On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

"No."

Qinghuai pushed away Dazai Osamu's hand abruptly, and just about to get up, her numb legs couldn't make any effort, and she fell directly into the man's arms.

Qinghuai: ...

Osamu Dazai: ...

"The legs are numb."

"I know."

"..." Damn it got darker and darker.

"Sit down first." Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to rub the young man's soft hair, and accidentally touched his hot skin, "Boss, your face is so hot."

"..." Qing Huai lowered her head in despair, and leaned against the opponent's body, "Shut up."

"Oh."

In the darkness, he didn't notice that the tips of the man's ears were also slightly red.

"Is there nothing going on up there?" Pang Da took out a candle from behind the bar and lit it.

The first floor of the izakaya was in a mess, especially the wine racks. Several bottles of wine and cups placed outside were smashed to the ground under the impact of the earthquake.

Zenyuan Maki helped to pick up the debris, and the dog rolled the thorns and dragged it to the ground.

"Mr. Dazai hasn't come down for a long time." The girl sat by the bar and reported today's situation to Gaozhuan on her mobile phone.

"Salmon." The dog curly spine nodded, lying on the bar counter bored.

The broadcast on the street continued, "A 6.3-magnitude earthquake occurred in Yokohama City. Residents, please take disaster prevention measures to ensure your own safety..."

"Are they all right?" Pang Da was a little worried.

At this moment, the curtain behind the cash register was pulled open, and a black-haired young man came out.

Qinghuai swept across the hall through the flickering candlelight, and took a step back in fright when she saw a giant panda appearing in front of her eyes.

"--panda?!"

Dazai Osamu followed behind, and was caught off guard by the young man who stepped on him and supported him.

Although Qing Huai is a local resident of Sichuan, his contact with pandas is limited to the zoo looking at each other through the glass. Suddenly seeing such a big one appearing in front of him, everyone would be shocked.

"Yes, I'm a panda, you can also call me Pang Da." Pang Da stretched out his hand and made a gesture of hello.

"..." Qing Huai was shocked, "The panda has spoken!"

After some explanations, Qing Huai finally knew that this was a student of the Tokyo School of Conjuration, the mutant mantra in panda form, named Panda, and the other two were also students of the School of Conjuration, Chanyuan Maki and Gou Curly spines.

"You... how are you?"

"Hello, Mr. Qinghuai."

"kelp."

"Sorry, I hurt you this afternoon." Qing Huai apologized to the silver-haired boy named Goujuanji, "Ah, yes, have you had dinner? If you are hungry, I can cook for you."

It's a pity that the water, electricity and electricity were all stopped after the earthquake, and the supply will continue after two hours. Qing Huai said, "I'm going to the convenience store to buy some things. What do you want to eat?"

Pan Da raised his hand: "Fried noodles and Coke."

Zenyuan Maki said: "Curry bread is fine, thank you."

Dog Curly: "Tuna mayonnaise."

"Tuna mayonnaise... rice balls?" Qing Huai asked.

"Salmon roe." Curlythorn the dog nodded.

"Salmon roe onigiri?"

"Tuna mayo."

"Tuna mayonnaise onigiri?"

"Salmon roe."

"..."

Panda explained, "Tuna mayonnaise onigiri is for Tachibana. Salmon roe means yes."

"...Understood." Qing Huai's face was full of black lines, and he turned to ask Osamu Dazai, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll go with you." Osamu Dazai put his hand on the young man's shoulder naturally, "Let's go, boss."

——Why does this guy always look indifferent after saying those shocking things!

Qinghuai was a little bit broken, but as a straight man, his rationality told him that there seemed to be no problem, as if everything was just his overthinking.

The nearest convenience store is 1000 meters away from the izakaya. It is just after [-] pm, and only the emergency street lights are still on, casting an orange-yellow halo.

Qinghuai walked with her head down, and saw Osamu Dazai and his shadow under the projection of the street lamp, separating and closing for a while.

This reminded him of the shadow stepping game he played when he was a child. A group of little kids were chasing and stepping on other people's shadows under the street lamps. After sweating profusely, they were arrested and reprimanded by their parents.

The teacher said, you can't step on the shadow casually, it will shorten your life.

So I don't know that that kid stepped on his shadow too much, causing him to die young at the age of 20...

"What are you thinking about?" Osamu Dazai's hand on Qinghuai's shoulder suddenly scratched the young man's chin, as gently as if he was touching a small animal.

"I want to die." Qing Huai mercilessly slapped the troublesome hand away.

"Hiss—" Osamu Dazai let out an exaggerated groan of pain, and pressed the weight of his body on Qing Huai, "Boss, you are a domestic violence!"

Qinghuai was expressionless, "If you say another bad word, I will let you know what it means to kill relatives with righteousness."

"..." Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, leaning his fingers against his lips to close the zipper.

I finally arrived at the convenience store. The store was powered by a separate generator, brightly lit, and crowded with people.Qing Huai bought food, water and a flashlight to avoid aftershocks in the next few days.

"Hey, boss, look!" Osamu Dazai held up a plastic-covered magazine with "Japanese Classic Cuisine Award" written on it, "Buy this, it contains the most traditional Japanese cuisine!"

Although Qing Huai had learned some cooking in Japan, it was limited to desserts and a few famous dishes, and she didn't know much about daily family cooking, so she nodded in agreement.

After queuing up to check out and heat up the fast food, the two immediately returned to the izakaya.

The five of them had a makeshift meal, and were going to go upstairs to rest first, and then discuss other matters when they called tomorrow.

Qing Huai went back to the room, because she slept for a few hours before, so now she was completely sleepy, picked up the cooking magazine I bought today, turned on the flashlight and stood by the bed.

As soon as he tore open the plastic bag, he felt something was wrong, the magazine felt too rough!Even the cover paper is so thin.

Qinghuai frowned and turned to the first page, first the pink title came into view——

"The meat-eating boyfriend and his kitten"

The straight man was shocked in an instant, and the alternative version of sumo wrestling under the title was in full swing, his muscles swelled and sweated profusely, and his eyes were pierced with mosaics all over the screen.

The magazine was snapped shut and thrown out.

——What the hell is this!What about Japanese classics?It's sashimi, not naked! Hey!

——And how could one enter such a place!Ahhh!

The flashlight was knocked down and hit Qinghuai directly on the face.

The young man covered the bridge of his nose and groaned in pain as he sank on the bed, suffering double trauma both mentally and physically.

After 10 minutes, the young man stepped on the ground with bare feet, rolled up the magazine and stuffed it into the mattress.

——This kind of thing must not be discovered by others!Especially that guy Dazai Osamu!If he finds out, he will laugh at himself to death!

Who would have known that there are weird male-female pornographic magazines hidden in the "Japanese Classic Cuisine Awards"... What if this is bought by an elementary school student who cooked a loving meal for his mother on Mother's Day!

Qing Huai lay paralyzed on the bed, looking up at the sky, her mind seemed to be baptized by dark matter in an instant.

"Boss?" There was a knock on the door, and it was Osamu Dazai's voice, "Can I make a Japanese breakfast tomorrow according to the content in the cooking magazine?"

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, the answer is the pillow that hit the door panel.

"..." The man leaned against the door and chuckled silently, "Okay, good night then, Mr. Qinghuai."

"Boss, you look like you haven't slept in 800 years."

Qinghuai sneered, and poured the instant noodle seasoning packet into the noodle bucket, "Your Japanese-style tonkotsu ramen, please use it slowly."

Osamu Dazai scratched his head, not understanding why the young man was not in a good mood when he got up in the morning, could it be because of getting angry?

He soaked the noodles in boiling water, waited for 3 minutes and then ate his own "Japanese breakfast".

The young man seemed to be in a bad state of mind, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been up all night.

"Good morning." The kitchen door was pushed open, Pang Da stretched himself, and the dog Curled Thorn and Chanyuan Maki also got up.

After breakfast, the five of them started talking about business.

Qinghuai recounted the phantom he saw yesterday——

"So, the Yuejianshan Qinghuai you mentioned really looks like a person who can curse." Fat Da thought for a while, "The extreme resentment of a person before death does form a curse, but usually it is a harmless backache and arm pain. The creation of a first-level curse can only explain one thing—”

"Either he is a conjurer hidden among ordinary people." Pang Da said, "or he is a very talented descendant with the blood of a conjurer."

"Salmon." The dog curled a line of words on the phone——

"The Tsukimiyama family used to be a well-known culinary family in Tokyo. It is very likely that the main family has intermarried with the magic family."

Zenyuan Maki also nodded, "After the rise of the Yusan family, many other magic families began to decline. In order to maintain the family's reputation, there are many precedents of intermarriage with ordinary chaebols."

"So I think that the black lizard-like curse is only related to Yue Jianshan Qinghuai." Qinghuai paused, "And the egg should have nothing to do with this matter at all, just happened to meet that person." It’s only a curse, so it’s just a parasite.”

Osamu Dazai asked, "Is there any definite basis?"

"Yes." He remembered what the system said before——

[The guardian's workflow is divided into two steps. The first is to prevent the villains from destroying the world, and the second is to regularly overhaul the dimensional wall. If there is nothing to do, we will eliminate insects, kill viruses, etc...]

"That's a "worm egg", it should be a kind of thing that is free from this world. "Qing Huai affirmed, "Because all dimensional worlds are born from the same source, you can feel energy similar to but different from mantras or supernatural powers from it. "

"The guardian's job is not only to prevent the villains from destroying the world, but also to eliminate them completely when faced with the threat of "worm eggs". "

The sophomores in the high school who didn't know the identity of Qinghuai's guardian were confused when they heard it, but Osamu Dazai instantly understood what Qinghuai meant.

He clapped his hands and concluded, "In short, our task is to eradicate all substances similar to "worm eggs". "

The man pointed to the glass bottle containing the worm eggs on the table, "Even if the supernatural power user and the magician can't kill this thing, the boss's ability should be able to do it!" The same as the "field expansion" of "egg".

"I can give it a try." Qing Huai was not sure, "If your guess is correct, then there must be an "adult" as a mother hiding in Yokohama, as long as you can find that thing and destroy it, these The problem of "worm eggs" will be solved. "