On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

As soon as Qinghuai returned to the izakaya, he closed the door and prepared to sleep in the dark. After shopping yesterday, he was tossed by Dazai all night. Realize the benefits of "next time".

The wooden door slammed shut, almost flattening the beautiful bridge of Dazai Osamu's proud nose.

Being rejected by your boyfriend is still kind of heartbreaking.

Thinking so, Dazai took out the small wire in his pocket.

——Joke, he is the king of unlocking in Yokohama, can this small wooden door stop him from hanging out with his boyfriend?

Qinghuai felt that her bed was sinking, and her whole body was embraced into a warm embrace.

He dreamed of the honey lemonade his wife made for him, it was sweet, and the whole dream was full of sweet breath.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on top of Qinghuai's head, wrapped the young man in front of him, who was slightly slender than himself, into his arms like a little girl hugging a doll, and sniffed the smell of his shampoo with the tip of his nose.

It's his own taste, the man put his hand on the other's waist in satisfaction, he has long been sneaking (light) sneaking (clearly) groping (positively) all the shower gel and shampoo in Qing Huai's bathroom I changed it to my usual brand, with the purpose of dyeing the youth's whole body with my own smell.

The single bed in the master bedroom is only 1.2m wide, which is a bit crowded for two 1.8m big men, but it is just enough for Osamu Dazai to hug Qinghuai tightly and lie together in an intimate and comfortable posture .

This caused Qinghuai to dream that he was wrapped around his neck by a lemon-flavored octopus jellybean, which was sticky and hot, and made him wake up as if he had just been fished out of the water. It became a melted panna cotta.

When he was half awake, he realized in a trance that Osamu Dazai was beside him, pushed his hand away from his neck, put it on his waist, and then leaned on the other's chest and fell asleep.

The two of them didn't wake up until it was three poles in the sun.

The curtains were not drawn, and the morning sun shone brightly on Qinghuai's face, waking him up.

He was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes, his arms curled up in front of his chest, and he pressed against the once hot wall.After Qinghuai reacted for a while, she realized who the giant pillow appeared in front of her, and also knew where the octopus that appeared in her dream last night came from.

"Are you awake?" A lazy voice sounded beside Qing Huai's ear, as if he had been staring at him for a long time.

"Um……"

Qinghuai wanted to get up from the bed, but was pressed down by the arms around her waist.

He looked into those iris-colored pupils, and saw a sweetness softer than fudge.The man chirped at the corner of his mouth, nose to nose.

"Boss, you are so cute!" Dazai Osamu kissed the young man's blushing face, "It's so cute that I kind of think—"

Qinghuai seemed to have noticed some wonderful changes, and instantly woke up completely, and collapsed from the bed like a spring——

"No, no!" Qing Huai stopped the man, "You don't want to!"

"But it's not something to be ashamed of having desires for a boyfriend." Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows viciously, "Obviously Qinghuai-kun is also very annoying at that time, and he will be so excited that his whole body turns red—"

Qing Huai covered his mouth with the quilt, couldn't bear it anymore, "Enough!"

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud under the quilt, even his eyes narrowed into crescents.

——It's hard to believe that Osamu Dazai, who is exuding charm all over his body at this moment, is actually a guy who can cry out for anger and eat up dog food in front of the other party.

In the past two days, due to the absence of the boss, the izakaya was closed, and the private message red mark 99 on tutu all left messages to Qinghuai in the background, asking when it would open.

After Qinghuai announced that it would be open today, less than half an hour later, the seat was fully booked.

After washing up, he went downstairs with Osamu Dazai, just as everyone in the high school came back from outside.

Gojo Satoru blew a whistle, and his eyes rolled around the two of them ambiguously.

The sophomores in the high school were collectively silent, as if they didn't see the strawberry on the boss's neck.

Only Youren, who didn't know why, was full of doubts:?

"Tsk, I thought this was the student cafeteria of the Tokyo Conjuration College." Osamu Dazai sneered.

"If the cafeteria was like this, I would eat it every day!" The pink-haired boy didn't realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

"If Dafan aunts are like you, I might get stomach problems." Gojo Satoru said to Dazai with a smile.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What about me?"

Gojo Satoru: "Let's think about it... probably describe it as a puppy who urinates and protects food all day long."

"Who are you calling a dog, badminton head?"

"Mummy dog!" Gojo Satoru cheered, "Boss, I have the business card of the hospital, and you can get a [-]% discount for rabies vaccination if you report my name~"

Qing Huai buttoned the top button of his shirt expressionlessly, covering the hickey on his neck.

"Mentaizi." Gou Juanji murmured, his purple eyes looked at Pang Da.

Pang Da shrugged and said in a low voice, "Teacher Wu Tiao is always like this, he can quarrel with anyone..."

"I can hear you, classmate Pang Da." Teacher Wude turned his head, showing a sinister smile, and then a glass exploded on his head, and the fragments flew everywhere.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai was still holding the remaining bottom of the cup, "I really can't hit it, it's amazing!"

"The crystal goblet I bought last week is worth 2000 yen." Qing Huai said relentlessly, "It will be deducted from your salary this month."

"boss--"

"Remember to clean up the floor." Qing Huai added, "It's officially open at 05:30 in the afternoon, and I'm going to prepare dishes... Zenyuan students, can you keep an eye on them for me?" He looked at the most reliable girl present.

"Well, ah, okay." Chanyuan Maki nodded.

Apart from Qing Huai, the only one who is good at cooking, Yuzu Yujin, the only one who is good at cooking, successfully entered the kitchen and helped the boss prepare dishes in exchange for the qualification to eat and drink at the izakaya these days.

In the recent spring set meal menu, Qinghuai has prepared many dishes related to the season. Today's main course is stir-fried shrimp with Chinese toon, the cold dish is shredded green bamboo shoots in cold sauce, the hot soup is stewed chicken with spring bamboo shoots, and the dessert is cherry blossom cake.

All the ingredients are collected by mafia during training, and the basement is full, enough to supply the izakaya for a week.

"Hey, human." The tattoo on Yujin's face opened his eyes.

"Why do you always come out out of control recently?" The big boy patted his face with his hands angrily, and a mouth appeared on the back of his hand.

"Human beings." Su Nuo's scarlet eyes rolled slowly and landed on Qinghuai who was chopping vegetables, "I'm talking about you."

Qinghuai flipped the green bamboo shoots with her fingers, placed the green bamboo shoots at an angle, and quickly cut them into thin filaments with a knife in her right hand.

"What's the matter?" He didn't lift his head.

In less than 30 seconds, a green bamboo shoot was cleaned, and he picked out another washed bamboo shoot from the basket, and cut it into thin and translucent green jade slices.

"..." Su Nuo felt that he was neglected, which was a rare feeling in the past thousand years, and it was a little subtle for a while.

Regardless of whether he is a human being or in which era the curse is placed, there has never been such a treatment.

Knotabagi Yuhito looked at the boss, and tried to get the curse in his body back, but it seemed to have little effect.

"I said, brat." Curse became furious, "Why do you smell like that guy all over you?"

"What's the smell..." the big boy asked subconsciously.

Qinghuai's kitchen knife almost slipped from her hand, her earlobe was red, "None of your business!"

Knotweed Yuhito:?

"I just think it's weird." Su Nuo said slowly, the cursing voice was like a snake crawling in the ear, the soft scales of the abdomen passed through the slippery grass, with a dark moisture——

"A half-dead soul and a resurrected soul are intertwined." His tongue touched the water in the air, and he let out a wet laugh, "It's so interesting!"

Qing Huai's face changed slightly, realizing that the "half-dead soul" mentioned by the curse refers to Osamu Dazai.

Although he had already seen some clues from the bandages covering Dazai Osamu's body, he knew that Dazai Osamu must not be just an ordinary member of the detective agency, but hearing it from a cursed mouth still made him a little uncomfortable.

"What's intertwined, what are you talking about?" Knotabagi Yuhito frowned, realizing that he must have missed some more important information.

"Once one of you dies, there is a high probability that it will become an extremely powerful curse." Su Nuo continued to add fuel to the fire, "I don't know how powerful the curse formed by the resentment of the supernatural being is, but it should be very delicious Feast of -"

despair!

The Chinese kitchen knife glowed with a quiet and cold light, and was chopped into the cutting board by the young man.

"Believe it or not," Qinghuai tilted her head, and faint wind blades wafted from her body, "I chopped up your twenty fingers one by one and put them in the kimchi jar to taste?"

Su Nuo narrowed his eyes, "Who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?"

"Myself." Qing Huai didn't look sideways, and the innocent Knotweed Youroto froze in place with his cold expression.

"Human beings." Threats flowed from the cursing and slippery throat.

Knotabagi Yuhito clenched his fist instantly, "No, you can't come out now, we made a contract..."

The tattoo on his face was black with blood, and the power in his body was vaguely uncontrollable——

At this moment, a strong shaking interrupted the confrontation between the three.

The kitchen lights went out with a snap, and the cupboards made a crackling noise.

It was like a mountain collapsing, the violent shaking made Qinghuai almost unable to stand still, he supported the cooking table, and instantly realized that it was an earthquake.

"Squat down!" He held the boy's head down and stuffed him under the cooking table, and he could faintly smell a sweet fragrance from the tip of his nose.

— Wormhole!

He ran out of the kitchen to find Osamu Dazai, and when he reached the door, he was surrounded by a shadow made of darkness.

"Don't go out yet." The man pushed Qinghuai to the wall, rubbed the bandage on his palm against the cold side of his face, "It's okay to have that white hair on it outside."

Disaster horns sounded outside the street, and the piercing sirens were more pronounced in the dark, reminding the masses not to panic and evacuate to a safe open space...

After the aftershocks passed, the rain came without a break, pattering on the wooden roof of the izakaya. It was clearly spring, but it carried the force of a torrential rain, as if a monster was running on the roof, leaving a string of wet footprints. Falling in the crevices of silt and moss.

The sky is gloomy, it is clearly only four o'clock, but it is the same as the dusk without the sun, the dark blue hangs down, like a moldy ceiling, hanging depressingly above the head.

Qinghuai was dying of cold, he hugged Dazai tightly, his teeth chattering.

"Here they come."

Almost unconscious, he couldn't hear his own whispers.