what does the leader taste like today

Nakahara Chuya, male, biological age, actual age is probably less than ten years old, one of the cadres of the port Mafia, no relationship history.Although he loves to drink and fight and is a member of Mafia, he knows he is a good guy.

In the experience of growing up full of gunpowder smoke and wild dogs, Zhongyuan Zhongye was regarded as a bad guy who snatched food for the first time, and he even sued others in front of him.

Especially this "other" laughed out loud and said, "That's right, Zhong is my dog."

Raise a hammer dog.

The blue veins on his brows were throbbing, and Nakahara Chuya's expression looked even more fierce: "Mackerel, what are you bastard talking about!"

"It's my dog."

"Say you're my dog, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai, known as mackerel, didn't look scared. He smiled and repeated the word "dog" like a repeater, which aroused Nakahara Chuya to violently beat him up.

Suddenly, his brows lowered, from stretched to deep, and half of his face fell into the shadows: "Zhongye, I am the leader, is this your attitude towards the leader?"

Central Plains also choked.

By the way, he remembered that the guy in front of him was now his immediate boss, the one who paid him his salary and occasionally stole his salary card.

The iron training of Mafia at the port is to maintain absolute loyalty and respect to the leader. As a Mafia member with good morals, Nakahara Nakaya could only give Osamu Dazai an annoyed look, and then remained silent.

He just asked the leader with his eyes what was going on with the kid who was hugging him tightly.

Nothing happened, Di Lu just wanted to tie up her long-term meal ticket, so as not to be snatched away by Zhong Yuan, who is also not human, and starve to death on the street.

He thought about it, and being non-human means not eating human food is equal to grabbing food, this equation is completely fine.

So Di Lu stared at a pair of dull eyes, unblinkingly guarding against Chuya Zhongyuan.

I almost wrote the word "protecting food" on my face.

Ignoring the changes before and after Osamu Dazai, Dilu tightened his hands around the opponent's waistline.He raised his head, tilted his head, and repeated: "Let's lose him."

"Smelly brat!" Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered.

"He's so fierce."

"Still scolding you."

"I'm definitely not listening."

Di Lu counted the criminal evidence one by one, which made Zhongyuan Zhong also jump in anger, but Di Lu didn't care about the idea of ​​the same kind.In the end, he stood on tiptoe, tugged on Osamu Dazai's collar, and concluded: "Just keep me as one."

To this, Osamu Dazai just squinted at him.

He was more than a head taller than Di Lu, and his white hair could be seen from the lowered eyes.He tugged at his clothes, and this time Di Lu obediently let go, but his slightly relaxed hands were still surrounding him, as long as there was any abnormal movement, he would surround him.

"The property under my name can support a hundred of you and Chuya." Osamu Dazai said slowly, "Are you sure you want to go with me?"

Dilu nodded.

Osamu Dazai, who was in sight, thought for a few seconds, not knowing what he was thinking.Brown-black hair crossed his beautiful and bright eyes, and fell softly and fluffy on his forehead.

"Then you have to defeat Chuya and prove yourself."

It tastes like lemon cream cake.

Dilu was finally taken back to the port of Mafia by the two.

Nakahara Chuya, a person with supernatural powers who manipulate gravity, the strongest force in Port Mafia.Di Lu can manipulate objects with mind power, but not eating enough means that he has no strength.

How could it be possible to win!

Dilu looked at himself, who was less than 1.5 meters short, with short hands and short legs, and then at Nakahara Chuya, who was not much better but at least taller than him. He didn't feel the frustration of losing a fight at all.

Losing must be because I didn't eat enough.

Di Lu couldn't feel the shame of being picked up by Chuya Zhongya within three moves.

It doesn't matter if you lose.

Probably no one would send a fool to approach the leader of Mafia, Osamu Dazai made a decision without spending too many brain cells.Port Mafia has just changed its leader and urgently needs a lot of fresh blood.Zuo Dilu is not a human being, so he still hugged him tightly and never let go, that would be great, just fit into Sister Hongye's direct troops.

So an hour later, Ogiro sat in Ozaki Koyo's office.

Osamu Dazai had already irresponsibly ran to the chief's office on the top floor, and the sneaking behavior had caused a disturbance inside the port Mafia.He was in a hurry to deal with the idiots who showed up because of this incident, so he was in no mood to think about a child.

Port Mafia strictly abides by the on-call 007 work system, even for cadres and leaders.The clock is ticking towards nine o'clock in the summer night.

Koye Ozaki, the social animal who had dealt with the traitor during the day, was still working diligently. She knelt on the cushion and poured herself a cup of tea.

The complicated and formal colorful kimono matched her orange-red bun just right.Sipping the rim of the cup, Koyo Ozaki covered her lips with her sleeve, lowered her head, and bumped into Dilu's ignorant amethyst pupils.

The white-haired boy looked thin and small, probably a little malnourished.He looked dazed, and he was a little unhappy when he was thrown over by Osamu Dazai. He subconsciously grabbed Ozaki Koyo's skirt, and relaxed his grip slightly after realizing that he was grabbing the wrinkled fabric.

After being thrown away, there was no change in expression on his face, and now he was quietly and obediently looking at the gentle elder sister in front of him.

The nose moved, and Di Lu smelled blood and gunpowder smoke from the gentle elder sister.

The taste is much, much heavier than the driver.

He calculated in his mind how many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many.Di Lu tilted her head, her eyes were flat and unwavering.

This is Port Mafia.

What does port mean, and what does Mafia do? Di Lu, who was not very clear about these words, seemed to suddenly understand the bloody meaning entwined in them.He looked left and right at the Mafia building at the port, and the office belonging to the cadres was also terrifyingly large, but at this moment, only Nakahara Chuya and Ozaki Koyo could be seen.

Zhongyuanzhong is also responsible for the handover.

While Ogiro was quietly observing the environment, Koyo Ozaki was also communicating with Nakahara.

"Chuya, what's the matter with this boy? Why did the leader run away from home and come back with a child?"

The small young man in the top hat faltered: "...he seems to be the same as me, except that he is entangled with Dazai."

Dilu is not human like me, and needs more patience to communicate.What Nakahara Chuya wanted to say was actually this, he knew Koyo Ozaki could understand what he meant.

The identity of the non-human in the Central Plains is not a secret among the high-level officials of the port Mafia.Raising one non-human is also raising, and raising two is also raising, but the appearance of non-humans is always deceptive, and the appearance age does not match the actual awakening time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Dilu, and always remembered the wandering years on Raibo Street when he first became conscious.

Although he was said by Di Lu to be fierce and hard to raise, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that he was just a young fool, and generously decided not to bother with him, not to mention the leader's order.

... Let's take care of it more, maybe we will be colleagues in the future.

The kind-hearted Mr. Nakaya didn't stay long and left on the grounds of guarding the leader. Dazai Osamu, who was not watching by Nakaya, might sneak away from home again without anyone noticing.This unreliable act of prostitution will be sanctioned by the just Central Plains cadres.

As soon as he left, there were only two people left in the office, Koyo Ozaki and Ogiro, making the office even more empty.

Koyo Ozaki watched Nakahara Chuya's back disappear at the elevator entrance.She took Dilu's hand, the body temperature of a child is higher than that of an adult, and the temperature from Dilu's small, fleshy palm made Ozaki Koyo feel tired and washed away.

After making a glass of milk for Dilu, Koye Ozaki went straight to the point: "What does the leader have to do with you?"

Who is the leader?

Dilu's face was full of bewilderment, and then he realized that Dazai Osamu had claimed to be the leader in front of Nakahara Chuya.

"Is it Mr. Dazai?"

Perhaps Koye Ozaki was born with high patience and affinity for cubs. After realizing that Ogiro might not know the identity of Osamu Dazai, she explained again softly: "Yes, it is the one who brought you back wearing red The youth of the scarf, he is our leader."

Di Lu's feet dangled restlessly.As a cadre, Koyo Ozaki's office is as big as a horse, and it is decorated into an antique-style Japanese-style room according to his heart.In front of the low coffee table, Di Lu sat crookedly on the cushion, holding a glass filled with white liquid with both hands.

Milk, human food, is not good to drink and useless to drink.

The glass was stared out by him.Already only three minutes full, it took a long time to walk all the way back to the port building, and Di Lu felt her stomach burning again.

He picked up the glass in disbelief, licked the milk like a kitten, and then swallowed it expressionlessly.

Nerve endings and brain feedback only taste but not the feeling of eating the real thing.

can not eat.

Putting down the glass, he looked at Koyo Ozaki, thought for a while, and replied with a serious face: "It's the owner."

Koyo Ozaki sighed: "Don't use such words as the owner."

Di Lu thought for a while: "That is the big brother who will treat me to dinner. Mr. Dazai said that as long as I can prove myself, I can stay."

He added: "I can manipulate objects within my line of sight, but the size, weight, and duration are all related to whether I eat or not."

As for how to prove himself, this is not an issue that Ogiro needs to consider, but something that Ozaki Koyo, who is in charge of teaching newcomers, needs to worry about.

The glass filled with milk was pushed far away, and he was lying on the small table at the moment, with his hands resting on the table and his head resting on the side. His crystal-like eyes clearly reflected his mood.

Hungry again, want to eat, so wronged.

It's just that the biggest and only Dazai owner is not here, but it doesn't matter, isn't there Ozaki Momiji here?

The little food I ate in the basement has almost been digested, and if I don't eat any more, I will starve again.Hunger is really the most difficult and painful disaster in the world. Dilu stood up suddenly, and he hugged Ozaki Koyo who was closest to him, because he was not tall enough and could only reach her chest.

Looking up at the other party, Di Lu silently passed the light of "Let me eat quickly".

Who can resist such a gaze?Koye Ozaki sighed, and lovingly stroked his soft white hair: "What's wrong?"

The experience in the basement made Di Lu ignorantly realize that human beings may not say "I love you, I like you" at will, so he took the next best thing and asked in a low voice: "Sister Hongye, can you praise me?"

Mr. Dazai’s feeding is always a variety of lollipops. He really wants to eat something else. Sister Momiji, who is more emotional than Mr. Dazai, will definitely provide better food.The flickering eyes clearly reflected a touch of red at the end of Ozaki Momiji's eyes, and Ogiro couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Being stared at by such eyes, even the concubine can't bear it, Di Lu, you are so cute."

Koyo Ozaki's smile was gentle and kind, but Ogiro didn't care about that.He couldn't wait to eat the sentence that praised him cutely, the refreshing and sweet smell must be the taste of watermelon cake!

Soft and lingering in the mouth.The combination of refreshing watermelon and sweet and not greasy cream is an excellent dessert with milk tea. It is delicious and full!

Ogiro swallowed all of Ozaki Koyo's words in one go.

Then, he poohed expressionlessly.

There was no watermelon or cake, just rice cereal that was out of date for several days.

Unpalatable, super unpalatable.

He looked at Koyo Ozaki, confirmed that Koyo Ozaki's feelings were sincere and passionate, and then lowered his hair for a while.

"Sister Hongye, can you praise me again?"

"Of course I am willing, Xiaodilu, you will have a bright and brilliant future."

Di Lu plucked up the courage to try again, but the watermelon cake never appeared again, and the rice he cooked was still a rotten rice paste.

what happened!

It's over, Di Lu was stunned, his expression gradually frightened.

Why can't I eat normally!

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Dilu's happy cooking time is coming soon!

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