On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Tokyo and Yokohama are not far apart, Qinghuai got off the bus just in time for dinner, and was going to find a random restaurant to fill his stomach first.

In fact, many people have misunderstood chefs, thinking that famous chefs must have very strict requirements for food, but Qinghuai is just the opposite. Apart from being very strict about the dishes he sells to customers, he often makes three packs of different flavors during holidays. The instant noodles are enough for a whole day, and they are not picky eaters at all.

Qinghuai left the station and found a restaurant at the intersection.

This is a family restaurant, there are not many customers, the decoration and furnishings are in traditional Japanese style, it is relatively old, but it looks very comfortable.

Qinghuai ordered an oyakodon set meal, which is actually an egg and chicken bowl, and the set meal also includes seaweed miso soup and iced orange juice.

This is the second time for him to come to Japan. At first, he was lucky enough to have the opportunity to learn desserts from a pastry master in high school. After he dropped out of school, he went to Tokyo alone, learning Japanese and cooking at the same time.

Oyakodon was the first Japanese food he knew how to make, so he has a deep obsession with this kind of thing.

Generally, the simpler the family cooking like this, the harder it is to make it delicious. Qing Huai ate his lunch silently, and his professional habits made him think in his heart how to avoid the shortcomings in the cooking if he did it himself.

"Auntie, a crab meat ramen set meal!" The stranger's voice sounded behind Qing Huai, sounding very young, like clear water and rocks, cold and lazily magnetic.

Qing Huai subconsciously glanced at the person who spoke, it was a black-haired man, there were so many empty seats around, but he wanted to sit down beside him, because he couldn't see his face clearly when he turned his head, Qing Huai only saw a beautiful and tall man the bridge of the nose.

He is not usually a person who likes to stare at strangers, but the other party's voice is so pleasant that he couldn't help but look at them a few more times.

In those few seconds, a light flashed before Qinghuai's eyes, and it disappeared before he could see it clearly, like an illusion.

Something seemed to come out of his mind, and he remembered the endless darkness in his dream.

Qinghuai took a sip of orange juice, hiding her expression behind the translucent glass.

He didn't know why, but after the stranger came in, he felt a little nervous, his heartbeat obviously increased, his temples and the nerves at the back of his head felt dull pain, and even his fingertips were stained with a thin layer of red.

Qing Huai's heart skipped a beat, this situation only happened when he was 14 years old when he watched a certain unspeakable short video for the first time.

- as if...

The young man frowned slightly.

"Hello~" The man beside him suddenly turned his head and greeted him with a smile.

Qing Huai froze for a moment, the man's handsome face was too fierce, and the rampage rolled around in the young man's dull brain, causing a lot of dust.

He stared at the other party's iris eyes, and his brain crashed immediately.The heart stopped beating, and then it was like a hare farm, the rabbits were thumping, almost jumping out of the Milky Way.

The intense heart palpitations made the young man's skin hot, as if it was about to melt like magma.

There was only one thought in Qinghuai's mind.

——It's over, I'm actually tempted by a man...

Osamu Dazai saw Qing Huai's silent appearance, his heart sank, he guessed right, the other party really couldn't remember anything that happened in Yokohama.

The man resisted the urge to stuff the young man into his arms, and his slender eyelashes concealed the disappointment in his eyes.

"..." Qinghuai recovered from her stupor.

——Didn’t it mean that Japanese people are all introverted and independent?What is the status of this friendly greeting in a restaurant?

The young man had a flash of inspiration, and looked up again at the man who was handsome enough to participate in the idol audition. The shirt on the man was also expensive. How could he eat in a shabby family restaurant?

——Is this the legendary Japanese cowherd? !The kind of legal news that hooks up strange tourists like him on the street and then cheats money and sex often has characters!Maybe the clothes on his body were bought by defrauding a customer of his money!

The more Qinghuai thought about it, the more she felt that this was very possible, her heart that was pounding just now suddenly stopped moving, she glanced at the black-haired man in horror, and was about to leave after putting down the meal bill.

Japan is really too dangerous. I met the mafia killing Godzilla yesterday, and today I met a cowherd soliciting. Boys must protect themselves outside!

Osamu Dazai:?

He saw his amnesiac boyfriend glared at him like a ghost, and ran away before finishing his meal.

The man subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and for the first time began to doubt his masculinity.

After coming out of the restaurant, under the scorching sun of Yokohama in June, Qinghuai dragged his suitcase on the street to find the hotel arranged by the organizer. Under the high temperature, the destination seemed far away.

He walked around a shady and deserted path, and stopped while holding on to the lever.

It's not right.

He was sensitively aware of the changes in the things around him, but he seemed to have been kept in the dark. This anxiety reached its peak after arriving in Japan.

It’s like when Qinghuai went to school when he was a child and took a day off due to illness. When he returned to school the next day, the teachers and classmates around him became strangers. They discussed the courses he missed and gave him piles of unfinished homework. And he seemed to be isolated from that atmosphere alone, appearing dull and sluggish.

Qing Huai took a deep breath, her temples were so tense, her brain felt stuffy and painful, her chest trembled uncontrollably, her heart beat faster and faster, and a faint tingling sensation appeared from her torso to her fingertips .

Cold sweat gradually seeped from his forehead and wet his back.

Qinghuai coughed and bent down to support the suitcase. He coughed until his eyes glowed with gold, and his head hurt like it was split open.

Trembling, he took something out of his bag.

Unable to hold it steady, Bai Huang fell to the ground.

handkerchief.

He bent down to pick it up, and his fingertips touched a bandaged hand.

"Give it back to me." Qing Huai's voice was hoarse, the pain was so painful that only the handkerchief was in his eyes, as if touching it could relieve the torture.

"Qing Huai, you..." a worried voice.

The young man was completely unable to pay attention to why the other party knew his name, and instinctively made him rush forward to grab it.

"—my handkerchief."

Totally unsteady.

He fell into a soft embrace, and the clear lemon scent suddenly wrapped his nostrils, carefully soothing his tingling nerves.

When the tips of their noses touched, Qinghuai looked into those kite eyes at a glance.

Completely unfamiliar, but it seems that they have looked at each other like this countless times before.

Playful, affectionate, focused, intimate...

The breath is intertwined hotly, the residual heat of June.

"It's clearly my handkerchief," said the other party.

Qinghuai was still thinking a second before falling into the darkness, why is this strange cowherd everywhere, even grabbing a cheap handkerchief...

[I made a wish in the dark. 】

When the young man was on the verge of death, he called the damn system that lost contact from time to time for the last time——

I want to see him.

This is my only wish.

It's my due.

[Guardian No. 25987, congratulations, the mission has been accomplished. 】

Qing Huai woke up in the familiar darkness, he wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or reality, a shining light screen suddenly appeared in his mind.

An electronically synthesized voice sounded in his ear——

"It has been detected that you are in good physical condition, the mental protection system is being shut down, and the missing memory is about to be transmitted."

"Who are you?" Qing Huai frowned fiercely, and the next second he was speechless.

Countless fragments and pictures squeezed into his mind, like a revolving lantern before death, piecing back the blank that he was missing.

It only took a second, but it seemed like half a year had passed.

Qinghuai covered her head, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth to curse.

"……It hurts."

The system comforted, "It's unavoidable, at least the memory is back now."

"..."

"Your wish has been fulfilled." The system proudly said, "I can win a lot of benefits for you. After all, you are a hero of all dimensions. The alliance never thought that you would directly find the nest of eggs, so I specially give you a lot of benefits. You opened a lot of permissions, and directly changed and merged the two dimensions you are in, so that you can see your loved ones and lovers again!"

"Thank you." Only then did Qing Huai understand the cause of the matter.

"You're welcome, thanks to you, of course I've been promoted and raised as your guidance system." The electronic voice of the system became high-spirited, "Not only is there an independent computer room, but also 999T of free storage space per month. I'm so envious."

Qinghuai couldn't understand the joy of the system, so he responded perfunctorily. What he wants to see most now is not the system.

"Can I leave?" he asked.

"The young couple really can't be apart for a second, hey." The system sighed, "Go, go."

Qinghuai opened his eyes, and saw the familiar wooden ceiling above his head, which he remembered seemed to have been overturned by Zhongyuan Zhongye during the BZB-01 invasion.

"Meow~" The furry pad suddenly stepped on the bridge of his nose, followed by a pair of round blue eyes, which looked closely at him curiously.

"Wangcai." Qinghuai hugged the orange cat from her face, "You are so heavy." It was clear that the little cutie who was full of milk fragrance more than a month ago has now turned into a chubby pig.

Wangcai meowed in dissatisfaction, and jumped off Qing Huai's body.

It quickly jumped out of the door, but bumped into a human coming in from the outside.

"Meow!"

The man drove the naughty cat out of the door, turned around and looked at the sober young man.

"I..." Qing Huai was interrupted just as she opened her mouth——

"I don't care if you remember or not, anyway, we are legitimate lovers, Qinghuai, you must admit that I have a picture of you sleeping, the kind that is so close that you can get married in place! You were the one who chased me back then If you want to fall in love, I promise you that you are not allowed to leave, otherwise I will take extreme actions to restrict all your actions—"

"..."

"..." Osamu Dazai coughed guiltyly under the young man's calm gaze. Although many of them were fabricated, since Qinghuai couldn't remember anything, he had to use some shameless means Soften his heart.

"What photo?" Qing Huai narrowed her eyes slowly, "How close is it?"

Osamu Dazai had a bad feeling.

The young man tilted his head slightly, "I chased you?"

"..." The man paused, then stared at Qing Huai with burning eyes, "You remember?"

"Don't change the subject!" Qing Huai watched the other party approaching step by step, and surrounded him by the bedside.

He widened his beautiful peach eyes, "It's you who wants to take extreme actions—"

The soft touch silenced him instantly, and the man's hand rested on the back of his head, slowly deepening.

The scorching breath is entangled with each other, and the rapid heartbeat synthesizes a cheerful note.

The tip of the tongue tasted the taste of lemonade.

It was hot and humid everywhere, and fingertips and kisses fell on the earlobe, leaving itching.

The back is soft.

"It's like this—" Osamu Dazai laughed lowly, "This kind of extreme behavior."

Qinghuai's wrist was fixed above his head, his whole body was flushed red, he turned his head embarrassedly, "No, it's too much..."

"Today is my birthday, boss." The foreheads touched, and the intimate kiss danced on the lips.

The young man shrank from the movement of his fingertips, and said in a nasal voice, "...Happy birthday."

"Not enough." Osamu Dazai rubbed his face, "Sincerity is not enough, Mr. Qinghuai."

"..."

Qing Huai turned her head and shyly kissed the corner of the man's lips, leaving behind a series of wet kisses.

"Happy birthday." He kissed those kite eyes, "I love you, Dazai."

Wrap all my hickeys in your bandages, occupy every wound in your skin.