On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Central Plains also fled.

"You scared him."

"No way, slugs are not very courageous." Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his head and lazily followed Qing Huai to the door of the public toilet of the izakaya, "Also, he is not very brainy."

"You will be beaten one day if you do this." Qing Huai opened the toilet door and jumped into the black hole with ease.

After enduring a strong sense of weightlessness, the two came to the Dimensional Hunting Ground.

Portmafia has already found a safe open space, 32 people, each holding an ordinary kitchen knife in their hands, and the most difficult to cut meat is placed in front of them.

In the introduction of "The Illustrated Book of Hunting Ground Creatures", Mou Mou looks like a cow, with extremely thick skin, which is harder than a warrior's armor. The distribution is dissected.

Mou Mou has a hard skin and strong defense, even a carnivorous beast cannot bite through the blood vessels under its natural armor, so it is difficult to be used as food.

However, the previous owner of the illustrated book seemed to have tried the taste of Namu Mou, and used a red pen to praise Mou Mou's taste in the comments. The original words were——

[Kobe beef is only allocated to Mumuti shoes. 】

To sum up, Mou Mou is an extremely suitable food material for teaching and training of cold weapons.

But today is different, Qinghuai is not as a trainee who is stuffed in, but as a teacher who understands the distribution of all biological muscles and bones to explain to them.

In fact, all living things have something in common during the evolution process. There are only a few types of bones in poultry, livestock, fish, etc. When Qinghuai first cut the meat, he understood the direction of all the flesh and blood. Clearly.

When he started to learn from a teacher at the age of six, he never imagined that one day he would be able to use this skill to train mafia.

These are all in exchange for his willingness to provide support to mafia and clear the slander for the izakaya.

"First of all, we need to learn how to hold a knife." Qing Huai made a demonstration, with his palm on the handle of the knife, his five fingers curled up, and his thumb on the side of the knife to control the strength and accuracy.

Osamu Dazai was sitting under a big tree not far away, holding a book that was curled up in his hand, looking up at the progress and status of the training from time to time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and stared at him for a while.

Osamu Dazai buried his eyes in the pages of the book without raising his head, "Chuya, are you really willing to admit that my appearance is outstanding? You must have been poking at me for a long time."

"..." Nakahara Chuya's originally calm mood was faintly on the verge of erupting again. He felt that he had just got Osamu Dazai ptsd, and he couldn't help but get angry when he heard the sound of this guy's beating.

"Are you still reading such vulgar readings?" He choked.

——This strange guy is the only one who can study suicide into a kind of knowledge!

"Vulgar?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Compared to the slick girly magazines you hide under the bed, Chuya, this can only be regarded as an elegant little hobby."

"Where would I have that kind of thing!" Zhong Yuan's eyes widened, "Even if I have it, why would I hide it under the bed!"

"Huh, so I didn't hide it under the bed." The man made a sudden realization expression.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes.

"Be careful that the eyeballs fly to the forehead and can't come down."

"That kind of thing doesn't happen!"

"Hahahaha, I'm so angry, it turns out that Chihuahuas are so easy to jump!"

The laughter was cut off by the suddenly falling trees, Osamu Dazai hid aside, his eyes glanced between the branches crushed by gravity.

"It's too violent and you will never find a partner for a lifetime! ——Although it's hard to find a 1.6-meter-small person..."

Another innocent tree has been destroyed.

Osamu Dazai patted the dead leaves on his shoulders, and stuffed the book into his pocket, "Chuya, you can't hit me no matter what, we know each other more deeply than the love between Romeo and Juliet..."

"Shut up." Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have heard some description that made his scalp tingle, "Stop saying such disgusting words."

"Slightly slightly." The man showed a pleasant smile, and ran to Qing Huai to complain rather naively.

"—Boss, he wants to smash me to death with his supernatural power!"

Qinghuai: "..." The memories reminded him of the little fat man in the orphanage who often complained, it was exactly the same virtue.

He turned his head back as if nothing had happened, and raised the kitchen knife, "Remember, when a Western-style knife is lowered, use the tip of the knife to insert it, and push it with your wrist, like this—"

With a light swipe, the sharp blade sliced ​​into the animal skin like a piece of ordinary paper.

The blood that was kept fresh in the basement freezer trickled out and fell into the dirt along the tip of the knife.

"It's called," Qing Huai pulled out the blade and stuck it on the cutting board, "bloodletting."

He turned his head and glanced at Osamu Dazai who was stunned aside, "Are you right? Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai: "..." This guy looked gentle and jade-like, but he didn't expect that he was quite good at threatening people.

The training time is strictly stuck until three o'clock in the afternoon. At the beginning, Qing Huai was a little nervous under the watchful eyes of a group of expressionless mafia, but later on, he was able to brandish a kitchen knife and reprimand him like an apprentice helping the cook——

"Only by understanding the bones and tendons of animals can you know where to cut the knife the most. No matter what kind of cold weapon, the emphasis is on being quick, precise and ruthless. You can't even chop ribs well and still want to kill people?" The youth flashed across his eyes. With a mean light, he sarcastically said, "You must have a brain if you want to be whimsical."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Has he always been like this?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help asking, "It's exactly the same as the one written in the information."

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai pondered, "I haven't seen the boss so serious before, he's really strict about cooking." ——The only time I've ever seen Qinghuai mocking him was when he was eating the moon. When I saw Shan's cooking.

A group of mafia who were doing evil outside were standing in the same spot, with their hands behind their backs, and they were scolded like obedient elementary school students.

After the training, everyone put the divided prey into the freezer in the basement.

In the end, the bar was not repaired in time, and Zhong Yuan was also responsible for it. All the subordinates were invited to eat at the izakaya to make up for the loss.

"Ha, boss, let's add a zero to the end of the menu price." Dazai Osamu sneakily whispered in Qing Huai's ear, "That guy is very rich, you can kill him hard!"

"I heard everything!" The young man in the hat who was less than one meter away gritted his teeth, "Ta Zai Zhi!"

Qing Huai dragged the bandage man beside him who was watching the excitement into the kitchen to help him, lest Zhong Yuanzhong would be angry again and directly bulldozed the izakaya.

Today, I can use Mou Mou to make a dish of braised beef.

Qinghuai chose the best rib meat, the meat here is soft and tender, cut the meat into cubes of appropriate size, and then prepared spices such as potatoes, carrots and star anise cinnamon.

Osamu Dazai had never seen such a practice before, he took a piece of star anise and took a bite with his teeth, then spit it out, frowning.

"Is this thing really edible?"

Qing Huai looked at him amusedly, "No idiot has ever eaten like this, and I don't know."

"..."

Qinghuai still uses the red porpoise bone soup made the day before to blanch the meat, put rock sugar in the pan and fry the sugar until the surface of the meat is golden and the edges are slightly reddish brown, then add the spices Remove the fishy color from soy sauce cooking wine, etc., cover the pot and simmer for 3 minutes.

After the color turns into an attractive burnt red, put the vegetables and scallions and stir fry evenly, put them in a casserole, add broth and simmer.

This is the more authentic braised beef practice.

During the stewing process, Qinghuai started to make squirrel mandarin fish and bone broth meatballs, and Nakahara almost ordered all the signature dishes in the izakaya, especially after hearing that Osamu Dazai was in charge of bartending, he became more and more frantic , I ordered the most troublesome types of alcohol.

"Your favorite Petrus in 89." Osamu Dazai violently poured the reddish-brown liquor into a glass and placed it in front of Nakahara Chuya, a splash of water almost touched the tip of the other's nose.

"Tch." Nakahara Nakaya's blue eyes stared at the red wine glass without any intention of moving.

"Hey, I forgot, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol." The black-haired man blinked.

—Damn skinny monkey!

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the wine glass and drank it down, the bottom of the glass hit the bar counter, "Get out!"

"Are you angry from embarrassment haha?"

Just after five twenty, Saiki Kusuo appeared at the door of the izakaya on time, holding the coffee pudding he just bought in his hand, and pushed the door in——

what is this?

More than 30 men in suits with scars on their bodies turned their heads at the same time and stared at this ordinary high school part-time boy.

"..." Saiki Kusuo remained expressionless, "Ah, everyone, good evening."

"Saiki-san!" Osamu Dazai waved familiarly from behind the bar, "Here, here!"

Saiki Kusuo put the satchel under the cash register and walked over, "Mr. Dazai, good evening."

"Good evening!——I knew it!" The man's eyes turned around between the pink-haired boy and Nakahara Nakaya, his eyes were burning, as if he had discovered a new world, "Nakaya puts on a hat and is as tall as Saiki-san!"

The glass shattered.

"Tai Zai Zhi! You trash bandage accessory!"

The sharp shards of glass hit the man's Adam's apple, Osamu Dazai raised his head slightly, with the tall wine rack behind him, and the liquid in the wine bottle made a slight shaking sound under the impact just now.

Qinghuai came out with a plate, and saw her 10 yuan bottle of red wine making a dangerous circle around the edge of the shelf.

Ten thousand yen!

Qinghuai's mind is full of wine racks that add up to a suite.

——Even though most high-end wines are rewarded by the system, if a bottle is broken, Qinghuai will feel distressed for a while.

"Hey, you guys." The corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and his tone was colder than that in December, "If you hit me again, get the hell out of here."

——He had to put the words "No fighting offenders go away" on the front of the izakaya.

"Oops." Osamu Dazai smiled and pushed Chuya Nakahara's wrist away, "The boss is angry."

Zhong Yuanzhong gritted his teeth and threatened, "Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

"Compared to this, it is faster to dream."

After the dangerous goods left his neck, Osamu Dazai stood up and patted the dust off his coat, his kite eyes smiling.

Qing Huai froze for a moment, realizing that it was the first time he had seen such vivid emotions on a man's face.

Even tit for tat is more relaxed than ever before.

——It must be someone who is very close.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what expression to make.

"Boss, I'll serve it."

The scent of lemon on the tip of the nose changed from strong to weak, and Qing Huai's hands were empty, and after recovering, he saw Dazai Osamu's back.

"Shit Osamu Dazai! What did you put in your rice!"

"A drop of salt."

"Wine... so spicy! Mackerel!"

"Hey, did I use chili oil as syrup when I mixed drinks..."

"..."

Qing Huai, who had witnessed everything, turned around silently.

——If you are envious or something, just take it as the reason why your brain was flooded just now.

I don't know when, maybe it was the time Nakahara Chuya invited his subordinates to dinner, the izakaya seems to have become a mafia staff canteen.

Half of the daily meal reservations come from within mafia.

There was even a time when a highly educated mafia member wrote a script to grab reservations for the employees of the whole company, and the middleman earned 20% of the price difference.

Later, after the incident was exposed, he was well trained by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and after he recovered, he was thrown into a network company under Mafia as a programmer.

When Qinghuai saw this person, the other person had changed from a cool guy with two guns on the street to a hard-working social animal with a sparse head.

But that's all for later.

Ever since mafia blatantly settled in the izakaya, Qinghuai has posted shop rules in front of the house——

Fighting (including but not limited to gang fights, weapon fights, and use of abilities) is prohibited! ! !

Followed by three huge bright red exclamation points.

Qinghuai specifically reminded Osamu Dazai——

"Stop talking nonsense."

As long as men keep their mouths shut, at least 50.00% of unnecessary fights will be reduced.

"Boss, you are so ruthless." Osamu Dazai leaned his arm lazily on Qinghuai's shoulder, as if he had no bones, "Ah, today is Valentine's Day!"

Qing Huai paused, and suddenly realized that today is February 2th, and before he knew it, he had been in another world for more than two months.

From the first day I arrived, I was in a busy state, so it was hard to notice how time passed so quickly.

"Valentine's Day?" The young man realized later, "Should the izakaya hold Valentine's Day activities? For example, [-]% off for couples..."

"Boss." Osamu Dazai interrupted him, looking at each other seriously, "I mean, today is Valentine's Day!"

The straight man was puzzled, "Yes, Valentine's Day, there should be many guests today, there are activities everywhere, shouldn't izakaya also..."

Qing Huai's voice stopped abruptly, his chin was grabbed by the man, and his unbeaten fingers rubbed a few times on his face, leaving some red marks on his cold white skin.

"I said—" There was a hint of helplessness in the kite-colored eyes, "Do you want to go out and play on vacation?"

"Holiday? Didn't you only rest for half a month because of the food safety inspection?" Qing Huai clapped Dazai's hand away in confusion, "And why should I go out with you on Valentine's Day?"

Osamu Dazai widened his eyes innocently, "Could it be that the boss is dating behind my back?"

"No, but..."

"That's right, I'm not in a relationship either." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "So as two single dogs, we should work together to create our own world amidst the sour smell of love!"

Qinghuai was full of doubts:?

It seems to make sense, but it doesn't make sense at all.

"And the Yokohama Commercial Center holds a free social event every Valentine's Day. Anyway, the boss doesn't have a lover, so let's go and have a look together. Maybe you will meet a girl or boy you like."

"Don't go."

"Aren't you going to go?"

"……Do not."

……

I don't know how I was persuaded, anyway, I followed Dazai Osamu to the commercial street as soon as I recovered.

"But what about business?" Qing Huai frowned.

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai showed him the phone screen, "Of course I've taken care of it."

[Street corner izakaya: closed today, going on a date with the boss hee hee hee hee >w

Qinghuai: ...

The "blessing" and "999" in the comments...

The young man said seriously: "If one day I can't find a girlfriend because of this, you'd better give me an explanation."

"It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"..."

"Ah, I mean, I will be responsible for explaining, boss, where are you thinking?"

"Shut up!" Qing Huai resignedly grabbed her hair.

On the second floor of the commercial street, there is indeed a free social event. Each person can sign up for only 1000 yen, and go to the designated event restaurant for a date and dinner.

Osamu Dazai took two banknotes with great interest, quickly wrote his and Qinghuai's names on them, and stuck them on his chest with a special sticker for the event.

"Why am I a cat and you a lion?" Qing Huai looked at the pink cartoon puppet cat on her chest, her eyebrows twitched, this must be the kind posted by a girl!

"Ah, there's a dessert shop over there!" Osamu Dazai changed the subject naturally, "The signature is strawberry yogurt soufflé, let's try it!"

——By the way, I seem to be being led away by this guy without knowing it.

Qinghuai scooped a spoonful of soufflé. The soft cake was covered with cold strawberry yogurt and condensed milk. It seemed that mint and vanilla were added. It melted refreshingly in the mouth. It was a flavor that girls like very much.

"Hi, may I ask if you are participating in the Freedom Association?"

Qinghuai looked up, and the two girls pointed to the pink cat head on the clothes, which seemed to be from Freedom.

Osamu Dazai nodded first, "Yes, pretty ladies."

The man's very seductive appearance made the two girls blush instantly, "Can we sit here?"

"of course can."

In order to make the girls feel comfortable, Osamu Dazai and Qinghuai sat in a row, facing them.

"Ah." The cute girl with short hair on the left pointed to the sticker on Qinghuai's chest, "Don't you guys..."

"No." Qinghuai quickly realized that the other party had misunderstood something, "It's just that I accidentally took the wrong one... Don't you think so? Dazai-kun?"

He turned his head and glanced at the man next to him with cool black eyes.

"Hahahaha." Osamu Dazai pretended not to understand.

"So that's how it is." The girl said shyly, "We are freshmen at Yokohama Women's University..."

Qinghuai is actually not good at interacting with girls. In his living environment, he meets almost all men. After graduating from high school, he has been working as the chef of the master's Sichuan restaurant, and basically has no time to spend alone with women.

If it wasn't for the girl opposite who was good at invigorating the atmosphere, Qing Huai suspected that he would not be able to find a topic to chat with.

"Ah, is Mr. Qinghuai a chef?" The short-haired girl seemed very interested in him, "Boys who are good at cooking are especially attractive!"

The young man bent his peach blossom eyes, "Ah, thank you."

His appearance is slightly less aggressive than that of Osamu Dazai. If those eyes smile, the colder temperament on his body will be weakened.

It's the wind of stinging insects, with the smell of snow that is still winter, but it doesn't make people feel lonely and cold.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, this guy actually showed such a gentle expression to a girl.

In the next second, the smile on Qinghuai's face froze, and something hot was stuck to her calf.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes froze instantly, and signaled with his eyes, what the hell are you doing?

The man raised his calf and rubbed against Qinghuai, his eyes narrowed, what's wrong with me like this?

——Anyway, the young man with that expression just made him uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai paused, the boss is younger than him, if he falls in love before him, then he will lose face of being a heartthrob in Yokohama!

- Absolutely can't let him wish!

"Sorry, ladies." Osamu Dazai stared at Qing Huai with bright eyes, "My boyfriend and I have something to say."

Qinghuai's eyes widened:? ? ? ? ?

Two female college students:! ! ! ! !

Osamu Dazai grabbed the young man's shoulder and smiled slightly, "Sorry for wasting your time."

The short-haired girl glanced at the pink cat head on Qing Huai's chest again, and said ah, as if she finally understood something, she pulled her best friend to leave quickly.

Qing Huai was as cold as ice, and slapped Dazai Osamu's arm away.

——He should have expected, this guy will definitely make fun of himself...

At this moment, a young man suddenly walked over to the table, he seemed to know them both, his purple eyes shone slightly under the silver hair.

"kelp."

He spread out his palm, revealing a pink insect egg.