On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Qing Huai woke up suddenly, his lips and teeth were slightly opened, fresh air poured in like a tide, and his own panting was still echoing in his ears.

Immediately after meeting a pair of iris-colored eyes——

"Are you fucking trying to murder me?"

He mercilessly patted the hand pinching his nose away, swearing a swear word rarely, Qing Huai was taken aback by the sudden dissipating smell of lemon soap, then came back to his senses, stood up and frowned at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"—what are you doing in my room?"

Osamu Dazai was squatting beside Qinghuai's bed, holding the little milk cat in his arms, looking at him with a smile, "Good morning, boss~"

Wangcai raised the small pad, and seemed to be saying hello, "Meow~"

Qinghuai lifted the quilt and finally found the source of the pain - the crumpled quilt wrapped around his feet and covered him with sweat. Although it was still December winter outside, the izakaya did a good job of keeping warm so that even dreaming is a mess...

Osamu Dazai asked, "Did you have a nightmare? You are sweating all over your head."

Qinghuai thought for a while, and it was clear that he had just woken up, and the dream was already blurred, "I don't remember, maybe I dreamed about the Loch Ness Monster..." He squinted at the uninvited man, "And then Got caught in the weird octopus legs and nearly drowned—"

Osamu Dazai scratched his head shyly, "I just want you to wake up quickly."

"I see you are trying to suffocate me."

His whole body was sweating profusely, and he got up to change out of his cotton pajamas.

"What are you looking at me for?" The fiery gaze was hard to ignore, and when Qing Huai turned around, she saw the other party's kite-colored eyes staring at her motionlessly.

Waist.

"——What's that?" Osamu Dazai's eyes became dark, and there was a pink scar three inches behind the young man's waist, the size of a coin, with irregular edges. It looked like a wound that had healed for many years.

"Oh, you said this..."

Qinghuai quickly put on a T-shirt to cover up the scar. In the eyes of the man, this kind of behavior is naked/naked to cover up.

Osamu Dazai's heart sank. Sure enough, even if he is an ordinary chef on the surface, he is not an ordinary person who can save the world... He is very familiar with this kind of scar. When he was a mafia cadre, he Similar wounds have been seen in countless bullets.

He pressed: "What is that?"

Qinghuai frowned in distress. Even though he communicated fluently in Japanese, he was still just a stunned young man who had lived in Japan for a year. Some idiomatic words in Chinese made him a little stuck when translating——

"It's... um, it's explosives - it should be right to say so."

The scene of being taken by his senior brother to set off firecrackers during the Spring Festival at the age of four flashed through the young man's mind. His second-rate senior brother bought a cheap cannon for cheap and threw it on the ground without exploding. Time——At that time, Qinghuai was less than one meter long, and the wool sweater woven by the teacher's wife burned a big hole before it was warmed up. After it spread to the flesh/body, he continued to apply scald medicine for half a month...

Firecrackers...should be explosives/drugs, right...should be understandable, um.

After Qinghuai put on his clothes, Wangcai jumped out of Dazai Zhi's arms, and climbed onto his shoulders with Qinghuai's legs wrapped around him, meowing so hungry that he wanted him to feed him.

"Sure enough..." Osamu Dazai snorted in a low voice, which was exactly as he had guessed, the young man in front of him was not as simple as his appearance at all.

"So what?" Qinghuai patted the cat's head, not paying attention to the man's abnormality, "Do you know how to wash and chop vegetables? Before the store opens, the part-time kitchen assistant will give you a salary increase."

"How much?"

"Well, 100 is fine, now the hourly salary is 900, and it has returned to the original baseline." Qinghuai smiled slightly, showing eight white teeth, "Everyone is a colleague who saves the world, serving the people, and operating I can only wrong you before I make a profit, Dazai-kun."

Qinghuai enjoyed the process of cooking for Wangcai very much.The kitten’s intestines and stomach are still very fragile, so you can’t eat too much raw beef. Qing Huai uses the fish in the freezer, removes the fish bones, grinds it into a surimi-like paste, adds goat milk powder, and kneads it into round balls. After the pot was steamed, it was put into Wangcai's exclusive rice bowl—that is, the small bowl it used yesterday.

The fishy smell quickly attracted the cat's attention, and Wangcai buried his whole head in the bowl, and began to eat meow meow.

"Boss..." a weak voice sounded, and Osamu Dazai lay on the dining table, wailing as he was dying, "I'm going to starve to death..."

Qinghuai licked the cat's ears for the last time, and said guiltily, "Sorry, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

The man who was still listless just now straightened up instantly, "Crab meat rice balls!"

There was no crabmeat sticks in the meat previously provided by the system, only a luxurious whole big crab.Fortunately, crab meat rice balls are easy to cook. Qinghuai steamed the crabs, removed the leg meat, mixed them with mayonnaise to make fillings, reheated the leftover rice from last night, squeezed two beautiful triangles, and wrapped them Seaweed slices are just fine.

The taste of fresh crab meat is much better than that of canned ones. Osamu Dazai is in a good mood, even the chef is very motivated to prepare.

So much so that Qinghuai pinched the neatly arranged, thin as onion slices of radish on the chopping board and fell into deep thought——

Is this really a level that laymen can achieve?Don't be mad at the many apprentices who wake up in the morning just to practice knife skills!

Osamu Dazai patted the machete with bloodletting grooves on his shoulder, "Don't underestimate me, I'm a professional."

What do you do professionally?

Qing Huai looked at the controlled knife from who knows where it came from, and began to doubt life, is it a professional butcher?