I read the manga and ripped the script

Although he has been single for 27 years, Oda Sakunosuke, who raised his five children healthy and healthy, is not a foolish fool. As soon as Marin gave a vague answer, he immediately sensed something was wrong, so he didn't ask any more questions. , changed the subject, and talked about another thing as if nothing happened.

"Speaking of which, can you make cakes, Rin-chan?"

"cake?"

"Well, today is the birthday of the children I took in. I want to make a cake for them. I have watched a lot of videos and recipes since yesterday..."

The tall, red-haired man scratched his cheeks as he spoke, perhaps because of his gentle and harmless temperament, and the mature man with a little beard on his chin didn't feel at all inconsistent when doing this gesture.

Zhen Rin's attention shifted from the other party's clumsy words to the embarrassed apron, and finally fell on the meringue on his face. The dense net that was pressing on his heart seemed to be poked a hole suddenly, and he was not so depressed and worried.

"I can have a little bit of simple cream or mousse cake, but fondant cake is not enough."

"I'm going to make a chocolate cake, the most common one with cream and chocolate on the outside, but I don't know why I can't make the delicate and smooth batter in the tutorial."

"I still do that kind of thing, I'll see where it is now."

Marin followed Odasaku into the living room intending to help, but even though she had made some mental preparations before, seeing the mess in the open kitchen, she still couldn't hold back the corners of her eyes twitching wildly.

It's obviously just a chocolate cake, but what's going on with the bowls filled with cream and black unknown objects piled up in the sink?Isn't it still in the batter stage? How can you use these things? !Not to mention the countertops, countless conspicuous amounts of chocolate sauce and batter were splashed on the walls... People who don’t know would think that a group of middle school students with excess energy had a party here and played a cake war!

"It's Odasaku who can keep the table with greeting cards tidy in such a chaotic situation." The lingering Osamu Dazai followed them into the living room, proudly raised his head, Looking at the mess on the floor, I expressed sincere admiration from the bottom of my heart, "Even an eggshell with egg yolk was smashed on the sofa at the other end. It is a miracle that the dining table in the center is so intact."

Marin: "..." If Dazai hadn't almost committed suicide because of Oda Sakunosuke, she would have suspected that this was irony!But his filter is too thick!Even Mr. Oda would not accept this as a genuine compliment——

"Well, after all, it's an important table where the children's birthday cards are placed, so of course he can't be damaged."

Oda Sakunosuke accepted Dazai's compliment with a normal expression, and stuffed a rag and a bucket to drive away the black-haired man who wanted to follow into the kitchen, and asked him to clean up the living room.

"I'm sorry, Ma Rin, I made a bit of a mess in the kitchen... Wait, I'll clean up here."

Realizing that he could not tidy up the kitchen that seemed to have been blown by a typhoon in a short period of time, Odasaku used the motor nerves of the former top killer, decisively piled the bowls on the relatively clean small countertop to the side, and used The rag quickly mixed everything together and was horrible and needed mosaic residue to wipe it off.

Seeing Odasaku's orderly and quick tidying up action, Marin, who originally wanted to step forward to help, quietly backed away, grabbed an apron, put it on after asking Odasaku's permission, and thought about this while tidying up the sink The reason why the kitchen is in such a state of misery.

Obviously, Mr. Oda doesn't look like the kind of kitchen killer who can break eight dishes in one wash. What's going on in this miserable state now?In fact, she still thinks that baking, which requires precise measurement and standard steps, is suitable for killers. She has been thinking about how to let Mr. Oda do it himself. After all, it is a birthday gift for the children. It is best to have it. Find a way to let him do it himself...

"Well, because there are a lot of failures, there are not many materials left."

While Marin was thinking seriously, Odasaku put a bag of one kilogram of low-gluten flour with only one bottom left, a box of one liter of whipped cream, half a piece of butter, and a small half bag of chocolate coins for baking on the clean countertop On the ground, Xu clenched his fist and coughed lightly to get her attention back.

"From the recipes I saw, these ingredients are only enough to make another cake, and there is no room for failure."

Saying that, Odasaku pushed the materials towards Marin, looking at her expectantly.

Is this just giving up... Although there are not many materials, let's try to do it together first. With her watching, even if there is a small mistake, it will definitely be saved.

Thinking of this, Marin, who had barely cleared half of the pool, wiped her hands, turned around and smiled at Oda, but before she could say a word, she was hit by the sand-colored figure rushing towards her. broken.

"Odasaku, why did you give up so quickly? The cakes for the children must be made by yourself to be meaningful!"

Throwing the rag and bucket in his hand, Dazai took Odasaku's right hand and clenched it tightly, and said solemnly:

"This is my idea. I will definitely be responsible to the end and help Odasaku make the most delicious chocolate cake in the world."

"No, let's forget about the most delicious food in the world." Oda Saku, who has a clear understanding of his culinary skills, shook his head, but he was not good at rejecting people, and he couldn't think of any words to reject his friend's kindness, so he had to tell Zhen Rin cast a look for help, "Ordinary chocolate cake is very simple, it should be enough for two people to make it together?"

"That's right, Dazai, after cleaning the living room, go buy some ribbons and bells and come back to decorate the room, don't make trouble here."

Marin, who had always been stuck on hard tofu that could be used to hit the wall to commit suicide, immediately chimed in for Dazai's culinary skills, and waved at Dazai with 12 disgust, and almost wrote the words "how far and how far" on the face.

"No, I also want to make cakes with Odasaku Marin for the children."

As Dazai said, he took off his sand-colored windbreaker and put on a black apron. The striped shirt was rolled up to the elbows, revealing his slender forearms wrapped in white bandages. He is in his 20s, and he clings on like a child. not leaving.

Odasaku had nothing to do with him, he sighed and agreed, Dazai immediately showed a triumphant smile, walked past Marin by the sink with wind under his feet, and stood between her and Odasaku by the cooking counter.

Marin originally wanted to stop him, but when she saw the black-haired man, like a lost child who finally found his way home, with a clean and pure happy smile from his heart, her body froze as if cast by a witch. , When she came back to her senses, Dazai, who was humming an unknown tune, was already in place, and shot a provocative look at her from an angle that Odasaku couldn't see.

I really lost to him, even at my age, I am still so childish...

Zhen Rin laughed when she didn't realize it, her shiny black eyes were filled with the afternoon sun, it was so warm that even the people reflected in it seemed to soften a lot, she just happened to stand opposite her and saw herself in her eyes Dazai, who was reflected in the reflection, was stunned for a moment, and then Marin grabbed his arm and made a clever move, turning the two of them upside down.

"Since Mr. Oda agrees that you join, I won't say anything more, but your level is at best a mould-handler, waiting at the sink, and if you make trouble, I will drive you out. Do you understand?"

Marin glared at Dazai angrily, and said with a serious face. Although he didn't have a white uniform and a high hat, the chef's style was much better than the chefs on TV reality shows.

Dazai, who had already achieved his goal, gave up as soon as he saw it, and nodded to show that he knew it. The contrast between his well-behaved appearance and the awkwardness of the brat before was too stark, his temples twitched with rage, and he simply turned his head and turned away. net.

"Then let's start from the beginning. First, the embryo of the chocolate chiffon cake. Mr. Oda, you first use an electronic scale to weigh out the corresponding amount of flour and cocoa powder."

Marin rescued the electronic scale from a pile of rickety debris, patted the flour on it and put it back on the countertop, and put a bowl on it to signal Odasaku to start.

"Well, should the chocolate start to melt now, and the oven should be preheated."

After picking up the flour bag, Odasaku carefully poured the flour into the bowl while looking worriedly at another pile of materials on the countertop.After the number on the electronic scale jumped to the required weight, he put down the flour, but instead of getting the cocoa powder, he changed hands and picked up the chocolate coin next to him, but he was stopped by Zhen Rin immediately.

"It's the same after you weigh the flour and cocoa powder." Looking at the hurried appearance of the world's number one killer with one hand chocolate and one hand electronic scale, Marin vaguely understood the crux of the problem, "Mr. Oda, look Aren’t the cake-making videos all from the top-notch pastry chef’s open classes?”

"Well, I specifically found a video of a top pastry chef attending a world-renowned pastry school, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to make a cake. After watching it many times, I still—"

"Those videos are for experienced pastry chefs who can handle multiple baking tasks at the same time. It's normal for you to be unable to keep up, Oda-san." Marin interrupted Odasaku's self-criticism, sighed helplessly, and put The jar containing cocoa powder was stuffed into his hand, "As a novice, Mr. Oda, you should honestly do it step by step. When you first learned how to shoot a gun, you didn't shoot moving targets right away, did you?"

"Ah, so that's how it is." Oda Saku nodded suddenly, "When I learned how to shoot a gun, I shot moving targets on the second day, and started to set out missions on the third day. I have to do it step by step."

Marin: "..." No, your step-by-step progress is like jumping from a black hole to ordinary people. It is normal for a person like her to start shooting moving targets after a month. Thank you.

"Hey, isn't the cake ready yet? I'm hungry... Hey, this chocolate is so bitter, did you buy a fake one, Odasaku?"

When Marin struggled to teach Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai, who was unwilling to be lonely, secretly took a few chocolate coins that Marin had just put down, but was so bitter that Jun's face wrinkled into a ball, and Marin who wanted to beat him up Laughed.

"That's 70% high-purity chocolate, you deserve to be greedy...Wait, Odasaku, what are you going to do?"

"Huh? Dazai said he was hungry, so I went to the refrigerator and got some sandwiches for him to eat. What about you, Marin? What flavor do you want?"

"If I can, I want prawn mayonnaise... No! Mr. Oda, don't spoil this guy like this! He's just pretending to be pitiful! Come back and weigh cocoa powder!!!"

……

As a sweetie, Zhen Rin has always liked baking. She happened to have an oven in the apartment she rented near the university. When she was free on weekends or holidays, she would go to a nearby supermarket to bring back a bunch of raw materials and start working.Although the taste of the cakes I made is far inferior to those Italian cake shops that are several rounds older than her, but watching the egg whites expand a little bit under the magic of sugar, taking a deep breath of the sweet smell wafting from the oven, the window The golden sunlight sprinkled in will shine like a taste of happiness.

However, she never thought that baking that makes people happy physically and mentally can also become so exhausting.

"Mr. Oda's bowl contains whipped cream, not the enemy's blood. You don't have to swipe the egg so hard in a wide range. If you continue like this, half of the whipped cream will be contributed to the wall."

"Dazai! Meringue and cream are not the same thing. Don't mix them! Put them down!"

"Mr. Oda Dazai doesn't understand anything at all, please don't let him try it! He can't give any meaningful advice and will only eat up all the few raw materials we have left."

"Dazai, Xiaoshan! Watch this guy, let him stay in the corner and don't move! Except for the breathing necessary to survive, if there is any other movement, bite boldly, and I will be the one who kills me!"

In the end, Marin still released a box of weapons to keep Dazai from interfering, and then put everything on the right track, and after a lot of hard work, he finally made a decent chocolate cake.

"Phew—it's finally finished." Looking at the hour hand that had reached the number four, Marin leaned on the refrigerator and didn't want to move, feeling that he was completely drained, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

It turns out that a man who can shoot accurately at [-] seconds really may not even be able to grasp the strength of applying cream... No wonder that guy Agang was so surprised when he received the birthday cake she made, and he was very careful when cutting the cake. The action is the same as splitting diamonds, and it is strictly forbidden for the guardians to use the cake to fight.

He must have tried to make cakes in the past, but he didn't know if the cake with the unsatisfactory appearance and taste was finally delivered to the person he wanted to give...

"Xiao~zhen~rin~ the cake is ready, now you can let me go!"

Dazai in the corner raised his hands pitifully, his slender figure huddled in a corner of the kitchen, in stark contrast to Xiaoshan who held his head high.

The man who squatted in the corner for a while looked pitiful. There were several burnt holes on his apron, and his fluffy black hair was still stained with whipped cream. He seemed to want to get the cream off. But because Xiaoshan, who was still burning with the clear flame on his claws, was staring at him closely, he had no choice but to keep this movement still.

It's rare to see Dazai's deflated appearance, and the exhaustion all over Zhen Rin's body seems to have flown away a little, thinking that it was the wisest decision I've ever made to choose the beautiful butterfly dog ​​Xiaoshan as my box weapon because I was greedy for beauty.

Thinking of this, Shin Rin took out his mobile phone and took a picture of Dazai's embarrassed appearance, which is rarely seen in a hundred years, before slowly putting Xiaoshan back in the box.

I have the black material, but it is not safe to keep it in my own hands alone. Do you want to send a copy of the gravity backup to the port Mafia~

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The sound of the doorbell pulled Zhen Rin back to his senses from the illusion of a beautiful future. Oda Saku heard the sound and glanced at the wall clock in the living room, and hung the clean rag in his hand on the faucet. After looking at it, after their unremitting efforts, it finally seemed normal. In the living room, let out a long breath.

"Finally packed up before Kosuke and the others came back. Fortunately, they came back a little later than usual today, otherwise it would have been too late." Walking out from behind the cooking counter in the kitchen, Odasaku was passing by Marin and Dazai He tilted his head and motioned for the two to go with him, "The more people there are at a party, the more lively it is. Let's make an appointment. Xingsuke and the others will be very happy to see you."

Odasaku's sincere words made people unable to think of refusing at all. Marin and Dazai looked at each other, took off their aprons and walked out behind Odasaku.

When passing by the dining table, Zhen Rin caught a glimpse of a white cloth the size of a handkerchief at the corner of the table, the corners of his mouth curled up, he picked up the white cloth and caught up with Dazai.

"Dazai, wipe the cream on your hair? It's not good to see the children in such a state of embarrassment." Marin said, handing over the cloth in his hand, motioning for him to wipe it.

But Dazai didn't reach out to take it, instead he raised his eyebrows and smiled pointedly: "It's okay, Xingsuke and the others are still young, so they won't think wrongly."

Marin, whose thoughts were originally pure: "..."

"Please don't spread your dirty adult thoughts where children play."

Marin took a step forward expressionlessly, pressed Dazai's shoulder firmly against the wall of the narrow passageway in the entrance, passed through his hair with his left hand and twisted the dirty strand, and held a towel-sized handkerchief in his right hand. The white cloth stretched over and hung over the side of his neck where the temperature was higher, and helped him wipe off the cream on the black hair bit by bit.

The sensitive place on the side of the neck is full of other people's breath, Dazai feels that his senses are infinitely magnified, and the slightly cool knuckles washed by the cold water occasionally rub the skin on the side of the neck with the movement, and there is a strange slight itching.

The scent of sweet cake with a faint citrus fragrance filled the nostrils, Dazai's voice darkened along with his tea-brown eyes, he moved his fingers against the cold wall, with a deep voice that only the two of them could hear Said: "Xiao Zhenlin, you are so kind to me, I just don't want to diverge my thinking~"

"Dazai, do you like to wipe your hair with a rag? I see, I'll tell Odasaku."

Marin, who was seriously wiping his hair, didn't notice the change in Dazai's mood, but just smiled slyly when he was done, and shook the white towel in his hand demonstratively.

"But the material of this dishcloth is really good, I didn't notice it when I first picked it up... Dazai, you don't blame me, do you?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Yokohama Night King was silent for a while, and then put on his impeccable smile again.

"Little Ma Rin, it's rare for you to be so enthusiastic in front of so many people, how can I blame you~"

Zhen Rin, who has not been complacent for three seconds: "..."

So many people... It's not what she thought!Could it be that Oda Saku had already opened the door, and the children at the door also saw this scene?

Tsk, the quality of Mr. Oda's house is too good, right?The sound of the door opening was so soft that she didn't notice it at all just now, which made the children have a bad impression of being connected with black mud when they met for the first time.

Biting her lips in annoyance, Shin Rin glared at Dazai and let him go, and then turned to face the entrance door with a gentle and friendly smile, intending to read out the self-introduction she had prepared—

"Hello——Gang?"