On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Osamu Dazai was not reconciled, he was also the type that made girls cry crazily, and he even got beaten up when he confessed to a man for the first time—although it was an unconscious runaway, it was still too much.

The day's business of the izakaya is over, Osamu Dazai is lying in the staff dormitory on the second floor, looking at the ceiling, counting the circles of wooden patterns on it.

——You can't just do it like this.

The man suddenly got up from the bed and put the gauze on his face again. In fact, it was just a small scratch, and now it had completely scabbed over. According to his physique, he would not even be able to see the scar in two days.

But Osamu Dazai still put on a new piece of gauze seriously in front of the mirror, and went upstairs.

——His first experience of confession from a heartthrob in Yokohama must not end in failure!

……

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, Qing Huai's heart skipped a beat, and a small hole was torn out of the rough paper at his fingertips.

He hastily stuffed things into the mattress and cleared his throat, "Who is it?"

"Me." Osamu Dazai paused, "Boss, I want to use the bathroom to take a shower."

In the izakaya, only Qinghuai’s room has a private bathroom, which is right at the entrance, but under normal circumstances, Dazai Osamu borrowed it after the closing of business. At that time, Qinghuai was still downstairs preparing the menu for the next day, and came so late like today It's the first time to use the bathroom.

"...Oh, come in." Qing Huai put on his coat and opened the door for Osamu Dazai.

The tall black figure leaned against the door frame. The other party was wearing cotton pajamas, looking harmless to humans and animals. The white gauze made the man's face even paler.

"I'm sorry." Qing Huai was a little embarrassed, not knowing how many times he had hurt the other party because of the superpower rampage, "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts—it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered what Chanin Maki said, that he hated men who acted coquettishly and weakly, and changed his words instantly, "This small injury doesn't hurt at all."

"Ah, so." Qing Huai nodded, "Then you go to the bathroom, and be careful not to get water on the wound."

"Yeah." The man replied muffledly, and walked into the bathroom.

Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't come back to his senses until the sound of dripping water could be heard in the bathroom.

——It must be a joke, how can a normal person confess to say nonsense about going to die together, this is as terrible as a dead straight man asking a girl if he would like to enter his ancestral grave for the first time on a blind date... This guy Dazai Osamu is like this, you He never knew what was in his mind, and what garbage would come out of his mouth in the next second.

After all, Qinghuai has seen many such cases. Didn’t Mr. Nakahara suffer from the late stages of mania after being tortured by Osamu Dazai...

Besides—

Qing Huai rubbed his stiff cheeks. It is said that Osamu Dazai was originally a straight man of steel. ), how could it be possible to confess to a man?

He collapsed on the bed, thinking that he must have been brainwashed by that weird pornographic magazine, so that he would have the illusion that the other party confessed to him seriously!

——Tomorrow morning, he will absolutely hide that magazine in the trash and throw it away together!

The sound of the water stopped, and Qinghuai realized that he had been sitting by the bed in a daze for 10 minutes. In order to show his calmness, he picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the Tutu page, pretending to be checking the news.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the water vapor filled the bedroom with the strong scent of lemon soap. Qinghuai was upset, it was the first time that she hated her keen sense of smell so much.

With the sound of water being pulled by the slippers, the man stood still in front of Qing Huai, "Boss, help me apply the medicine."

The gauze on his face was torn off, and the wound was soaked in water, a little red.

"Didn't I remind you to be careful not to get wet?" Qing Huai took out the medicine box from the bedside and found the anti-inflammatory medicine, "Low your head."

"...forgot." Osamu Dazai muttered vaguely, then lowered his head obediently.

The young man was focused on spraying the medicine on the dry new gauze, but he didn't notice the cunning flashing in those kite eyes.

Qing Huai sat on the edge of the bed, Dazai Osamu leaned over, with his hands on his sides, it seemed that he was getting closer——

"--What is this?"

The single bed groaned, and the man pulled out a book rolled into a tube from between the mattress and the bed board.

Qinghuai's face turned pale, and he reached out to snatch it. Dazai Osamu's curiosity arose, and he directly imprisoned the young man with one hand, and shook off the curled pages with the other hand——

"Japanese Classic Cuisine Award—?" The deep voice seemed to be pronouncing Qing Huai's crime, and the young man turned his head and buried his face in the pillow.

——If you finish, you will definitely be laughed at!

He could already foresee the scene where he would not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

Qing Huai's cheeks were flushed hot, and the appearance of coldness and alienation in the weekdays was completely peeled off.

Snapped--

The magazine was instantly closed.

"..." Osamu Dazai's ears felt hot, and he pretended to clear his throat, "Confiscated."

He looked at the young man who buried his face in the bed, as if he wanted to suffocate himself to death, raised his hand and pinched the other's ear, feeling hot.

"I understand, boss." He pulled the man out, strong and calm, "Men, there will always be some needs, but I think it's better to look at these things less, right?"

"..."

"........."

"...I beg you." Qing Huai said weakly, "Shut up, and get out."

Osamu Dazai waved the magazine in his hand, and the pages flew around, almost blinding Qinghuai's eyes.

"Then shall I throw away this magazine?"

"Fuck off."

……

Osamu Dazai thoughtfully closed the door for Qinghuai, and as soon as he reached the stairs, he saw a huge black and white figure preparing to go upstairs.

"Hey, Panda." Osamu Dazai quickly stuffed the magazine into his pajamas, and waved to the panda.

"Hey, Mr. Dazai." Pan Da also replied and waved.

"Are you looking for Qinghuai?" The man turned his head and said flickeringly, "He's asleep, you can tell me anything."

Fat Dazai's dark eyes swept over Osamu Dazai's face, "Mr. Dazai, you seem to be in a better mood."

"Eh?"

"You don't talk much tonight." As an emotional and sensitive giant panda, Pang Da pointed out the problem precisely, "with a sad face, as if being dumped by a woman."

"..." Even if it is a panda, it may be severely beaten for saying such annoying words.

Osamu Dazai scratched his head with a smirk, "So why are you looking for Qinghuai?"

"It's like this." Fat Du paused, and took out a bunch of chocolates from nowhere, "While exorcising the curse, Thorn accidentally blew up a chocolate vending machine—who knew that the vending machine was equipped with AI voice recognition The system will be blown up by the curse... In short, there are too many chocolates to eat, I want to ask if you need it?"

"Chocolate?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly thought of something, "I need it, thank you."

Pang Da saw the man suddenly look enlightened, his head was full of question marks.

"...It's fine if you like it." Fat Da paused, "Then I'll go down first?"

"go Go."

He knew something was wrong. In TV dramas, confession is always given chocolates and flowers. He was so reckless in the morning, no wonder he scared Qing Huai...

Wanting to understand this, Osamu Dazai felt relaxed and went back to the room humming.

He took out the magazine in his pajamas, flipped through the catalog, and searched for the information he wanted among a large number of candid pictures.

——Hey, this title...

"How to Conquer Your Crush"

The man's eyes flashed.

——This book looks pretty good.