On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

1. Follow-up about last night

A hand protruded from the bulging quilt, with well-proportioned muscles, covered with gunshot wounds and knife wounds, and unhealthy paleness due to being wrapped in bandages for a long time.

There is a fresh tooth mark on the tiger's mouth of the hand, and there are many hickeys floating on the wrist.

Fumbling with fingertips at the head of the bed, I finally found a remote control from under the pillow, and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner a little.

The person in his arms was awakened by his movements, but the nonsense the night before was too much, he just slapped his eyelashes, and fell asleep again due to sleepiness.

When Osamu Dazai moved his hand over, the young man obediently rubbed his palm.

The skins were closely pressed together, and the man took a deep breath of the heat somewhere under the air pressure, and had to think again about when to buy a spacious double bed.

Things like last night when you accidentally fell off the bed halfway through, and the young man was so nervous that he almost caused the man to █████████████ should never happen, it will damage the man's face.

"..." Qing Huai, who was sleeping soundly, finally got up under the faint touch of her lover behind her, and cursed a rare curse, "Get out, I want to sleep."

The nightmare that had plagued him for more than a month finally dissipated. Qinghuai managed to get a good night's sleep, but he couldn't control the bandaged octopus behind him, hanging stickily on his body and lighting fires everywhere.

"Mr. Qinghuai, it's already one o'clock in the afternoon~" Osamu Dazai buried his head in the other's hair and smiled, "If you sleep any longer, you will be eaten by monsters."

"So I want you to avoid some weird Japanese myths—" Qinghuai pushed away the other party's hand from his waist, but shut his mouth suddenly in the next movement.

Osamu Dazai saw with satisfaction that the young man's alluring waist was blushing, and he scratched his wrist with his fingertips, and it limply softened into a puddle of jelly.

asshole.

Qinghuai cursed softly.

2. About choosing a double bed

It is still the familiar Sakura Furniture City, but this is the first time Qinghuai and Osamu Dazai have purchased furniture together, including the double bed that the other party has been thinking about for a long time.

Most of the izakaya was damaged during the fight. Although portmafia helped repair the main body afterwards, there are still many tables and chairs that need to be repurchased.

The things downstairs are very good to choose, but there are some turmoil when buying beds.

The salesperson's ambiguous gaze made Qing Huai very embarrassed, and the man beside him held his hand, "Of course the bed should be as big as possible, roll like this—hmm."

Qing Huai covered the unrestrained lover expressionlessly, and said to the salesperson, "Sorry, just show us the double bed."

The double bed exhibition area is very large. European-style beds, Chinese-style beds, Japanese-style tatami mats, etc. are all displayed outside, with various styles.

It was the first time in Qinghuai's life to choose a bed by herself, and she didn't know which one to choose when the funds were sufficient.

Osamu Dazai whispered in his ear, "Actually, the water bed over there is very good. I heard that it is like sailing in the sea..."

"..." The young man didn't know what to think of, his ears suddenly felt hot, and he refused decisively, "Impossible, don't even think about it."

The man looked at the water bed with regretful eyes.

In the end, the two of them bought an ordinary solid wood double bed on the recommendation of the salesperson. At Osamu Dazai's insistence, Qinghuai compromised with a soft, thick and highly resilient mattress. God's own waist will not heal.

3. About MasterChef Competition

Naturally, Qing Huai entered the final without any difficulty. Many people who knew him well were present on the day of the final.

"Master, you and your wife can just take your seats in the first row of the players' relatives and friends area. Well, my Japanese friends are also there. Remember to wear the automatic translator I sent you..." Qing Huai told Master in the players' waiting area Call up.

Osamu Dazai stayed by his side all the time, raised his eyebrows slightly because he couldn't understand Chinese, took Qinghuai's hand in dissatisfaction, and left a kiss on his wrist.

Qing Huai's face suddenly turned red, "No, wait (in Japanese)...Master, it's me, um, my boyfriend is next to me, you wait (in Chinese)——"

The middle-aged and elderly people in their fifties were lost in thought while driving the speakerphone, and it took them a long time to say to his wife beside him, "What did that brat Qinghuai just say?"

The teacher was not sure, "It seems...he had a date in Japan? Or a man?"

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Boyfriend?!" Master's black and gray goatee raised to the sky, "I'd like to see what kind of monsters lure my apprentice away!"

Listening to the anger on the other end of the phone, Qing Huai felt a little uneasy, and explained, "He's nothing—"

"Bring that kid to see me after the game!"

When the phone rang busy, Qinghuai said badly, with his master's tough temper, he couldn't chase him and Dazai Thirty Streets with a kitchen knife!

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you need my help to write big characters on your palm?"

There is a saying in Japan that if you write large characters in the palm of your hand and swallow them, you will not be nervous.

"..." Qinghuai was speechless, "I won't be nervous, and I'm not a three-year-old."

At this time, the host outside had finished reading the opening remarks, the finals officially started, and the last three contestants of the next competition were ready to play.

"I went to the game."

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai put on a chef's hat for Qing Huai, held Qing Huai's hand, and kissed his palm, "Come on, the game is won."

Kissing is not the same as writing capital letters.

4. About Hupenggouyou

Mistress patted Master on the shoulder, "Let's be a man, don't be too angry, Ah Huai is usually so obedient, and she stays in the kitchen every day and doesn't have many friends, it would be nice if she can fall in love..."

The master sighed, and he also knew that Qing Huai was a child who was not worrying since he was a child, except that he was a little weak in reading, but his cooking skills were really talented since he was a child, and he had already surpassed his master's level.

Ever since Qinghuai got into a car accident due to exhaustion, he decided not to force the child to do anything anymore, the most important thing is to live happily and healthily... But he absolutely wants to see which brat kidnapped him If my beloved little apprentice dares to bully Qinghuai, let's see if he doesn't give him a little color!

The short-term guard's master looked very stinky, just at this time the game officially started, he put on the simultaneous translator Qing Huai sent him, and prepared to watch the game seriously.

"Ah, Qing Huai has come out." He suddenly heard someone talking behind him, and it seemed to be his beloved disciple's name.

——It should be the Japanese friend that Qinghuai mentioned, and it should be made when he was studying in Japan in high school.

"Teacher Wujo, do you know where the boss disappeared?" Hirohito Katsuobu raised his head curiously.

Hearing that the first and second graders of the high school turned their faces at the same time.

The white-haired man held up his sunglasses, "I don't know, but since he's back, that bandage boy is absolutely delighted."

The portmafia cadre on the side frowned, "Even so, it's hard for me to imagine that a man like Osamu Dazai, who looks like he has been single for 800 years, would fall in love. I thought he would spend his whole life holding a wine bottle and a gun—"

Gravity made him almost annoyed, who knew that guy dragged him to the izakaya where he was single and broke up for a month, and he finally felt a little pity for this mackerel. Send him a message to show off that your boyfriend is back——

This kind of brainless bandage device should be ruthlessly sent back to the non-recyclable garbage bin for disposal!

The middle-aged man with the goatee pricked up his ears, and he understood that the bastard boyfriend of his beloved disciple was named Osamu Dazai, and he seemed to be an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol!And there are guns!

——This is the thug of the Japanese underworld/society!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, as always, sat quietly in his seat. He now accepts Qinghuai and Mr. Dazai's love affairs well. The main reason is that the red bean dessert made by Qinghuai-kun is too delicious, and he and Yin both like it.

It would be great if Qing Huai-kun can stay in Japan because of Mr. Dazai and continue to run the izakaya. He can take a detour every day after get off work to buy it and eat it with Yin.

"However, ever since he fell in love with his boss, Mr. Dazai has never committed suicide by jumping into a well." Atsushi Nakajima said, "It seems that he has found the meaning of living."

Kunikida Doppo nodded, "That guy has indeed changed a lot."

The master who was stealthily listening to the corner of the wall instantly widened his eyes, and his goatee raised violently.

—and a passive suicide buff!

——How can Qinghuai be with this kind of person? !

Master made up his mind, even if he chased down Thirty Streets with a kitchen knife, he would kill that boy!Absolutely—absolutely can't fulfill the two of them!

5. About meeting parents

Qinghuai successfully won the gold medal in the hands of a chef of a high-end Italian restaurant and a famous chef of a Japanese family, and won the title of East Asian Chef God.

Surrounded by everyone, he was not so happy, but began to worry about the next thing.

Although he directly admitted that he was in love with a man because he didn't want to deceive Master and Mistress, but he still knew Master's bad temper very well, and it was still difficult for him to accept the existence of Osamu Dazai.

"It's okay, boss." Osamu Dazai helped him take off the suit in the background. This was worn when receiving the award, but June in Yokohama really didn't suit this kind of long-sleeved formal attire, and Qinghuai's back was covered with sweat.

"I also really want to meet Qinghuai Jun's family." The man gently rubbed his forehead hair that was crushed by the hat, and kissed him at the corner of his eyes.

Qinghuai didn't refuse, since they reunited, he could clearly notice that Osamu Dazai's behavior became more intimate.

During that month, Qinghuai himself had no memory, but if he put himself in the shoes of Dazai Osamu and disappeared in front of his eyes, he would be very sad.

So now as long as it is not too much, he is almost obedient to the man's intimate request.

"What are you doing!" The stern voice made Qinghuai tremble, he turned around and saw a couple standing not far away, the master's goatee was raised high, staring at him and Dazai.

Osamu Dazai hummed suspiciously, and the hand on Qing Huai's waist tightened even more.

Qinghuai: ...

The master approached and snorted, "You are Osamu Dazai?"

A man who can't understand Chinese at all: ?

Qing Huai took out the synchronous translator produced by the Guardian Alliance from his pocket and put it on the opponent's ear.

The master glared at him again, "Brat, it's not like he doesn't have hands!"

"I'm Osamu Dazai." The man smiled, "You are Qing Huai's family, right?"

Qinghuai introduced, "It's my master and wife."

The teacher smiled kindly and gave a discount, "Hey, don't worry about him, the old man has such a temper."

"Hey, is it Mistress?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes in surprise, "I thought she was your sister, Qinghuai-kun, for such a young lady!"

Qinghuai listened expressionlessly to the man opening his eyes and talking nonsense, but saw his wife covering her mouth happily, "Where is there..."

——It really is the legendary female killer who is demented in the world. From the age of 16 to the age of 60, it is difficult to escape the sweet words of Osamu Dazai.

"This is..." Qinghuai glanced at the frowning master as if death was at home, "My boyfriend, Osamu Dazai."

"I know." Master interrupted Qing Huai, "I heard everything about this kid in the auditorium!"

Qinghuai:?

Osamu Dazai:?

The two looked at each other, thinking of a group of mafia, conjurers, and militants in the auditorium, feeling bad.

Master: "I heard that this kid is addicted to alcohol."

Qinghuai quibbles: "That's work entertainment."

Master: "I heard that he committed suicide?"

Qinghuai made an excuse: "That's a fabrication."

Master: "I also heard that he is holding a gun illegally, he is a gang/society!"

Qing Huai retorted: "He is just cooperating with the government, not illegally holding a gun."

Master: "..."

The teacher was overjoyed by Dazai Zhizhi's praise, and she helped her, "Oh, what do you care about young people's affairs? I married you when you were an apprentice chef. Others are young and have careers, so don't meddle in your own business."

The master snorted coldly, and sighed at this little apprentice who was eating inside and outside.

——Okay, let this brat go for now.

6. About the wedding

Qinghuai never imagined what it would be like to get married, but everything seemed to happen naturally.

From the ring that suddenly appeared on the ring finger that night when I was in a daze, everything was like a dream.

He and Osamu Dazai stood in front of the mirror wearing white suits with red roses and eucalyptus leaves pinned to their chests. The man kissed the corners of his eyes, and he kissed the tip of the man's nose.

Osamu Dazai wore white gloves to cover the bandages and wounds, then took him by the hand, announced the oath, put on the ring, and kissed.

Then say.

I would.