What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

Feng didn't expect that she really fell asleep last night.

With Kotaro still guarding the bedside.

She originally thought that the child would be sleepy soon, and after Xiaotaro fell asleep, she quietly put him on the bed and slept on the sofa by herself, but the result may be that the battle was too exhausting, and she just wanted to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep... and really fell asleep caught.

When she woke up in the morning, she could smell the aroma from the kitchen.

...wait, scent?

She has [-]% distrust of her own cooking skills. Feng has always relied on convenience stores and various semi-finished products to make a living. The only things she can use are microwave ovens and coffee machines.

It's just that she bought the necessary kitchen utensils under the supervision of Ling when she moved, and the gas stove and the like were brought in the room.

"Little Taro?!"

I saw the little boy who was less than Feng's waist standing on a small bench, waving a spatula to fry eggs and toast.

"Has Your Excellency Feng woke up?" He glanced back, "Please wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."

Feng watched helplessly as he skillfully turned the egg over with a spatula...the egg was not harmed in any way!A beautiful omelette intact!

Even though she had accepted the fact that she was not good at cooking, Feng couldn't help being stunned, she was even better than a five-year-old child!

At this time, Fengcai sincerely felt sorry for the home economics class he skipped in junior high school. In elementary school, he just made some gadgets that didn’t need to be fired. In high school, he was in the promotion class of Dongda University.

This has also led to Feng's culinary skills being at the stage of being able to eat.

"I found raw eggs and toast in your refrigerator, so I prepared a quick meal. Please don't hold it against me."

Looking at the yellow and half-fluid omelette on the white porcelain plate, and the toast baked to crisp, Feng fell into a deep silence.

She usually cracks eggs on the white rice bought at the convenience store and eats it, and takes the toast out of the refrigerator and stuffs it into her mouth...

Ah, totally lost.

"It's so delicious," Feng murmured, "It's even better than Muku's craftsmanship..."

"As soon as I entered the door, I heard you talking bad about me." There was a click from the entrance, "You bastard, you won't be brave again yesterday!"

Muku obviously stayed up all night in the Metropolitan Police Department, and came directly to Feng in the morning. He was wearing the uniform of the Metropolitan Police Department, with blue eye circles under his eyes, and his hair was only scratched by hand.

"If the Zhufu Police Department hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were injured... Huh!"

She snapped open the curtains.

"The sun is indeed coming out from the east today."

"You're actually eating breakfast! It's still freshly baked!... No, when did you have such a good skill?"

Muku pointed at Feng with trembling fingertips.

"Kotaro did it."

Feng poked open the trembling egg, and the golden egg liquid drenched the toast, complementing the red tomato sauce.

Muku slowly lowered his head and noticed Kotaro below.

"My lord, good day."

Kotaro bowed politely, and he heard Muku's stomach gurgling.

"Do you want breakfast, sir?"

……

"It's a big problem, Feng." Starling said on the dining table with deep eyes, "We lost to a child."

"It doesn't matter," Feng watched as Liang put away the tableware and put it into the sink, "the so-called specialization in art, he can't beat me."

"It's enough for you to be reduced to compete with a five-year-old child."

Under Muku's shocked eyes, Kotaro skillfully stood on the small bench and made two breakfasts, and finished eating with them, then he took the small bench - which he brought with him, and ran back to his room .

Muling followed, and when he came back, he told Feng that he seemed to be asleep.

"Seeing that you are alive and kicking around and someone is cooking breakfast, you are probably fine. I also want to sleep for a while... Feng, you are so right to rent a house near the Metropolitan Police Department. The bed in the lounge can't sleep anyone... "

The two youngsters didn't dislike anyone, so they took off their coats and fell on the bed.

"How did last night's results go?"

"Well, more than half of the victims have found their families, and it is estimated that they will be sent back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but there are still some black households and orphans who have been trafficked...should find a suitable orphanage."

"Those suspects are still in the interrogation room, and the boss of the aircraft head went in, as if he wanted to interrogate himself."

"Whoosh..."

Starling fell asleep, Feng walked lightly to the bedside with her right foot, helped her tuck the quilt, and then drew the curtains.

The room was plunged into warm darkness.

After the incident, Feng got a full week of paid vacation.

"Squeeze me, is this real?" Feng pulled Muling, "I feel like I've never seen so many holidays..."

"Hiss, you strike too hard!"

"It's nothing." Starling, who only had two days off, smiled, "It's just to keep you awake. If you don't want to have a vacation, you can come and help me with the documents."

"no need!"

Feng is worthy of being a talent who claims to be an alloy person. Generally, it takes at least a week for an ankle sprain. She only took two days for the swelling to subside, and she didn't look like a serious problem when walking.

I just don't know why, but when she left the Metropolitan Police Department, a boy with a big back looked at her with a particularly horrified expression. It is no exaggeration to say that it was like seeing a monster in a ghost movie appearing in reality.

But this is not something she has to worry about, Feng returned the high heels to the head of the class - it is said that these shoes were left by a certain female senior who had searched the fourth class, she also wore these shoes in the Yakuza Killed three in and three out.

"Speaking of which, the buns that day were very delicious," Feng asked the section chief, "Which police officer is that? The cooking skills are the same as professional ones."

"Oh, he was originally from Yuanyue Academy." The boss of the aircraft head just came out of the interrogation room. After two days of not taking care of himself, he was oiling and shaping his hair. Lost, was expelled from school, couldn't get along in the chef world, and became a policeman in a fit of anger."

And Feng Yue Academy's low cooking skills: Forget it, I shouldn't humiliate myself.

But if you lose, you have to quit the world of chefs... It's really a cruel world.

"I heard that you were injured, but now it seems that you are alive and well, and you are very energetic."

"Long time no see, Feng~"

Matsuda and Hagiwara specially came to visit the injured Feng today, and they brought a lot of things.

"Wow, it's hard to buy strawberries this season." Feng sat on the sofa and opened their visiting gifts. "Thank you very much! Hey, there's also beer."

"Ah, this is for us to drink." Matsuda lifted the bag, "As a patient, you should drink milk obediently."

After graduation, it was rare for them to get together, so they simply decided to take this opportunity to have dinner together.

"Huh? Did you mean to let me take a look before taking it away?"

"Who knows."

"I'm back!" Before a familiar quarrel was about to happen, Muling's voice came from the door, "Mom specially asked me to bring stew here."

"Auntie Mingpiao's handicraft, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

The small bachelor apartment was crowded with people, and it seemed to be particularly lively, even the air was a little hotter.

"That's right, I went to search the first class just now and gave Dad a share... They are still working overtime. Squad leader Date asked me to warn you to take a good rest."

Muku put the packed meals on the table one by one, and washed the strawberries sent by Hagiwara and the others and put them on the plate.

"dinner's ready!"

"I'm gonna start now!"

With a sense of ceremony, Feng yelled a sentence, and Feng picked up the chopsticks: "In the past, this sentence was said most often by Zero."

"I don't know where the two of them have gone now," Hagiwara praised Aunt Narubio's craftsmanship, "Murabio-san went to the intelligence team, do you have any clues?"

"It's not a clue, but do you know that there is a type of police who, after entering that department, will hide their whereabouts and tell their relatives that they have quit their jobs?"

"You mean the Ministry of Public Security?" Feng slowed down as he chewed the asparagus, "I met Jing Guang's brother before, and he said that the last time Jing Guang contacted him was when he was graduating."

"Maybe there must be a transition period," Hagiwara sighed, "otherwise it would be too fake to resign just after graduation... Some new recruits in the police station also left after a few months when they couldn't hold on anymore."

The work of the police is very hard, basically all year round, and they are called "tax thieves" from time to time, and the turnover rate has always been high.

But those who insist on staying are all worthy of respect.

"Based on this, I'm the most likely person to encounter them," Feng suddenly laughed. "When the time comes, shall I give them a punch...or arrest them directly?"

Although this was a joke, but if they were sent undercover by the Ministry of Public Security, it would be easier for Feng, who was on the front line of negotiating with Yakuza, to meet them.

"Pfft, it's fun to think about that scene," Matsuda stretched out a fist, "You can't let them be suspected by letting water!"

"Of course not!"

"Ah."

In an unknown Internet cafe, browsing the webpage about the latest news about the police, Furuya Rei—or rather, Amuro Toru, wiped the tip of his nose.

I always feel like someone is talking bad about him.

There were no pictures in the news, only words, but the cracking of this human trafficking incident also aroused large-scale social attention, and the police were highly praised for their quick actions.

"Quite capable, that guy."

Lifting up his blond hair, he fell on his back in the small cubicle, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a different flash of light in the smoky blue eyes, and he exhaled lightly, as if he had temporarily escaped from something heavy and dark.

"Then I must not hold back."