I'm such a big son

As soon as Rimbaud got off work, he asked Oda Sakunosuke to take Osamu Dazai home. After thinking about it, he told the red-haired boy not to run around after dark.There are plenty of guest rooms in the house, so it’s not too troublesome to stay overnight—in fact, the main reason is to ask him to help Yin, and expect the little girl to pay for the whole family’s dinner frequently by herself. Even a black-hearted capitalist like Mori Ogai can’t do such a thing .

Miss Rimbaud would occasionally help chop a vegetable or kill some living things.

Osamu Dazai would of course like to be with his "new" friends, there were still a few "toys" in the house, and he couldn't wait to have something to do without the presence of adults strong enough to suppress it.

After sending the two of them away first, Rimbaud put on his coat and took his hat and sent a message to Mori Ogai.

She needs to reconfirm the information of the Sakaguchi family, or maybe the Boss has other ideas in the future.

So, Mr. Mori "met" Mr. Lan Tang who was "ready to go home" in the square in front of the building. The two exchanged a few words and sat together like any ordinary social animals after work. There was nothing suspicious about it.

Two people who had known each other before, joined the same "club" by chance, and it was normal for them to get together after get off work to complain and drink, and it was only suspicious to avoid each other.

"The tempura and unagi rice in this shop are very delicious. Oh, I haven't been here for a long time. Since the last time I was injured, His Highness Fukuzawa has refused to appreciate it. It's really embarrassing to be alone."

The man lifted the blue half curtain hanging on the door and turned his head to introduce to the lady following behind. The chef behind the teak dining table bowed slightly, as if to thank the guests for commending his craftsmanship to the fellow travelers.

"Please come with me."

The proprietress in a blue-gray plain plain kimono walked forward in small steps, bowed deeply and turned around to lead the guests to a secluded place.

This gentleman is not unfamiliar, and she still remembers his preferences.

"Two servings of seasonal tempura, three servings of unagi rice."

Dr. Sen was really familiar with this place, and decided Rimbaud's dinner according to his own preference without looking at the menu.

"Rantang-kun, although it's a bit late to ask... Are you still used to life in Yokohama?"

The proprietress went back and forth to offer simple earthenware tableware and clean towels for wiping hands. The exquisite tray contained lemon, salt, sky juice, white radish puree, and a small piece of green mustard.

Rimbaud doesn't like mustard. The smell of this thing will rush into the nose and make tears fall. It doesn't mean that he is weak, but it makes his vision blurred, which is not conducive to making accurate judgments about the environment.

She pushed the small plate with wasabi away a little bit disgusted, poked the radish mash with her chopsticks, and finally dipped it in the sky juice and stuffed it into her mouth——like all foreigners who try exotic food for the first time, take it too seriously .

"It's okay, but... the seaside city is too cold, and it's hard to live without a heater in winter."

After studying each dish, she put down her chopsticks and looked solemnly at Mr. Mori who was sitting across from him waiting for the answer. Her long black hair slid down her shoulders like a bundle of silk.

"Do you always feel cold?"

Mori Ogai found it very interesting.

In terms of geographical location, the latitude of country F is higher than that of island countries, and Yokohama is by no means a cold city - August and September are equally hot as hell.

Only then did he realize that Rimbaud's fear of the cold seemed to be regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.For example, now, less than a month away from midsummer, she is still wearing a neat and rigorous three-piece suit, and she is still wearing a black coat... The co-authorship is not for the sake of the card, but really has practical significance? !

"Is that so, why don't you find a free time to take a look for you. After all, I'm a fairly good doctor, and I can't just see my subordinates being troubled by discomfort."

Dr. Sen raised his arms and propped his cheeks to look at Rimbaud. The latter nodded subconsciously, his eyes were moving left and right following the boiled sea bream roe that was just served.

It looks like it wants to try it very much, like a newly caught raccoon cat.

Hesitantly, with a look of guard, but curious.

"May is the season when sea bream starts to spawn. Usually this dish serves as a reminder. I recommend the old car and fish in the back."

As a wayward adult who also doesn't like vegetables, Mr. Mori doesn't embarrass others in this regard.He dug a spoonful of radish puree into the sky juice, stirred it a few times before remembering to remind Rimbaud: "The better the ingredients, the more they should taste the original flavor. Just dipping in salt and lemon juice is enough."

Miss Lan Bo quietly complained in her heart: Then what are you messing with!

Don't look at the tempura plate on the left and the plate on the right. Each plate is only three or four mouthfuls. After seven or eight dishes, you can barely feel full, and then eat three meals of eel rice.

Miss Rimbaud is one of the customers who definitely needs the help of the proprietress.Especially for the eel ochazuke at the end, if the proprietress hadn't been quick-eyed, she would probably have picked up the lump of wasabi dotted on the eel meat and thrown it away.

"This, the taste is very refreshing, and the fresh mustard is not as spicy as expected..."

In order to take care of the foreigners, the proprietress deliberately slowed down her speech and explained briefly with small gestures.However, Rimbaud still turned the porcelain bowl around, stubbornly inspecting the bowl of chazuke from all angles, and finally scooped a few grains of rice into his mouth reluctantly under the repeated urging of Mr. Mori.

Mori Ogai: Is it easy for me? I say I am a subordinate, and I don’t even listen to eating!

Once again, Ms. Rantang confirmed that she hated wasabi, picked out the eel meat from the ochazuke and ate it, and put down the spoon and refused to touch the rice with the pungent taste.

The spicy curry made by Oda boy is delicious, but the ochazuke with wasabi recommended by Mori Ogai is not to be eaten!

……

Business matters are usually discussed after the meal is over, even if the boss and employees are currently working for others in despair.

The proprietress led the waiter to remove the plates from the guests' tables, and served melon and oolong tea as the final embellishment. They quickly retreated in small steps without making a sound, and the small space returned to silence.

Miss Rimbaud was always straight to the point, she took out the information of the Sakaguchi family and put it on the table and tapped: "This person, the file has something to hide."

The doctor who poked the melon with a fork to eat took a look, then took a look again, rolled his eyes and recalled for a few minutes before suddenly realizing: "This man! The civilian staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, although he is a civilian, he is quite negotiable. Talent. Ah... I'm so envious, why other people can always recruit so many talented subordinates..."

He was so frustrated that he almost rolled around on the table, and suddenly sat up straight and clapped his hands flatteringly with a smile: "Of course, I'm not complaining about you, Mr. Lan Tang, but I have to entrust you with everything for more than a year. As a future boss, I feel guilty too~"

Miss Lan Bo rolled her eyes in her heart, her face was still blank: "At least you didn't cheat me like you cheated Mr. Fukuzawa. I am very grateful for that."

Mori Ogai: "..."

"Well...forget it. Come to think of it, if there is a change of old and new in PortMafia, how sure is Lan Tang-jun to stabilize the situation?"

He saved the topic from the brink of danger in time and resumed the discussion.

The old boss is crazy, the unscrupulous attack and expansion will not only destroy PortMafia itself, but also the city of Yokohama.

Rimbaud estimated and gave the answer: "If we start from now, half a month will be enough. In addition, three cadres cannot die at the same time, and one of them must be left to make a fuss. Moreover, there are many iron blood in the middle Pai, if they are all killed, it will be difficult to find enough replacements in a short time."

There is no option of "can't kill" at all, it's as easy as saying which fish to kill for dinner.

The subordinates are too capable, and the leader will also have a headache...

Mori Ogai felt his head was a bit big now.

"There is no need to worry about the assassination team here. You know the intelligence team well. The black lizard is only loyal to the organization itself, and the guerrillas cannot stay."

She listed the information she had obtained after lurking for more than a year. The black-haired doctor smiled and watched Miss Killer report the work content one by one like a primary school student handing in homework.

Honestly, it's kind of silly.

Rimbaud talked for 10 minutes, after thinking over and over again to make sure there were no omissions, he stopped and stared at the other side.

Mr. Sen coughed: "Very well, I understand. Then, please start the clean-up operation, and use it freely according to your ideas. One of the three cadres will be left, and I hope the one who is more reasonable will be kept."

"clear."

"As for the guerrillas, let's put it aside for a while, and wait until the old leader's funeral is over to see who comes out."

He stuffed the last piece of honeydew melon into his mouth, suddenly leaned forward and asked very seriously: "Miss Rimbaud, tell me, what kind of skirts do little girls like? I haven't let Alice sauce out for a long time, I always feel I'm especially sorry for her. Little dresses, desserts, shiny decorations... What else can a girl forgive?"

Rimbaud: "..."

Boss, wake up!Isn't Alice just your own ability!Are you actually an 11-year-old tsundere loli in your heart?

Sure enough, he should be taught a lesson and warned, whether the left ear is better or the right ear is better...

Seeing that his subordinates tended to go crazy and want to grab them, Dr. Sen hurriedly turned the tide and found a topic to divert her attention again: "The child you brought today is very interesting, how did you get hurt?"

Sure enough, the cub she picked up could calm Rimbaud down. She tilted her head and frowned: "I don't know where he came from, and he wouldn't tell me if I asked him. I picked up the failed suicide in the forest to the west, and the injuries on his body were all gone." He made it himself."

"This Osamu Dazai, if you want, you can take it away, my family already has three children."

For Osamu Dazai, perhaps Mori Ogai is the most suitable caregiver. To some extent, the two are almost alike.

In comparison, the Rimbauds seemed a little too honest.

"Oh? Don't you want to ask the child what he means?"

The man squinted his eyes and smiled with deep meaning. Rimbaud couldn't understand what he meant, so he opened his mouth and replied as if there was only a string in his mind: "I'm afraid he will spoil my child."

Mori Ogai: "..."

So this is putting problem children as a burden?He is not a trash can!

His subordinates were too honest, and his head hurt even more.

What else can I do, the humerus minister I recruited has to endure even kneeling.