Hong Kong and black temporary workers

This is a small tavern, but the decoration is exquisite, the lighting is ambiguous and dim, and after entering the door, a few steps up is the transparent glass bar. Behind the bar is a boss who is struggling with his mobile phone with his head bowed. The suspended iron frame is full of wine, occasionally mixed with a few bottles of juice, under the iron frame is a row of cabinets, and on the far right of the bar is a small space filled with ice, with a few bottles inserted in it for display. liquor.

It was afternoon, and there were no guests in the tavern, only a few boys gathered together, and there were several glasses of colorful drinks on the table in front of them.

And the tavern owner was crackling and playing games behind the bar, and the sound of gunshots was endless.

"Hey, tell me, is the boss an adult?"

"I don't know, it looks so small."

The owner of the tavern is a young girl with black hair and almond eyes, cute and beautiful face, like a sister next door.

Her boss finished a round of the game, looked at the noisy boys, put down the phone, lowered his head and took out the tea set, and sighed, "A group of brats——"

"You are about the same age as them, hey, Wang Shu." His voice was calm, with a bit of a child's crispness.

The boss had already boiled the water, and looked up at the speaker, "Mr. Feng...you are here. Have you been to Japan recently?"

Standing on a high chair by the bar was a baby-like figure.

Wearing a red Tang suit, a ponytail, big phoenix eyes curved, showing a gentle smile like a trickle.

"Yeah. I thought you were in Yokohama, so I came to see you. It's been two years."

The boss also laughed. She was obviously very cute when she smiled, and she could see two small canine teeth, "Because this place is very interesting, and there seems to be some magical things. I want to see more, and I will leave after a while. Yes Now, why are you here?"

"Have you found it yet? I don't have anything to do. I just take Yiping around to practice." Feng looked at the girl in front of him and rolled up his long sleeves, "What about you, have you lost your skills?"

The boss showed a dazed expression, and then answered Feng's concern, "Of course not. Don't worry, this disciple is very reliable."

Feng nodded indulgently, "Okay."

You are right.

At this time, the group of boys was about to leave, and it was the boy who hit up a conversation just now who came to pay the bill together, and he looked at Xiang Feng full of curiosity.

"Boss...is it possible that this..."

"It's my teacher." After the boss finished speaking, he looked at Feng with a smile, collected the money and left the seat, walked briskly to clear the table, and answered casually.

"Huh? The boss is really humorous." The boy didn't bother, and left with his friends laughing.

The boss raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It was taken as a joke." Feng laughed.

"Yes." The boss went to the back kitchen with a bunch of cups, and sighed helplessly when he came out, "How can you say that no one believes the truth?"

Feng shook his head helplessly, how many ordinary people know about Alcobaleno.

The sound of boiling water gradually changed from a "hissing" sound to a soft splashing sound, and finally subsided slowly, with a muffled tripping sound,

"Master is in a hurry, so I won't prepare honest Kung Fu tea."

The boss said seriously while pouring water.

Feng touched Rich, who had jumped onto the table, and kept him away from the boiling water, "It's okay. Apprentice tea is also good."

The boss didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were raised a little more. After putting away the things, he walked out of the bar and closed the door. He put up a sign saying that it was temporarily closed.

"Is it okay to close the door so early?" Feng asked softly, putting down his teacup.

"It's okay. Except for you, Master, who came to me for something, and those students who skipped classes, how can anyone come to the tavern during the daytime on weekdays." The boss waved his hand casually, and sat on the chair in front of the bar, Holding the transparent glass surface with his arms, his face with his hands, he stretched out a finger to tease the little monkey Richie.

A few strands of black hair swayed in front of the girl's face as she tilted her head.

"That's true." Feng nodded in agreement, "But I always feel that you seem to have a talent for meeting strange people."

Accompanied by these words came a knock on the door.

The boss who just said that no one would come to the tavern during the day, but was slapped in the face by the speed of light, twitched his mouth, glanced at the person outside the glass door, and immediately showed disgust.

"Looks like someone you know?" Feng understood.

"I don't know!" The boss immediately retorted, then discouraged by Feng's see-through eyes, rubbed her temples, the pain and helplessness were clearly visible on her fair face, she struggled to stand up, and slowly moved towards the door.

If it wasn't for the fear that their store would be smashed——

Feng took a sip of tea and did not move, intending to take a closer look at the guy who was disliked by his apprentice.

The boss opened the door violently, turned around immediately, without even looking at the door, "People with bandages are not allowed to enter!"

"Hey—boss is too much! I always prefer Odasaku." It was a falsely sweet tone that was pretending to be frivolous, like tenderness, but under careful scrutiny, it was not that at all.

Feng Feng frowned involuntarily.

He turned his head to look, and saw a thin young man in a black windbreaker with a handsome appearance. Most of the exposed skin was wrapped with bandages, and his right eye was also covered with layers of bandages. He looked like a sick and beautiful young man.

However, he is also a young man with nothing in his eyes, exuding a dark and dangerous aura, which will make ordinary people fear.

Is Dazai Osamu of Hong Kong black....

Feng turned his head and took another sip of tea. Compared to that, the red-haired man looked more comfortable.Although his face was expressionless and a bit dazed, there seemed to be some murderous aura on his body that was about to dissipate.

A killer who doesn't wash his hands?

Feng has secretly made an assessment.

"Dazai, if you don't always ask for a dish soap cocktail at my place, I'd be happy to receive you." The boss gave Dazai a look, although it was not intimidating at all, on the contrary it was a bit like a kitten throwing a tantrum, "You This practice is completely disrespectful to wine."

"When it comes to alcohol, I want to stay the same." The red-haired man called Odasaku smiled connivingly at the two older children who often quarreled, "Dazai, what do you drink?"

"Hmm, fine. Then I'll have a dish soap cocktail!" Dazai said with a smile.

The boss twitched the corners of his mouth at Dazai's request, nodded slightly towards the wind, reassuring him, then returned to the small area surrounded by the bar, took out the shaker, ice filter and other auxiliary equipment, and took out the Brandy and agave.

Odasaku only needs brandy, in fact, he only needs to add ice hockey.

but……

"A new cognac is here today, do you want to try Odasaku?" The boss opened the bottle of cognac while taking out the refrigerated juice and ice cubes.

She took a deep sniff, smelled the aroma of grapes, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Eh? I don't have enough money." Odasaku was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head helplessly.

"I'll pay~" Dazai stretched out his paw voluntarily.

"It's okay, the price is the same. I'll pay you for the extra. —— Dazai, when did you get rich?" The boss looked suspiciously at Dazai.

She poured a glass of golden wine for herself and Odasaku, and used a tulip flower-shaped goblet, which is rare.

It's never been an ordinary cup before.

"I've always been rich!" Dazai said with a smile.

Boss, the boss thought about the heroic credit history of this guy, and decided to believe him.

The teapot in front of the wind has been filled with boiling hot water, and the teacup has been filled again.

The shaker was spinning back and forth in the hands of the boss, as freely as a student turning a pen in class.

Dazai obediently propped his face up to watch the boss bartending, "No matter how many times you watch it, the bartending process of the boss is very handsome."

"Even if you praise me so much, you should pay, but not less." The boss was very calm, "It happens that you have money, so you should pay off the debt."

"Eh? Odasaku, the boss bullied me!" Dazai pursed his lips, and immediately complained to Odasaku.

"No. It should be based on the price, and it should be repaid in debt." Odasaku said quite well.

"Odasaku is too good." Dazai's lips curved down, his eyelids drooped, and he looked sad.

Feng was noncommittal about this kind of drama actor's behavior and did not make any remarks.

"You all have muffins in a while, don't pretend to cry." The boss poured the mixture of orange juice and agave into a tall champagne glass, and finally let the pomegranate juice slowly stay with the glass wall.

Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, withdrew his magical powers, and revealed his true laziness. He lay on the bar counter and watched the formation of this glass of cocktail, and said slowly.

"This scarlet liquid flows down, it's so beautiful. Will death be so beautiful?"

"No. It's just like rotten petals, rotten stinky fish." The boss said lightly, with a calm face on his slightly drooping face, and it could even be said to be quiet, "It's summer, refreshing dragon tongue Lan Sunrise, remember to pay the bill."

Dazai responded with a "hey hey", and moved back his glass of wine. Under the light, the wall of the glass refracted beautiful light.

"The boss is so experienced."

The boss ignored him.Leaving the three of them here, they ran to the back kitchen on their own, probably to get the muffins she was eating.

"It's the Son of the Rainbow." Dazai put down his wine glass, his cold eyes were undisguised, "So the boss is from Pengo Lie."

"No." Feng slowly drank the good apprentice oolong tea, with a warm smile, "I just happened to have a cup of tea."

Feng Dao, "Speaking of which, I'm not from Vongola either. It's you in front of me, the candidate for the cadre of the port mafia—"

"Dazai-ji, right?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and showed a subtle smile. He looked gentle and loved, as if he was full of tenderness, but when he looked carefully, he could see the black mud under the skin.

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