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"The trick to making firm tofu is not only to consider the step of pressing with heavy objects, but also to pay special attention to the proportion of ingredients at the beginning. The most critical thing is moisture."

In the tofu workshop specially opened by the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters Building, Osamu Dazai held a measuring cup and explained it carefully like a rigorous chemistry teacher.

The stone mill for artificially grinding soybeans is placed in the center of the room, and four strong members of Hong Kong gangsters replace the tired Atsushi Nakajima, spinning continuously and endlessly at a constant speed.

A fully automatic refining machine was huddled in a corner. Osamu Dazai only tried it out once, but he disliked the soulless and poor taste of the machine, so he just threw it away.

There are rows of large boxes along the wall, and the boxes contain soybeans soaked in water. Osamu Dazai personally selected four high-quality soybeans from different origins, which he called "the delicious hope of the howling of the four dead souls" .Although it is inexplicable, it can indeed grind out quite delicious soy milk.

Beside the bean dregs storage area, there are many weird things that don’t look like they would be used for making tofu, such as green pebbles, black leaves, pink weird slime, yellow oval particles, and so on.

Osamu Dazai boldly added everything into the production process, or dissolved it on the test bench to make additives, which makes one wonder whether the final tofu product will contain severe toxicity.

"Dun-kun, you will fail this time because you failed to grasp the ratio of water." Osamu Dazai threw away the measuring cup, walked to another table very pickily, lifted the white cloth to check the tofu covered under it, slowly Shake your head slowly.

He has already practiced the ability to tell the quality of tofu at a glance, just like an experienced tofu Xi Shi.

"Readjust the recipe and do it again."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima replied tremblingly.

"Ah? Call me the leader, kid, do you want to be killed?" Nakahara Nakaya, who was wearing a white dust jacket and protected the inner clothes properly, snarled rudely and wiped his face with his hands The bean dregs on the top.

Because he was forced to accompany Osamu Dazai to improve the production process of firm tofu for several days, Zhong Yuanzhong has become like an old farmer in the countryside. His whole body is covered with stains of bean dregs, and the ochre-colored hair is covered with powder ash. A simple and honest look of embarrassment.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't vent his bad mood on the tofu, he could only make his every sentence full of gunpowder.

"Okay, okay, Chuya, it won't be good if your saliva falls into the soy milk." Osamu Dazai comforted him softly, his eyes fixed on the cauldron of soy milk next to Chuya Nakahara's head for a moment. Health issues are very concerned.

The pot is very big, and the body is very high, so the upper edge has reached Nakahara Chuya's chin, making the dwarf even more petite.

Nakahara also noticed the smile in Osamu Dazai's eyes, subconsciously wanted to jump up and throw a flying kick.But before he could act, the heat from the cauldron beside him and the faint scent of lemon brought him back to his senses.

There was a layer of white froth floating on the surface of the soybean milk boiling in the pot, and Keijiro Kajii, who was arrested next to him, was scooping up the white froth with a look of lovelessness, and the lemon scent wafted from him.

Kajii Keijiro is a tall, thin man with a height of 1.8 meters. He has short brown hair and eyes that are blocked by goggles so that people can't see the color clearly. He likes to wear long green scarves and two-tooth clogs.

After Mori Ogai passed away, he was depressed for a while. He shut himself up in the laboratory every day to make explosions, and he didn’t like to engage in social experiments as much as he used to when he occasionally went on missions. This may be a good thing for Hong Kong gangsters. .

In short, because Kajii Keijiro was considered an idler in Hong Kong, he was arrested to do idle things.

When Chuya Nakahara came back to his senses, Osamu Dazai had already stood in front of the test bench and began to study further improvement plans for the additive.When Osamu Dazai dropped a tube of dark green liquid into a cup of light brown fine powder, a handful of black ominous smoke rose up.

If there was any doubt before, Zhongyuanzhong can now be sure that they are developing highly poisonous hard tofu to poison someone.Or the kind that can be picked up as a brick once the poison is not dead.

However, Osamu Dazai suddenly wanted to do poisoning with such high interest, and he seemed to be in a good mood, no matter how you think about it, it's tricky.

The most bizarre thing is that Osamu Dazai already had a hard tofu recipe at the beginning, and all the work he is doing now is to upgrade and improve on the basis of that recipe.

So, where did Osamu Dazai get the original recipe?Why do you look like you have a lot of experience and have made tofu by yourself?It can't be born knowing it.

Ah, I remembered, this guy sneaked out to meet someone before, did he get the tofu recipe and learn how to make it?So as soon as I came back, I was eager to make improvements, in fact, it was to show courtesy!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and Nakahara Nakaya walked up to Osamu Dazai, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked, "Do you want to invite someone to eat hard tofu?"

"Yes, but you are not allowed to inquire about this matter." Osamu Dazai replied.

Sure enough, he was in a good mood, even when he said "no comment", his tone was brisk.

"Cut, I'm too lazy to ask." Nakahara Chuya seemed to be fighting against something in the air, and immediately turned and left beside Osamu Dazai.

But he didn't go far, still staying in the tofu workshop with a stinky face.The sense of responsibility makes him do his best to protect the safety of the leader, even if he himself wants to be the first to kill the leader.

When the hard tofu improvement project presided over by the gangster leader announced the completion of the project, there were already hills of hard tofu piled up in the tofu workshop, all of which were judged by Dazai Osamu as defective products that were not hard enough or not fragrant enough.

The only qualified product is packed in a white dinner plate, illuminated and covered with a gauze, like an ingenious treasure on earth.

Atsushi Nakajima, who has no appreciation for works of art, almost cried with joy, and a special sense of accomplishment emerged spontaneously.

During this period of time, Atsushi Nakajima was required by Osamu Dazai to participate in every step of making tofu, and he did not know how many catties of soy milk were produced just by grinding.Now Atsushi Nakajima is also a tofu master, and he can make high-quality firm tofu with his eyes closed.

It was so uplifting for a teenager who lacked self-confidence.

"Defective products can't be wasted, take them out and share them with everyone." Osamu Dazai ordered lightly.

At that moment, even Kijiro Kajii, who had no interest in caring about other matters, thought that the leader was planning to clean Hong Kong gangsters thoroughly.

Then, Osamu Dazai happily pointed to the qualified product on the dinner plate: "Anyone want to try it? Hurry up and try it. This is a masterpiece made by our joint efforts. Whether it is hardness or aroma, it is perfect. Triple the increase!"

Nakahara Nakaya quietly hid behind Nakajima Atsushi.

Short stature has this kind of advantage. When you need to hide, you can just stand behind anyone, and you don't even need to squat down. It's just perfect—ah!What a yarn!

Zhongyuan also gritted his teeth.Sure enough, the tofu made by Osamu Dazai had an initial reference. Otherwise, how could we come to the conclusion that the hardness and aroma have been tripled?

This is too curious, who is that invisible person that Osamu Dazai is secretly contacting?

Now Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't think it's a girlfriend anymore, or at least it's not just a girlfriend.Perhaps Master Poison?Or a black ninja?The patriarch of the family who has studied hidden weapons for generations?

Chuya Nakahara thought about it more and more, and Osamu Dazai looked around with a smile, and fixed his eyes on Atsushi Nakajima: "Then Atsushi, do you want to try it? I see that you are already eager to try it."

"Okay, okay." Atsushi Nakajima suspected that his teeth were shaking, and he didn't dare to say "no" at all.

In fact, Atsushi Nakajima really wants to try a little bit.Because the firm tofu is really fragrant, just smelling the smell makes me feel happy!

Moreover, after all, I participated in the production by myself, and there is a feeling of trust in it.

Atsushi Nakajima stretched out his hand, picked up the tofu as if obsessed, and really opened his mouth to bite.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath nervously.

Kajii Keijiro slipped out silently.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Osamu Dazai asked excitedly.

"..." Atsushi Nakajima covered his mouth and bent down.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought to himself that this idiot boy must be poisoned.

After a while, Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth vaguely: "I jumped to the teeth..."

It's not poisonous hair?Zhong Yuanzhong also expressed surprise.

"Eh? You can't even stand Tiger's teeth?" Dazai Osamu showed a troubled expression.

But soon he was happy again.Because he knew that Oda Saku would never dislike him.

Nakahara Chuya asked in a complicated mood: "Is the matter about tofu over?"

"Almost." Osamu Dazai said, "Hurry up and distribute the tofu to everyone. It will turn sour after a long time. I'll stay here and make it myself."

If you want to give Odasaku tofu, you must make it yourself.

The author has something to say: After that, all black people in Hong Kong suffered from tofu PTSD