."

"One centimeter taller and one size bigger?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "One centimeter tall is also tall."

"What's more," he took the clothes handed over by the saleswoman and walked towards the fitting room, "My muscles are fuller than you, a weak chicken."

Little weak chicken Qinghuai: ...

——You can only find a sense of superiority in me, a person who does not exercise all the year round!

Osamu Dazai seldom wears this kind of youthful casual clothes, and he is not used to it for a while.After he came out, Qing Huai was slightly surprised. She didn't expect the figure of the other party to be hidden under the long trench coat to be so well proportioned. Her legs fit perfectly under the jeans, slender and strong but not weak, like the kind of male model who can walk on the catwalk at any time ...

"Are you stunned by me, boss?" Dazai Osamu smiled, without the blessing of a shirt, he looked like a male student who was still in college.

Qinghuai turned her face away, ready to try on clothes, "You're too narcissistic, Dazai-kun."

"Don't be so stubborn, Mr. Qinghuai."

……

"I should still be dreaming now...it must be because I'm too sleepy looking at the scroll, I'm still in the detective agency." Nakajima Atsushi's eyes straightened, and he pinched himself hard.

it hurts.

"..."

"It must be controlled by some kind of spiritual power user, so it will show the most terrifying picture to scare us..."

"..."

"No, I presume it's true." Edogawa Ranbu glanced at the two people beside him, one was full of nonsense and the other was silent.

He lowered his head and scooped a scoop of ice cream soufflé into his mouth, and something cool, sweet and greasy bloomed in his mouth—how could such a wonderful thing be fake?

"But, but but..."

Atsushi Nakajima was so shocked that he doubted his life, and he couldn't even speak. He pointed to the familiar figure not far away, "So this is the reason why Mr. Dazai has never had a girlfriend!"

Outside the western restaurant, two men in couples' black sweaters were getting together and didn't know what to say. The slightly taller black-haired man was holding a shopping bag in his hand, with a smile on his lips, and seemed very happy.

The other young man was wearing a black mask, his ears were red, as if he had been bullied——

"This is it," Kunikida Doppo gradually clenched the notebook in his hand, with a stormy expression on his face, "This is the so-called 3S-level task? —- Falling in love with a man?!"