mediocre novelist

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When I got home, I planned to go to the study to write an episode of "Beiguolu", but when I opened the door, I found a black-hearted little rabbit Zaizhi

Are my locks too easy to pick?Or did I give too much freedom?

The black-haired and black-hearted rabbit was lying on the sofa watching the replay of the "Autumn Selection" live broadcast, and when he found out that I was back, he greeted me normally

Do you have a lot of question marks, kid?

anyway i have

"What do you want to ask?" Dazai Osamu's tone was as frivolous as ever, he found my doubts from my silence

"Ah...why did you show up at my house, isn't it?" I scratched my head, sat next to him, and watched me show my skills on the TV. "Is it a very leisurely job for Hong Kong and black cadres?"

"No." As if remembering something, Osamu Dazai said with a smile in his tone, "If someone else shared the work for you, you wouldn't be able to be busy no matter what?"

Zhongye was persecuted again, it was really miserable.I meditate in my heart

"Then it's time for me to ask, Yuansheng, you never said you can cook." Osamu Dazai used an uncharacteristically sweet tone like the famous dessert Longyin Strawberry

No, this level of sweetness...should have added three pots of sugar more than Longyin Strawberry.I was caught by Osamu Dazai the moment I was distracted

i saw him smiling

"Yeah? Are you tired?"

Of course I dare not say something like "Yeah, what's the problem?" After all, Osamu Dazai can't be fooled by such words

Well, in this case, telling the truth is the best solution.

"how to say……"

"uh-huh?"

"Some unpleasant things happened in the past, so I rarely cook now."

I have always known that my talent can sometimes hurt others, even if such behavior is not from my heart, I still subconsciously don't want to show my talent in front of others

Writing is an exception. Not long after my book was published, a reader named "midori" left a message saying that he found his ideal in my article①

It turns out that my talents are still useful.At that time, I couldn't help but feel happy, and my attitude towards my talent changed from "slightly disgusted" to "seems worthy of joy"

Later, the detective novelist with the pseudonym "Lanfeng" closed his pen because he lost in the competition with me. At that time, I was extremely poor in mental endurance, and it was also because of the comment of "midori" that I was determined to continue writing no matter what happened. idea of ​​going down

After I got the supernatural power, I no longer worry about these problems, and I can be regarded as gradually living an "ordinary life"

"What would you like to eat now?" I asked

"I thought you were going to seal the sword after today." Osamu Dazai said

"If it's your request, Dazai, I can cook." I said, "For me now, what I can't give up is 'writing'."

"Sure enough, it's very delicate for a novelist to cook." Then I heard Dazai Osamu suddenly realize: "Why don't I cook for you next time."

No, the combination of mafia and kitchen is also very subtle!But I can't say no to Osamu Dazai's face

Damn, why am I so weak!

When Osamu Dazai served the soup he made, I really wanted to use supernatural powers to reverse history

I regret it now, regret it very much, regret it quite a bit, I shouldn't have agreed to let Osamu Dazai into the kitchen!

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai saw the hesitation on my face, so he made me a bowl of soup himself, "Drink it while it's hot."

On the surface, this soup is not that different from ordinary soup (if you ignore the large number of ingredients in the soup), the smell is even more so, this soup smells a bit tempting

As the saying goes, the sea water cannot be measured, and the soup and medicine cannot be drunk indiscriminately.

Although it looks normal no matter how you look at it, my intuition tells me that I can't drink this bowl of soup

I feel that something very, very subtle will happen when I drink it.

So I smiled, "Dazai, let me teach you how to make a duck."

"I understand this question. Being a duck has no bottom line." Osamu Dazai gave me a wink like a special professional in the red light district buried in the shadow of Yokohama

I:"……"

Me: "The duck I'm talking about refers to the ingredients."

"Me too." Osamu Dazai smiled innocently and cutely, "There is no bottom line in being a duck, and there is only happiness. Could it be that you didn't feel this way when you were making a duck?"

The more I talk, the more colorful I am, I am really afraid that a captain of the anti-pornography team will suddenly appear and handcuff me away

I stopped thinking about it, and led someone into the kitchen, and taught Osamu Dazai how to cook duck...duck dishes

When Osamu Dazai was practicing holding a knife and cutting meat, I saw the steaming soup

...How about a drink?It's rare that Dazai made such a pot of soup

I slowly picked up the bowl of soup

When I opened my eyes again, it was already the afternoon of the second day

I never thought that Osamu Dazai’s soup could make me pass out, if I didn’t see the time displayed on the phone and the pieces of porcelain bowls that Dazai cleaned up in the trash can (maybe I passed out after drinking the soup yesterday. I couldn't hold it steady and broke it) I really didn't realize that I was dizzy from drinking soup

what is this?Should this matter be classified in the supernatural area?

I think of those dance parties that are held for entertainment after reaching a cooperation or signing a certain agreement for the mafia, if Osamu Dazai puts his soup on the dance...

——Then why sign an agreement!Hong Kong blacks can rely on Dazai's soup to directly take over that organization, okay? !

so scary, so scary

It's a cold day, but I'm sweating all over my body—oh, it turns out that it's warming up in the afternoon

I stopped thinking about it, and went to the study to write a book after dinner

In addition to "In the World", which is currently being updated by the host, I also want to write an episode of "Beiguolu", and the night falls in a blink of an eye

Today I am very energetic, and I don’t feel tired after typing for so long

I know that my cooking will not buff the person who eats it, so... the soup made by Dazai?

What?Isn't that a biological weapon made like soup? ! (Shock)

"So that's how you describe my cooking?" Osamu Dazai smiled, completely unable to see if he was angry

"The effect of that soup is very special." Facing Osamu Dazai who broke through the door again, I didn't have the anger that the host should have at all.

Just pry it, how can you scold him?Others are willing to give up on me

"It is a special dish made by a 'late night cook', which can make people have a deep sleep."

"I see." I know there are "late night chefs" who specialize in making dishes for the mafia and criminal groups, but I don't understand how Dazai Osamu learned how to make soup

Why did Hong Kong and black cadres learn how to make soup? (Maomao is confused)

The author has something to say:

①: This reader who found his ideal is a character who will appear later, but it is not Kunikida-kun. Guess who it is?

There is no bottom line for making a duck, and some are just happy (Video copywriting of Wutopia’s magical cooking at station b (Duck: I’m not happy

After putting on the vest, Yuansheng was very dignified, and he didn’t even look at the beauties (really a strong willpower), but after taking off the vest, he returned to a light and flirtatious state, for example:

Yuansheng: Oda is an angel, Dazai is so beautiful balabala

No need to be burdened by an idol, you are worthy of being you, Su Wo Yuansheng

As for Dazai’s soup, let’s guess why Dazai made the soup.

Someone has already guessed who the author of the seal pen is and who the ideal reader is. I thought it would take tomorrow or the day after tomorrow for someone to guess. Is it because my foreshadowing is too shallow?

Speaking of it, no one guesses why Dazai makes soup, is the new character so attractive...emmmmm...

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