Your lunch is mine

In the end, Sanyuankui, who had nothing to do with the port mafia before, just "settled" here in such a grandiose manner, and even people can say that he swaggered and did whatever he wanted in the chief's office.

Although Sanyuankui is quite quiet, she can sit by herself for a whole day just by sitting next to her, without being loud or fussy, like a dummy, but this is not a reason to put someone of unknown origin in the office!

No matter how Chuya Nakahara objected, it was overruled by Osamu Dazai as the leader.Nakahara Nakahara was so angry that he discussed with Koyo Ozaki several times, but he couldn't figure out the reason.

"Calm down, Chuya,"

Koye Ozaki took a sip of tea, the tassels hanging from the hairpin swayed gently, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Even if Dazai once..."

She paused, and concealed the name of the former leader Mori Ogai who had tacitly agreed to become a taboo.

"But he doesn't look like he's going to be a...well, lolicon."

"But Sister Hongye, you don't know if you're not in the office, Dazai is just like being possessed by an evil spirit!"

Thinking of the behavior that Osamu Dazai did during his protection in the office, which was completely different from his usual behavior, Nakahara couldn't wait to put on a mask of pain for himself.

"Being...evil? Is it abnormal?"

Koyo Ozaki put down the teacup in his hand and became interested.

"How to say?"

"You know, Sister Hongye, Dazai has become a workaholic since..., except for occasionally making his increasingly abnormal tofu, he is almost always working."

"Well, that's right."

Koyo Ozaki nodded, she was very clear about this, there were rumors of [the leader's workaholic has not slept for several years] in the Internet, so it can be seen that the other party is more than a social animal.

"But he's not quite right now. Although he's still working, he's not working as hard as before. His frequency of making tofu has skyrocketed!"

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's tofu, Nakahara Chuya's expression became more painful.

"Not only did he make it himself, but he also made it with the intention of calling it Sanyuankui. The important thing is that they are eaten by others after they are done!"

Hard as a rock!Is that what people eat?He could still complain about "dogs don't even eat" and then turn around and deal with them, but those poor subordinates who dare not refuse...

Teeth almost fell out.

Ozaki Momiji: "..."

She looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was probably given a lot of Dazai brand tofu, and could only comfort in a complicated way.

"Thank you for your hard work."

So the tofu hasn't been delivered to me yet, is Chuya and the guards in the office resisting all the tofu?

"and also!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and reluctantly accentuated his voice when he said a certain word.

"Sister Hongye, you know what Dazai has been like in the past few years. He usually gives orders, and there is that... that kind of 'leader' feeling in every move."

When facing his subordinates, he has the majesty of being a "king" and the coldness of being a mafia leader.

"But now! He actually... actually..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also hesitated for a while before he squeezed out the word that made his skin crawl all over.

"'Lively'!"

Even in a trance, he felt as if he saw Dazai Osamu who had not yet become the leader. Although he still looked uncomfortable if he didn't let people look at him, compared with the state after becoming the leader, it was more than a little bit better.

"Lively?"

Koyo Ozaki repeated the word with a strange expression, and for a moment she couldn't imagine what Osamu Dazai, who was in his twenties, would look like when he was lively.

"That's right! Seriously, Sister Hongye, if it wasn't for sure that Dazai's supernatural ability is fine, I would suspect that he has acquired some supernatural ability."

Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded his head and said what he thought was the most likely guess.

"So you're saying that it's possible that he really had a mental problem after holding it in for too long? He was originally abnormal and always committed suicide. Or that he was actually...really bewitched?"

It's really possible!Even if it's [Disqualification in the World], it can't be nullified, right?

Moreover, he has already found the most authoritative psychiatrist, and he is now staying in the Hong Kong and Black Medical Department, and he can rush up to judge and treat Dazai at any time.

"It's really not the time to be caught by an evil spirit. Mental problems are a little more likely than this, although..."

Although neither seems to be very reliable, and the spirits of many people in the mafia are actually not very normal, but anyway, the abnormality did come suddenly, and Dazai, who had not changed much in the past years, suddenly changed requires attention.

Although she didn't feel that there was anything really capable of yin, but the other party, if Dazai did this now, then he should have his own purpose.

Koyo Ozaki lowered her eyes thoughtfully, and gave Chuya Nakahara an accurate reply.

"For a while, I will investigate."

Nakahara Chuya made complaints all the time, but Sanyuankui didn't know that she and Osamu Dazai were making his favorite No. [-] dish in the kitchen that the other party had opened up a long time ago.

——Energetic stewed chicken.

"The water is boiling, it's time to put the chicken in."

Osamu Dazai carried the processed whole chicken without even cutting it, and put it directly into the pot, ignoring the dead chicken's two paws sticking up in mid-air, and easily covered the pot with a face.

"Aoi, cut into pieces is heresy, only put in a whole one, can it be more authentic."

"Is that so...?"

It always feels like something is not right.

Sanyuankui looked at the chicken paws in the pot that were stubbornly pressing against the lid, and recalled the cooking method taught by Jianren Qihai...

Well, it seems that there is nothing about stew, so what Dazai said should be fine.

Thinking of this, Sanyuankui nodded seriously, expressing that she understood.

It is heresy to cut into pieces, and the stewed chicken should be served whole.

"Speaking of which, you've been here for a while."

As if chatting just waiting for time, Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at Aoi Migen with only one right eye exposed.

"Is 'harvest' enough?"

Sanyuankui raised her head from the bottles and jars of spices and answered honestly.

"not enough."

"yes."

There was not much emotion in the iris eyes, Dazai Osamu turned his head again, stared at the white steam rising through the lid of the pot, and spoke calmly.

"That should be done quickly."

Hurry up, the sooner the better, it is best to finish it in an instant, and then... there is no need to stay here anymore.

"Not soon."

Sanyuankui just gave a negative answer, those blue eyes were fixed on Dazai Osamu's face, as if he was observing something, or he seemed to have noticed something.

Time passed by second by second, but there was no sound left. Apart from the gurgling of the pot, there was no other sound in the whole kitchen.

It's cold.

Osamu Dazai noticed this, and settled his majesty in silence. This should be a routine he is all too familiar with, but the current situation is different from all the previous ones.

They are not subordinates, nor enemies, and they have just met for a short time, so they probably aren't that close.The only connection between the two before was the other party's inexplicable "attachment" to themselves.

—and shared memories.

Osamu Dazai knew very well in his heart that this "attachment" must have given him some kind of coercion that he couldn't see, just like what he liked just now, a certain "condition" was not fulfilled.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the other party to give up Oda Sakunosuke and look for him Dazai Osamu instead.

No matter which Dazai.

Now, something to say.

Osamu Dazai thought, and glanced at the pot that was constantly emitting steam. He opened the lid of the pot, and let a large group of white scramble to float out. He picked up a bottle of soy sauce in his right hand, and poured it into the pot while picking the topic.

"That's a pity, how can we speed up the progress?"

"Dazai."

Sanyuankui's voice sounded again, but it was not the answer he had imagined.

"You are not happy now."

Osamu Dazai paused his hand pouring the soy sauce, he didn't turn his head, but continued to stare at the pot, letting the rising mist blur his expression.

"how come?"

He snapped the soy sauce bottle on and put it back in place with a smooth movement, and even his voice was unusually calm.

"I haven't made a finished product yet. If there is really a so-called 'unhappy', it is probably...poor cooking skills?"

As he spoke, he quickly turned his head and blinked at Sanyuankui.

"After all, I also have an idea of ​​becoming a chef."

If it was a normal situation, this sentence should be skipped like this, but the person he was facing was Sanyuankui.

The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes was still staring at him without blinking, repeating in an almost determined voice.

"Cooking, you are not happy."

"People are not happy all the time."

The liveliness deliberately added to Osamu Dazai's body has dissipated a bit, and something sharper under the cover is looming.

"If there is such a person, then he is probably a fool. I'm just waiting, waiting for it to be done, and then..."

Osamu Dazai stopped suddenly, a question popped up in his mind.

Then, so what?

Before he could suppress the question, a voice reached his ears.

"Because, there is no expectation."

Seriously, definitely, knowingly, knowingly.

She can always use the most straightforward words and say the most direct words.

Osamu Dazai cooked some dishes, whether it was the vigorous stewed chicken or the tofu that was getting harder and harder, he distributed it to others, and he got a look of "you are baffled again".

Terrified: "Thank you, leader."

Angry: "Don't give it to me! Dogs don't even eat it!"

Can't understand, can't understand, or...it's not something that others can understand.

No one knows why, but the workaholic head of the port mafia enjoys making dark dishes now and then, and is keen to improve them.

He does not need it.

The so-called anticipation, what he can expect, is impossible to appear in reality.

"There's a lot more I can do."

Osamu Dazai spoke softly, and soon finished the second sentence.

"I can do better."

A lot has been done to be able to do better, and all stages will be completed in the near future.

That is only his own, the best.

What was covered up, those cold things gradually revealed, Osamu Dazai stared at Sanyuan Aoi's eyes that had never changed, but something opposite to these coldness flashed in the kite-colored eyes.

"Besides, it's not all hopeless. I have to say, Aoi, you are really frighteningly straightforward."

He said, but for the first time, he showed a slight smile with a few traces of relaxation.

"So, as the expected object, do you want to try it when it's ready? This is the clear chicken that I have improved the recipe several times."

At least, at least in this respect...