Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

Chu Shu rented a one-bedroom apartment. The house is not big, and it is only about [-] square meters including the balcony.Although the housing prices in Yokohama were not as scary as those in Tokyo next door, they were not much cheaper. Although the house he rented was in the outskirts of the city, since the subway was connected here, the housing prices along the line have been rising gradually.

But thanks to his face, Chu Shu only rented this house at half the market price.

The moment the door was opened, the black-haired boy following Chu Shu smelled a faint bitter fragrance, like the smell of bamboo.

Dazai raised his head, and there was a string of small wind chimes made of bamboo hanging on the wall of the entrance, the bitter fragrance just now came from this string of wind chimes.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but after seeing this string of wind chimes, his heart seemed to calm down a lot.

"Bamboo is a good thing. It can not only calm people down, but also absorb formaldehyde in the room by the way."

Chu Shu bent down and took out a pair of clean cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entrance and handed them to the young man behind him, "There is an old saying in our country that 'cold starts from the feet', now that the weather is getting cold, let's put on cotton slippers, Save yourself the trouble of old cold legs in the future."

The brand-new cotton slippers had two cute giant pandas painted on them. Dazai looked down at the pair of cotton slippers for a while, and finally put them on silently without saying anything.

The house was small in size, but it was tidy and tidy, so clean that it didn't look like a room for a single man.

Chu Shu walked to the living room, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and turned on the TV. Then he looked at the black-haired boy behind him, "You watch TV here first, and I'll prepare our dinner."

The boy nodded silently.

After Chu Shu walked into the kitchen, Dazai looked at Masked Rider playing on the TV, and a trace of undisguised dislike flashed in his kite-colored eyes.

Dazai got up from the sofa and walked around the narrow room.

very common.

This is his first impression of this place, except that it looks cleaner than the average house, there is nothing special about it.

It's like a place where ordinary people live.

But the people who live here don't look like ordinary people...

Dazai walked to the balcony, where there were pots of thriving peppers, shallots and garlic, and looking closer, there seemed to be a few pots of small tomatoes that were not growing well.

The boy carefully avoided these cute little plants, went straight to the railing of the balcony, and looked down.

There is no star or moon tonight, the dark night is like a mass of thick ink that cannot be melted away, the world outside the balcony is like a huge mouth of an abyss with no end, from which sweet and delicious whispers come, every sound They are all guiding and tempting the young man to jump down from there and fall into the embrace of the abyss.

The iris-colored pupils were stained with the darkness of the night, and the boy took his own steps.

"Zaizai."

Suddenly a clear and clear voice came from behind, and the whispers in the young man's ear disappeared like a tide, leaving only the clear and clear sound of insects coming from nowhere.

"It happens that you are on the balcony, help me pinch some shallots here."

A black-haired young man wearing a pink panda apron was standing at the door of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, obviously on the way to cook.

After saying this, Chu Shu turned around and re-entered the kitchen to continue his unfinished business of dinner.

Dazai turned his head to look at the dark night behind him, silently took back the steps he had taken, and then looked down at the shallots and garlic growing happily on the balcony...

"I let you pinch, but didn't let you pull out..."

Chu Shu looked at the few shallots that had been uprooted by the young man, and held his forehead helplessly.

"It's more convenient and won't get your hands dirty."

The boy responded lightly.

Chu Shu raised his eyebrows, and he knew that this young man should have been living a pampered and wealthy life before, and it was too troublesome to pinch a shallot.

"Forget it, you'd better go out and watch TV."

Chu Shu directly pushed the man out of the kitchen, and reminded him by the way, "The railing on the balcony is a bit old. When you go to the balcony, be careful and don't lie on it."

He lived on the [-]th floor, and [-]% hiccupped when he fell.

"By the way, let's have hot pot tonight."

Chu Shu rolled up the sleeves of the sweater, and looked across at the young man who suddenly fell into deep thought for some reason.

"Can you eat spicy food?"

The boy hesitated for a while, then shook his head, "Not really."

"What's the matter?"

Chu Shu raised his right hand and gave the boy a thumbs up, "Our family has a mandarin duck pot."

……

About an hour later, Dazai looked at the steaming hot pot in front of him. The round pot was divided into two halves by a stainless steel partition.

It's just that it doesn't matter which half is rolling the red spicy soup at the moment, the difference is probably only that the bottom of the pot on his side looks a little lighter than the bottom of the pot on the opposite side.

The so-called mandarin duck pot is half mildly spicy and half extra spicy.

Growing up in Japan, Dazai boy who ate nothing more bland Japanese food had never seen such a battle. Before he picked up the chopsticks, he was stimulated/excited by the spicy smell of peppercorns and peppers. I sneezed several times and my nose was red.

"These just look spicy, but they don't taste spicy at all."

Chu Shu smiled and used unused chopsticks to fish out a piece of cooked fat beef from the bottom of the slightly spicy pot and put it in the boy's bowl, "Taste this fat beef, fresh ingredients just bought from the supermarket, Ba fits very well."

Dazai hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the piece of fat beef in the bowl with his chopsticks, and slowly brought it to his mouth.

……

A few minutes later, Chu Shu knocked on the bathroom door with a box of antidiarrheal medicine and a glass of water.

"Zai Zai, take some medicine."