On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

There was an earthquake in the middle of the preparation of the dishes before, and the ingredients that came out of the basement could not be kept for the next day to be eaten by the guests. It happened that there were so many people today, so it would not be too wasteful.

The gas has been turned on, but the electricity is still under maintenance, Qinghuai can only cook ramen noodles with stewed spring bamboo shoots and chicken soup, and then use the red bean honey stuffing in the refrigerator to make some big blessings—after all, I have suffered so much today. , it is better to give the teenagers some sweet comfort.

There was no emergency light in the kitchen, so Osamu Dazai stood aside and lit Qinghuai with a flashlight.

The flames glowed blue-orange, and circled the gas stove, reflecting the young man's face indistinctly.

Dafu’s method is very simple. Qinghuai quickly prepared glutinous rice skins, wrapped them into small round white balls one after another, coated a small amount of water on them, dipped in a circle of shredded coconut, and placed them on a plate to form a nice shape for Dazai Zhi helped put it in the refrigerator.

"Well, it's delicious." The man ate one, his cheeks were bulging, Qinghuai thought it was cute, he poked it with a smile, and was kissed by the other party's fingertips.

Osamu Dazai accepts it as soon as he sees it. After receiving the benefits, he neatly helps his boyfriend clean up and watches him make ramen.

The ramen in the izakaya is all hand-drawn. Qing Huai uses flour, eggs and a little chicken broth to make a good proportion, kneads a ball of smooth and soft dough on the chopping board, and skillfully pulls it into suitable small pieces. After the chicken soup boils, pull the small dough into thin strips. Almost every strip is even in thickness and almost the same, with a nice light yellow color.

Put the noodles into the boiling soup, and take them out within 2 minutes. There is no seasoning added, and the smell of stewed chicken with spring bamboo shoots is already overwhelming.

Seeing that there were still some shredded lettuce left, he fulfilled his boyfriend's wish and mixed a shredded bamboo shoot with crab meat.

"As expected, Qinghuai still likes me the most!" Osamu Dazai rubbed the young man's forehead hair, his eyes were shining brightly, and the joy was beyond words.

"I just don't want to waste it." Qinghuai insisted.

The people waiting in the restaurant had already smelled the aroma of the chicken soup, and were eagerly waiting for the dinner to be cooked.

Wandering in another world for a few days, Naruto Uzumaki, who has no money and no food, is so hungry that he lies on the table staring at gold stars. It was Maki Zenyuan who kindly handed over a piece of chocolate to relieve the urgent need.

"Students from the Zen Academy, and the teacher also wants it." Gojo Satoru, who hadn't eaten sweets for several hours, was a little sleepy. He took off the blindfold in the room, and the hair that was originally combed was scattered in front of the clear eyes, looking younger than before. ten years old.

Chanyuan Maki spread her hands, indicating that it was the last piece just now.

Uzumaki Naruto's eyes widened, hey for a long time, "Isn't he an uncle? He's so young!"

"Tsk, brat, I'm a 28-year-old golden bachelor in the prime of life, and you call me uncle?" Gojo Satoru easily snatched the chocolate from the boy's hand, took a bite of it viciously, and sighed, "Sweets are the most healing, I My dear student is completely unreliable..."

The aroma of ramen made everyone who was chatting instantly silent, Uzumaki Naruto heard a long grunt from his stomach, and suddenly blushed.

"It seems that everyone is hungry." Qinghuai smiled, "Please don't be polite, today's dishes are chicken soup ramen, coconut daifuku, and shredded bamboo shoots and crab meat."

Everyone stopped chatting and began to taste the food.

Chicken soup ramen is different from Japanese-style ramen. Qinghuai uses egg noodles, which have improved the toughness and taste of the noodles. The chicken is also fat, plump and tender in the hunting ground. Compared with ordinary chicken, the meat quality is not as good. Chai is not fishy, ​​and the oil in it can stimulate the crisp, tender and fragrant taste of spring bamboo shoots.

The blond boy hadn't eaten such delicious ramen for a long time, and the taste was even better than Yile ramen, as if a whole spring had bloomed in his mouth, and the fresh taste strongly captured his taste buds.

He ate five bowls in a row before stopping.

"You're still a boy in the growing period." Osamu Dazai joked with a smile, "You and Atsushi should get along well."

"Um, those four snakes (who is that)?" Uzumaki Naruto stuffed a big blessing in his mouth and asked inarticulately.

"A very interesting little ghost, a very powerful ochazuke rice warrior."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent, he looked at the round coconut daifuku in front of him, squeezed and took a bite.

Then he opened his eyes slightly and took another bite.

The sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus honey and red beans is just blended, and there is a very refreshing wild fruit in the middle. It tastes a bit like a pear, but it is much more delicate than pear flesh. The two flavors are surprisingly compatible.The glutinous rice skin is also soft, and the throat is cool after eating. It seems that mint is added, which just relieves the greasy taste of honey bean filling. It is also paired with the crispy and milky roasted coconut, which is difficult to taste in high-end dessert shops. smell!

Even after entering mafia and having money to buy desserts, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has never tasted such delicious desserts.

——No wonder Mr. Dazai fell in love with him.

The mafia youth was lost in thought.

——It’s hard for anyone to refuse a man who makes such delicious desserts...

He glanced at the handsome young man with a complicated expression.

——No, looking at it so carefully, even if it's nothing, it's still a very popular type.

After eating, he called, and Osamu Dazai offered to meet the stubborn boy with Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Qinghuai wanted to go too, but Dazai stayed in the izakaya under the pretext that it was not a big deal to take a good rest.

Portmafia sent a new car to pick them up. Qinghuai looked at the backs of the man and the young man through the glass window, and the confusion that had been lingering in her heart finally reached its peak——

Dazai always seems to be full of unspeakable aura, and Qinghuai subconsciously feels that it is a kind of refined melancholy. Although he always likes to fight and play rascals, no matter how familiar he is with firearms, or how close he is to the members of mafia It's not like an ordinary detective agency employee.

Sometimes Osamu Dazai even gave Qinghuai the illusion that he didn't exist in this world. Those iris-colored eyes had a smile that couldn't reach his eyes, and he could see through many things with just one glance... But others always seemed to be unable to See through him.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he seemed to know very little about this boyfriend's past.

"..." Qing Huai walked back to the bar silently, preparing to write today's work diary.

The teachers and students of the higher vocational college bet on the sidelines——

"Mr. Dazai is definitely a man with a story, the bandages on his body seem to be difficult to take care of—" Hirohito Kojo raised his hand, "Maybe it's the kind of wounds from fighting evil!"

Chanyuan Maki nodded, agreeing with Knotweed's point of view.

Pang Da raised a paw and shook it, "NO, I think it's for keeping warm. Human beings don't have fur and it's hard to live in winter—just like underwear is a principle."

"Muyuhua." The dog curly spine shook his head—how could it be such a ridiculous reason?

"Maybe it's a hobby." Uzumaki Naruto interjected, "In our village, this can be considered a very common dress!"

"It's also possible... where's Qing Huai-kun? Do you know the reason?" Knotabagi Yuhito turned to ask Dazai Osamu's real boyfriend.

Qing Huai paused, then shook her head, "I don't know."

"That's why I said it!" Gojo Satoru patted the table, "That guy is definitely just trying to be cool! Even a mummy will feel stuffy if he is wrapped in bandages every day!"

He was very sure, "That guy should be the kind of pretentious guy who gets up half an hour early every morning and has to wrap his bandages all over! ——This is no different from a sullen guy who sprays setting water on his hair!"

Qinghuai stopped talking.

Even if he was posting with Osamu Dazai in the room at the Union Hotel, that guy came out after wrapping himself in a bandage in the bathroom. He was puzzled at first, but he was soon fascinated by the other party's beauty tricks, He was just panting for breath and didn't have time to think about anything.

From this point of view, he and Osamu Dazai have played first base, second base and third base, but he has never even seen his boyfriend's body!

Qinghuai frowned while thinking, and accidentally used too much strength to type a long series of commas on the log.

An alert on the screen—

【Guardian, your speed is too fast, please complete the work diary carefully~】

Qinghuai: ...

He canceled the symbols one by one, finished writing quickly, and pressed submit.

The system shows that it will take some time to analyze the source of the earthquake. The data is too complicated. The system burned out and two people were sent to the data hospital for emergency treatment. They can only wait two days later.

"However, 25987, you don't seem to be in a good mood today." The system detected the youth's mood swings, "Please don't stress too much, the Alliance and the Knights will provide help if necessary."

"No." Qing Huai subconsciously denied, "It's just that I was scared today."

"I hope you are well." The system wished.

Qing Huai endured the unhappiness she had endured for a long time until it broke out completely at night.

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already left the izakaya with the four students and went to the hotel booked by the school.

Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of the store with the chill of the spring night.

Qing Huai had just finished taking a shower, her hair was wet hanging down her eyes, and she was standing in front of the cashier to sort out the materials sent by mafia.

"Why don't you blow your hair, you'll catch a cold if there's wind at night." The man didn't notice his lover's emotions at first, so he went in and touched his head, but was avoided by Qinghuai.

"Hey, let me blow it for you." The black-haired man's bandaged wrist happened to catch the young man's eyes.

"Osamu Dazai." Qinghuai couldn't bear it anymore, her face was cold.

"What's the matter..." In fact, Qing Huai seldom called him by his first and last name, most of the time it was a threat full of fun after being molested.

But the man is keenly aware that the current situation is not like that.

——What should I do if my boyfriend seems to be angry?

Osamu Dazai's mind instantly flashed several ways to coax his boyfriend in that pornographic magazine, not only did he not find any suitable ones, but when he thought of the other party being replaced by Qing Huai, his whole body became a little dry.

"Boss..." The man coughed lightly, a little at a loss and didn't know what he did wrong—was it because he had done too much a few days ago?Or did Qing Huai find out that he had stolen three cans of canned crab meat?

"Bandages." Qinghuai stared at Osamu Dazai seriously with her dark eyes, and cut straight to the point, "Why are you wearing bandages?"

"what?"

"I realized that I don't understand you at all." The young man frowned beautifully, and a grievous sigh overflowed from his chest, "I want to know everything about you."

Osamu Dazai slipped his Adam's apple, pinched the young man's red earlobe with his fingers, "I'll tell you...but wait until you dry your hair, it will catch a cold."

Qing Huai was suddenly raised with a hand, and almost forgot what she was asking just now, and groaned.

"understood."

Osamu Dazai smiled, "Then do you want me to blow it to you?"

"……want."

The hair dryer was in the upstairs bathroom, and when Qing Huai sat on the bed, her hair being stroked by the man's warm fingers, she realized that she was almost being led astray again.

He meditated on the question he wanted to ask, and when the sound of the hair dryer stopped, he turned and looked directly at Osamu Dazai.

"You said you would tell me."

"I will, Qinghuai-kun." Osamu Dazai was amused by the boss' cute rabbit-like behavior.

The dark-haired man sighed, stood up, and began to undress.

Qinghuai: "What are you... doing?"

"Tell my little boyfriend why I wear bandages." He joked, and the buttons of his shirt were peeled off one by one, revealing a large tightly wrapped white bandage.

Through the bandage, you can still see the beautiful muscle lines of the man's chest and abdomen, which is much stronger than when he put on the coat.

Osamu Dazai began to peel off from his wrist, and the white cloth slowly fell to the ground.

Qing Huai took a light breath.

Osamu Dazai's upper body was almost covered with scars, all of which were old wounds. Pink scars ran across most of his skin, from throat to wrist, chest and back.

Qing Huai never thought that this would be the case, the soreness came from his heart, he didn't know how many injuries Dazai Osamu had suffered, but if he insisted on exposing his pain, he would be a jerk.

He lowered his thick eyelashes, "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"Do you think it's ugly?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"No—how could it be?" Qing Huai's chin was scratched by the man.

"Mr. Qinghuai is so kind, would you feel distressed even seeing these?" Osamu Dazai approached the young man, a wound on his wrist that looked like a wrist cut lay in front of Qinghuai.

"It must be painful." Qing Huai stretched out his fingertips and touched it carefully, the rough touch of the fingertips made him uncomfortable.

"Actually, it's nothing... Some are injuries from training, and some are caused by myself." The man said lightly, and leaned closer to the young man, "There won't be any more in the future, don't worry, okay?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin against Qinghuai's freshly washed soft hair, and briefly described some past events as agreed. In order not to make his little boyfriend feel bad, he deliberately omitted some bad memories.

"Although Mafia is treated well, my dream is to be a good person." The man half-jokingly said, "The leader of Portmafia can't keep my determination to run for freedom and justice—ah, that's why I met Qinghuai you."

Qinghuai silently kissed Osamu Dazai on the cheek.

"A kiss should be a kiss, boss." Osamu Dazai snorted.

The young man nodded, then pushed the man onto the bed, and kissed him crisply on the lips.

"Let's do it." Qing Huai spoke clearly, looking down at the man, "Didn't you say that it is normal to have desires for boyfriends?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes darkened, he held the young man's wrist and turned over.

"Hmm." Qing Huai exclaimed, and was thrown under the bed.

Fortunately, there was a rather thick carpet underneath, and Osamu Dazai rested his head on his palm, so he didn't touch it.

The two looked at each other, their lips kissed together, exuding a delicate breath.

"I want to buy a bigger bed." Osamu Dazai touched between Qinghuai's fingers, and the warm kiss slipped away from the corner of his lips to the eyelashes, and slipped into the hair beside his ear like water droplets.

"Don't touch the earlobes..." The young man snorted softly under his teasing, his fingers circled around the man's slightly curly black hair, scratched his back, touched the raised scar, and slowed down his movements again.

With no bandages in the way, they are two beautiful dogs in the dark, intimately warming each other, kissing slowly in candid touch.

……

"……is this OK?"

"Easy... just a little bit."

"Are you still suffering?"

"Too much..."

"now what?"

"You, go out... Ugh!"

……

Osamu Dazai held his breath helplessly, and slowly coaxed people.

"Or I'll tell you a joke and relax... Hiss—boss, you really should relax."

Qing Huai's hair was drenched with sweat, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the man above through the night.

"Uh." Osamu Dazai was more proud to see that pair of peach blossom eyes, a spark burned from his lower abdomen to his brain, and the corners of his eyes became red.

Qinghuai buried her head in the carpet as if she was dead, and the soft fur beside her was wetted by physical tears, and the man turned her face away and kissed him tenderly.

"...I'm ready, you can come directly."

After all, the carpet couldn't survive tonight, it was pulled back and forth by a pair of knuckle hands, and the soft hair scattered all over the floor.

The bedroom on the third floor turned into a den of hot flashes, boiling a pot of boiling lemonade, gurgling like love words.