The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

"Miss Oda is too much, you actually want me to admit to my face that I'm 'not good'?"

Osamu Dazai's voice sounded more like coquettish than complaining.It would probably look a little more normal if his subtle choice of words were not taken into account.

Oda Miyuki blinked.

"It seems that it is really so bad that there is no cure."

After a few seconds, she came to a conclusion on her own.

"..." Osamu Dazai.

"Every time Mr. Dazai doesn't want to talk about something, he will deliberately use the opposite method to try to divert attention from the 'previous thing'." The girl said very calmly, "'About cooking, will I Make it hard for you?"

Dazai fell silent.

After half a minute, he suddenly exhaled softly.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just..." The young man raised his head and watched the sky flow between the buildings, which was neither wide nor narrow. "Although it was only a few years ago, but looking back at those times, the distant Just like in my previous life."

Oda Miyuki looked at him.

Before they knew it, the two had already reached the door of the unit.Because the corridor is relatively narrow, it is impossible to go in side by side like before.

So Osamu Dazai took half a step behind, watching the girl walk into the corridor first.When she stepped onto the first step, she turned her head instinctively to see if he was following.

So the young man smiled.

"Well, when I was about fifteen or sixteen years old, I would think about some philosophical and metaphysical things." They turned around the stairs between the first and second floors, and Dazai Osamu's steady voice sounded in the corridor, "For example , 'People always feel a little scared of narcotic poisoning, in fact, alcohol is no different, but people are surprisingly tolerant of alcohol'."

Oda Miyuki thought for a while: "It makes sense."

"That's right." The young man who got the approval became happy, "So I invented a new dish - I used anesthetics instead of wine as a condiment, and cooked it carefully for ten hours. I want to try it, can I eat it? Get people drunk."

Oda Miyuki asked logically: "How was the result?"

The young man sighed: "I don't remember."

Oda Miyuki: "?"

"Because no one wanted to try it, I had to finish it myself. But after I ate it all—the memory disappeared."

Oda Miyuki thought for a while: "Disappeared? Is it the kind that I don't remember at all? How many days in total?"

"It's as if it has been completely erased from the drawing board. The time, it should be three days."

"Three days... is a long time." The girl murmured to herself, and suddenly looked back, "Maybe, this means you have succeeded?"

The young man looked at her for a few seconds, then nodded vigorously: "I think so too!"

"Right."

"Yeah... watch out for the steps, Miyuki-chan!"

Oda Miyuki staggered a bit, because of the young man's "reminder", his steps, which would have been no problem at all, almost knocked on the concrete sill of the upper level.

When she managed to stand still and maintain a half-turned posture, she met Dazai Osamu's eyes of "I told you to be careful".

Oda Miyuki: "..."

Fine.

"Speaking of... if you want to see the result, even if there is no one else, Mr. Dazai can get a camera in advance and adjust it to recording mode."

The two fell silent for a brief moment, and then Oda Miyuki spoke.Considering that the time mentioned by the other party was six or seven years ago, she deliberately replaced "mobile phone" with "camera".

"..."

The youth's footsteps stopped suddenly.

"That's right! Why didn't I think of it at the time." Osamu Dazai hung the shopping on one arm, and leaned forward with the other arm on the stairs, bending forward in a standard frustration, "Damn it, it was really a mistake... "

"Then what happened afterwards? According to Mr. Dazai, it should be a while since I have cooked."

Seeing that the other party was about to take root in the stairwell, Oda Miyuki hurriedly interrupted.This time she waited for a while before a young voice sounded behind her:

"Later, the company participated in peer competition, and there were many layoffs and job hopping. I originally planned to find another place, but I didn't expect my boss to retire early, so I had to take over the other party's job."

"...then it got busy and I didn't have much time to do it."

"It sounds very twists and turns." The girl thought about the question of "how to get promoted in the special service industry", and she simply threw it aside after no results. "Then you said that you encountered vicious competition from your peers?"

The young man reacted for a few seconds, as if he suddenly remembered this setting: "Yes."

"so……"

They walked while talking, and looked up to the fifth floor.There are three families on this floor. On the left is the rented place of Oda Miyuki, and on the right is Ye Nakura - Orihara Rinya.And the house in the middle has been vacant for a while.

Because the location of the community is neither awkward nor awkward, and there are rumors that large-scale demolition is about to happen, it is very common for residents to be vacant for a short period of time.

In the past, Oda Miyuki didn't think there was a problem, but after Orihara Rin also lost his horse, she had to suspect that the other party rented the remaining two rooms directly.

While thinking, the girl fumbled for the key in the bag with one hand.The young man stopped behind her, looked down at the door lock, and said casually: "It's the old type of lock ten years ago...the security is so low. Speaking of which, the house here is worse than Miss Oda's in Yokohama. The house is quite old."

"Because it's just a temporary rental, so I didn't think too much about the environment." Miyuki Oda took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, "I haven't encountered any problems in the past two years—Mr. Dazai can tell the type of lock ?"

"I was more interested in these things for a while," Osamu Dazai said half-truthfully, "Ah, it's on."

As his voice fell, the key turned into the lock with a "click", and the door opened a crack.

Three minutes later, Oda Miyuki put the ingredients into the kitchen, put on the apron by the door, washed his hands and prepared to cook.

Osamu Dazai had already walked around the restaurant, and was about to poke his head into the guest room to have a look.Hearing the movement from the kitchen, he slipped over in two or three steps.

"Miss, do you want to cook now?"

As he spoke, he poked his head out from behind the other party.Before he could see what the girl was doing, a mouthful was stuffed into his half-open mouth, "...uh, what is it-uh."

"Salt and monosodium glutamate are caught in the tofu slices." Oda Miyuki withdrew his hand and continued cutting the remaining tofu without looking back.The young man next to him bulged his cheeks, chewing the food in his mouth.

"Gu, um, it's delicious. It's better to have more MSG." Osamu Dazai swallowed a mouthful of tofu, and perseveringly leaned over to look at the things on the chopping board, "Is it tofu to be put in curry? This taste It's kind of special, I've never had it before."

"The first store in the vegetable market outside the community," Oda Miyuki said skillfully, obviously knowing the address well, "The tofu at this store is more seasoned than traditional ones, and you have to queue for half an hour each time to buy it. Count on you Luckily, there was a piece left yesterday, which can be cooked in curry rice."

Osamu Dazai thought about it for a while, and then seemed to think of something: "However, if you use this kind of tofu for curry rice, will the taste be a bit stronger?"

The girl turned her head at this moment, but she only glanced at him before turning around again.She glanced around the chopping board, and finally reached for the carrot on the side:

"How should I put it, I have indeed learned very traditional curry, but the kind I often eat is improved from the method of the owner—the western restaurant I mentioned to you before."

Osamu Dazai nodded, remembering that the other party couldn't see him, he hummed again: "Speaking of which, Ms. Oda said earlier 'the biggest brother in the family', do you have many brothers and sisters?"

Oda Miyuki had just held the radish, and reacted for a second when he heard this question.The answer had slipped to her lips, but at this moment, she suddenly had the idea of... a joke.

"That's right." The girl brought the radish over, "I'm the eldest sister in the family, and I have fifteen younger siblings."

The people behind were stunned and lost all movement in an instant.

Oda Miyuki suppressed a smile, and before he could say anything else, he heard a tragic cry from the young man: "Fifteen?! Miyuki-chan, what happened to your father and Lingtang..."

The girl tried her best to smooth the corners of her mouth, and sighed deeply: "Actually, I have never had a mother since I was a child. When my father was young, he often went in and out of some... special places, and I was there when he was a teenager. When he passed the age of 20 After that, there were more and more younger siblings in the family.”

She controlled her expression, and looked back with emotion: "So Dazai, when I knew your occupation, I actually thought of my father..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The black-haired young man stood behind her, looking down with a sad expression and deep pity.It's like walking through the street in the bitter and rainy autumn, and seeing a young chick waiting to be fed in the abandoned bird's nest next to it.

Oda Miyuki had an illusion: if he said (made up) a few more words, the other party might shed two lines of tears on the spot.

"Miss Oda..." Osamu Dazai sniffled, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to touch your heart. If you mind, let's not talk about it, okay?"

Oda Miyuki: "..."

It seems that I accidentally played it off, what should I do now?

In fact, girls rarely joke with people like this.For all strangers, even 90.00% of acquaintances, she will keep a little distance.

Some are physical and some are psychological.

Only when she gets close to a certain degree, for example, with the group of little radish heads at home, will the girl show her... not so "stable" side of her character.

Therefore, Oda Miyuki herself was a little surprised - she actually joked with her boyfriend who had not been dating for a long time so naturally.

Is it too natural to get along with each other...or...

"I'm sorry, Dazai." In any case, the girl can't let the misunderstanding continue to develop, "Actually, I was joking. I do have many younger brothers and sisters, but we were all picked up by Asuke - my father, he is ours adoptive father."

Osamu Dazai blinked, with an expression of whether he believed it or not.

A certain "culprit" had no choice but to put down the kitchen knife, and spent three whole pages of truthful words before the other party reluctantly expressed his trust.

Five minutes later, the exhausted girl picked up the washed radish, chopped off the head and tail with two knives, and then began to chop into pieces.The rejuvenated young man glanced at the ingredients in the bag and volunteered, "Let me help the lady wash the vegetables~"

"..." Oda Miyuki glanced at him.

"Don't be like this, Miyuki-chan, I will still do things like washing vegetables." Osamu Dazai took out the small cucumbers he bought from the bag, moved them to the sink and started rinsing, "And if I really want to say... If it's just 'put The food is cooked' this level of cooking, I will not be unable to do it."

"Then you are awesome." Oda Miyuki read out.

"..." Osamu Dazai stared at her for a while, trying to salvage his cooking skills, "Also, I am very good at making tofu. Among the colleagues I have worked with, I should be the person who is the best at making tofu—— It's really true."

"Okay." Oda Miyuki put down the kitchen knife, "Since this is the case, it's not that I can't trust you."

Osamu Dazai: "Huh?"

The girl blinked: "I'm going to cut the chicken, and Mr. Dazai will leave the task of washing the onions."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai felt aggrieved: "That's great."