The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

"Dazai."

After the dishes were served, He Hui, who had almost eaten, stretched out his hand to the black-haired young man opposite.

"Ok?"

"When I came out of the dungeon, I had nothing on me."

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai looked down.

"The mobile phone, bank card, and personal belongings are all gone." The blond young man who continued to eat a bite of meat concluded: "So, go and pay."

"..."

"But I didn't bring any money." In an innocent tone.

"That's just right." He Hui twisted his wrist, "Just put you here."

When they traded purple diamonds with Gemstone, they originally planned to bet on Osamu Dazai to wash the cups at the trading point, but the killer of the transaction paid first, bankrupting Osamu Dazai's cup life.

The black-haired youth turned his head and looked at the receptionist in a corner.

He looks like an ordinary roadside attendant, but he is actually sent to serve cadres and young masters.

The receptionist stood in place, waiting for the order of the two, and was caught off guard by the gaze of the Dazai cadre. The weak and helpless receptionist took a step back in fright, his little heart trembling.

"Even if they keep me here, they won't let me wash the dishes."

Rather, even if he washed a plate and broke a plate, no one in the restaurant would dare to stop him.

Cadres do whatever they want.

call--

After draining the brown drink in the glass in one breath, He Hui breathed a sigh of relief, "Forget it."

Osamu Dazai looked at the bottomed glass in silence, and then at the three big bottles of life water on the table.

"Hehui, how many drinks have you had..."

The blond young man picked up the bottle and poured out a new drink at the ratio of vodka to 9 whiskey to 1.

"Everyone said it was oolong tea, oolong tea."

Drinking this in summer couldn't be more refreshing.

"Would you like a drink?" He Hui raised his glass as a gesture.

Osamu Dazai: "...No, I like martini with detergent instead."

"This time is to drink enough, and the next step is... to take a bath!"

After staying in the dungeon for seven days, my whole body was dirty.

The black-haired young man raised his brows, "Satisfied with warmth and desire for lust?"

He Hui: "..."

He Hui: "What's the matter with you, your brain is yellow and dirty, did you eat too much crab roe and get into your brain?"

When it comes to crabs, Osamu Dazai seems to be wilting.

"It has been four months and thirteen days, and there are no crabs in the cafeteria."

His grievances this time are no longer exaggerated acting skills, but sincerely from the heart, "Mr. Sen agreed to ban him for half a month."

What? "

He Hui stood up and put on his coat.

"I don't want to work for Mr. Sen anymore! This black-hearted boss!"

He Hui turned around and walked away from the dining table.

"I want to change jobs! Change jobs!"

He Hui had already walked to the gate and boarded the elevator.

"Let me tell you, He Hui, your Chamber of Commerce will exchange..."

Osamu Dazai turned his head, and there was no one around.

"..."

......

After recovering some strength, he violently broke the handcuffs around his wrists, and threw the two silver circles into the trash can of Morihe Club.He Hui wrapped the illusion around his body, his lifeless anger burst out, and he flew towards home.

After taking a shower at the speed of light, two figures appeared in the house.

Tiaoye congratulated with a smile: "I finally got out of the cage of the local snake."

He Hui suddenly wakes up.

This is Yokohama, the headquarters of the Hong Kong and Black Chamber of Commerce and the KK Chamber of Commerce. Eyes are all over the city. The bitter man is like a pineapple on a spider's web here, and he can't escape.

The blond youth immediately greeted the two hounds, "Let's go, let's go to Tokyo!"

Go back to Bai Lan's big apartment, so that the poor husband won't be....

His mobile phone bank card was never with him, and he embarked on a journey without hesitation.

Farewell, my friends and relatives.

He's going to... drift east.

Rounding up is about to start school, the new semester has a new atmosphere, change your mobile phone, and start a new life.

But... since all the belongings are gone, the key to the apartment, of course, is also gone.

Looking at the high-grade anti-theft lock, the blond young man pressed the thick iron door with one hand, "If I pick the lock, it will take about 3 minutes."

Another hand points to the large window in the stairwell.

"If you open the window, it only takes three seconds."

Suehiro nodded, "Okay, let's open the window."

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two hounds disappeared suddenly, leaving only the sound of the window opening.

He Hui retracted the hand that pressed the iron door, holding a key in his hand, and opened the lock calmly.

"If you create a key with hallucinations, it only takes a second."

After closing the door, the blond youth and the hounds in the living room looked at each other in dismay.

Jono: ...

Fuck, when did I actually start listening to Mr. Tiechang!

And Bai Mao, who had been waiting on the sofa for a long time, stretched out a paw, "Yo!"

"Yo!" He Hui returned his paw, passed the sluggish hound, and sat on the sofa.

"When did you arrive?"

He Hui was sure that he had returned to the apartment on a temporary basis, so what about Bai Lan?

"I

Just arrived an hour ago. "

"Are things done in America?"

"If it's too boring, I'll leave it to my subordinates." Bai Lan, who was lying on the couch, tried to stretch her arms, "Hehui, help me get the cotton candy on the coffee table."

The blue pupils of the blond-haired youth turned and he also fell towards the sofa behind him.

"Ah, I'm sucked into the sofa and can't get up."

Heh, more lazy, who is afraid of whom.

Bai Lan: ...

I'm not as lazy as you.

"Where's Naoki's brother-kun?" With Suehiro's friendly help, both of them ate marshmallows.

"There are Xiaozheng's slippers in the entrance. Judging from the traces, it should have been lived in for a few days."

"Perhaps Bingsheng can't wait." Pengo Lie's ring battle was just a few days away, and with Masaichi's sensitivity, he must have sensed that the atmosphere in Komachi was not right, and rushed out.

As for Mr. Husband... If he overcomes the psychological shadow, he should continue to borrow his body soon.

Because Zhengyi lived in the apartment for a few days, there were some vegetables in the refrigerator.

As the only person who knew how to cook in the apartment last semester, Zhengyi was often forced to cook for five people in the apartment, and because of Bai Lanhehui's pickiness, Zhengyi was forced to improve his cooking skills a lot.

"This steak should be put down when the oil is changed, otherwise the aroma will not come out."

"Pepper powder can be put out of the pot before adding it. If it is placed too early, it will be diluted by the soup."

"Flying fish doesn't need to be fully cooked, it is delicious as sashimi."

"The roast leg of lamb needs to be marinated the day before, and one afternoon is not enough."

......

From the shock at the beginning to the numbness, Zhengyi has now developed the habit of recording cooking skills with a small notebook when Bai Lan and Hui commented after eating.

The little book is hanging on the cabinet.

"Bai Lansang, He Huisang...do you guys know how to cook?" Wearing pink love aprons (bought by the two of you who are very funny), they were standing at the dining table together.

"Yes." He Hui replied, poking the small drops of water on the glass that had liquefied due to the cold.

"If you don't, you'll starve to death." The white-haired young man said gloomily, resting his chin.

"One more will be poisoned to death." The dark dishes made by those Huaxia teammates are not for human consumption!

Zheng died of fish eyes: "Since you can cook, then..."

"No!" He Hui interrupted him.

Bai Lan explained seriously: "Knowing how to cook doesn't mean wanting to cook."

Besides, this world is the world that least needs to cook by itself!

"Please consider me working so hard alone..."

"Naoki's younger brother." Hehui interrupted again, "You didn't

Find yourself, do you always show a different smile every time you cook? "

"Hey?"

Bai Lan: "Yeah, yeah, especially when it was put on the plate at the end, it seemed like I was looking at my newborn child."

He Hui: "Then we began to taste how your child tastes."

Jono frowned, and finally couldn't help interjecting, "This metaphor is wrong!"

He Hui: "That's almost what it means."

Bailan opened her violet eyes and looked straight at Zhengyi, "Didn't you really notice, Xiaozheng, that you like to cook."

Jono: "And when we comment that the taste is getting better and better, your heartbeat will speed up."

"Hi!" Zhengyi's face turned red.

The blond youth took advantage of this to say OK to his white-haired friend.

The white-haired youth also gave a thumbs up to the golden retriever friend.

Cooking tool person, the fooling is over.

— Reach a consensus.

Jono who "heard" what the two of them were thinking: ... Fuck, I always feel like my (heart) is dirty.

......

"So, what is the purpose of cooking in the river suddenly mentioned?" Even if he "heard" the meaning in the minds of the two, Jono still pretended not to know.

The blond young man said pitifully: "Please, Tiaoye! This is my lifelong request!"

"Seven days and seven nights in the black dungeon in Hong Kong, without a drop of water or a grain of rice, my body has reached its limit, cough cough..." As he spoke, he pretended to cough twice.

The white-haired young man continued: "The plane from the United States to Japan encountered a tropospheric blast and was bumpy for an hour. I vomited out last year's New Year's dinner, and now my stomach is empty."

The two prayed together: "I'm so hungry, please give me dinner—"

"Tiaoye, do you want to watch your king weaken to death!"

"Tiao Ye-kun, do you want to watch your roommate starve to death!"

The silver-haired retriever was unmoved, "It's okay, you are in good health."

It was just mentioned that Masaichi is the only one of the two chefs, and the other is... Jono.

"Besides, if you just don't eat for one meal, you won't die."

Tiaoye regretted that he had exposed too much. Look at Mr. Tiechang, no one asked him to do housework at all!

By the way...you ask a blind person to cook for you and do housework for you, won't your conscience hurt?

At this time, the colleague spoke.

"Jiao Ye, I'm hungry too." The flat tone was just narrating a fact.

Jono: ...

Ah, I really want to change partners.When will his mission end?How about killing both Wang and Mr. Tiechang.

"Mr. Iron Gut, whose body is made of steel, is also hungry?"

Suehiro retorted solemnly: "Even if people are iron..."

Bai Lan followed immediately: "Food is steel!"

He Hui answered the dragon in an instant: "If you don't eat a meal, you will be so hungry!"

......

The blond youth blinked and looked over: Isn't your steel cotton candy.

[Telepathy, send. Biu! 】

[Receive the signal, read silently. Yep.】

Bai Lan: ...That's right.

Zhengyi spare glasses left in the apartment: No!Now is not the time to complain about this! !

The author has something to say: Concubine Wan Gui, let's take it easy, don't worry (was hollowed out)