My name is Dazai

"Tangun, come to eat." Dazai never thought that he would have a day to coax Tangun to eat, "It's canned cat crab meat~ I tasted it for Tangun, it tastes very good."

It was Tangun who coaxed him to eat all the time, and coaxing Tangun to eat made him feel like Feng Shui was turning.

"Miwu..." Tangun jumped onto the bookshelf again, expressing his refusal.And it's Dazai who loves crabs.

Since Tangun's injury was completely healed, he began to refuse all kinds of nourishing ointment and other things.

Cat food... Tangun also refused.

For cats, these things should be very delicious. Tangun's taste is somewhat affected by cats, but he will only be more picky eaters than cats.

And the cat's ration is too simple, even the cat snacks that are very popular with cats, he is not interested.

Can't eat salt, can't drink...Tangun will die of loneliness.

Even turning into a cat can't cook, and one of the greatest joys in life is deprived. By the way, another great joy in his life is staying with Dazai.

"Okay, old rules, I'll eat as much as you eat." Dazai put the can on the table.

Only then did Tangun jump down from the bookshelf, and walked briskly to Dazai's feet: "Meow."

"Don't care about yourself at all, Tangun." Dazai carried Tangun in his arms and went back to the kitchen behind the chief's room.

He still liked it there, even though Tangun couldn't cook now.

Whether it's Dazai or Tangun, both of them have nothing to eat.

It's like coping with a task.

Although it is said that Tangun eats as much as Dazai eats, in fact Tangun eats the amount that a cat should eat, and Dazai eats the amount that a human should eat.

"Without Tangun feeding me, I have no motivation to eat at all!" Dazai swallowed, feeling a little nauseous.

Tangun also felt a little uncomfortable.

It's not that I'm panicking, but I'm simply not interested in cat food.

Even a fresh salmon tattoo...it will get greasy if you eat too much, not to mention there is no seasoning.

He reached out his paw and patted Dazai's hand.

Dazai held Tangun's paw with his backhand, and squeezed the pink pad with white fur in the middle.

"Tangun still cooks delicious food." Dazai concluded with his chin resting.

"Meow." Don't say that.

Tangun felt wronged by the chef.

Tangun knew it himself, his cooking was delicious, but it was still not as good as the chefs serving the chiefs of the port mafia.After all, he is a professional, cooks every day, and treats cooking as a profession.

Tangun is a talented and interested player. Some dishes may be top-notch, but in other aspects he cannot compare with that professional player.

"But only Tangun loves me." Dazai said.

"Meow..." This meow is really meaningless.

Taking advantage of Tangun being stunned by the love words, Dazai frantically rubbed the cat's paws, and from time to time squeezed out the paws that were blunted by Tangun himself.

Tangun pulled out his claws, took the phone out of Dazai's inner pocket, and started typing: "Dazai, the ingredients on the table are..."

"Ah, I'm going to make tofu!" Dazai excitedly said.

"Meow?" Tangun was puzzled, and jumped onto the cooking table.

He himself refuses cats to go on the cooking table. After all, cats will shed their hair, and it will affect the mood too much if it falls into the food, but now that he is a cat, there is no way.

The beans are all soaked.

Dazai clamped Tangun up, built a platform with various pots, and put Tangun on it: "Okay, this time Tangun will stand on it and watch me do it."

"... Meow." Are you okay?

"No problem!" Dazai took off his heavy coat and scarf, put them on the chair, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and exposed his bandaged arms.He said confidently.

Tangun stared at the bandage, and said to himself what is the purpose of rolling up your sleeves, as long as Dazai is happy.

And Dazai is so smart, even if he has no cooking experience, he should be able to cook well.He just needs to lie there obediently and don't let the hair float into the food.

Dazai is absolutely fine... right?

The problem is getting bigger.

Apparently Tangun thought so.

Dazai heard Tangun's terrified meowing incessantly, his paws constantly stepping on the bottom of the pot, making thump, thump, thump, thump, scratching sounds.

Completely disregarding the idea that if you don't move around, you will lose your hair.

For Tangun, watching Dazai cook is like watching a thriller.Tangun would never understand how Dazai cooks.

"The last step... compact the tofu with a hydraulic press!" Dazai said confidently with his hands on his hips.

"Meow!" Tangun's cry was heart-piercing.

It's worse than what Dazai said about sterilization.

Sterilization is not necessarily true, but Dazai cooks... no, making biological and chemical weapons is really miserable.

Dazai moved the tofu to the chief's room, and asked Yin to find a hydraulic press to press it overnight.

Tangun lay on the pot listlessly, sorry, he tried his best.

He was sorry for the world and failed to stop Osamu Dazai.

When Nakahara Nakaya was called to the chief's room the next day, Dazai was holding Tangun's paw and talking: "Tangun is too cowardly, it's so miserable to make tofu."

"What's the matter?" Nakahara said without awe, he didn't want to hear Dazai talking to the cat at all.

"I just feel that Chuya has worked hard for you." Dazai picked up the plate next to him, "Would you like to taste it? I made it with a little effort."

Chu also thought that Dazai meant that he bought it from another place with some thought.

He didn't have any doubts, Dazai didn't tease him very much since he became the leader, and every time he called him to come over, it was really something.

So he still trusts Dazai a little bit.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the tofu on the plate, and took a bite.

Zhong also remained silent for a long time.

He spat out the tofu that he had bitten in half, and it was still stained with blood.

Under the effect of the supernatural ability, the tofu block was floating in the air with red light shining.

"...What is this...!" Zhong Ye said angrily, crushing the tofu with his supernatural power.

He thought that Dazai would be serious after becoming the leader, but since he claimed that he was in love, that unreliable aura reappeared.

"Tofu, I made super firm tofu." Dazai said while hugging the cat.

Tangun said in his heart that Chuya's teeth are really good, Dazai asked another person to try it, and the other's tooth fell out.

It's just bleeding gums...

What a mouthful.

Compared to this, Tangun was more sympathetic.

I'm sorry, Mr. Nakahara, Dazai is still a child, please forgive him.

"Why is there still cat hair in it!" Chuya took out a white hair from his mouth and pointed at the white cat Tangun, "Is it him? Is it him!"

Tangun suddenly remembered that when Dazai was making tofu, he was anxiously turning around. The amount of hair on a long-haired cat is impressive, and the shedding of it is even more impressive.Since both tofu and mao are white, it is more difficult to spot.

He buried his head in Dazai's arms with guilt and shame.

He couldn't help thinking how nice it would be if he were a black cat, blending in with the color of Dazai's clothes instead of being so conspicuous like a white cat.

No, if he was a black cat, it would be very conspicuous if his fur fell into the tofu.

Still not right!If Dazai made tofu honestly, he wouldn't be so anxious that he would lose hair like crazy.

Tangun was silent for a moment.

So it's all Dazai's fault?

...Well, probably not.

It must be the wrong way to make tofu.

"What?" Dazai opened his eyes wide, and suddenly remembered that when he was making tofu, there seemed to be some hair falling off under the sunlight. He didn't think too much about it, and it was Tangun's hair, so he didn't think too much, "Chuya, you……"

"I don't want to hear it." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said decisively.He could guess that what Dazai Osamu would say next was definitely not a good one.

A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory.

"Too disrespectful to the leader's wife." Dazai ignored Chuya's words, "What's the difference between eating your lady's hair and licking your lady's hair!"

"Who wants to eat cat hair, bastard!" Nakaya slapped Dazai's table vigorously, "Do you think that everyone is as perverted as you are that they would treat cats as their wives? Also, cats still pick up cat litter! Cat litter! You Know what cat litter is for!"

Dazai in an unreliable state will remind Chuya of their days as partners, making him want to beat up Dazai.

"Tangun is so nice..." Dazai Osamu held the cat vigilantly, "Also, Tangun doesn't use cat litter. Don't confuse Tangun with ordinary cats. Tangun can use a flush toilet."

Nakahara Chuya: "..." He has a stomach full of dirty words to say now.

"Okay, what do you want from me, isn't it just to let me eat tofu?" Nakahara Nakaya said warily to Dazai, holding his arm.

"Well, there is indeed one thing that Chuya needs to do." Dazai put his arms on the table, crossed his hands, and rested his chin on it.

His aura suddenly became gloomy.

Tangun looked at Dazai's appearance, jumped off him, and prepared to avoid the next conversation.

Chuya saw Dazai like this, with his hands on his back, this posture was undoubtedly waiting for Dazai to give an order.

"I'm going to defuse a dud," Dazai said.

Tangun paused as he walked towards the lounge, the hair on his body exploded.

Chuya's slightly bowed posture froze, and the expression on his face was distorted and terrifying.

"Meow meow meow meow meow!" Tangun immediately turned around and grabbed Dazai's windbreaker, his voice was extremely harsh.

"Damn it, I'll take your head off first!" Zhongya roared again, "You just have to be a demon to me today, right?"

Dazai covered his ears: "Ah, it's so noisy."

"Meow!"

"Are you listening to me!"

One person and one cat all entered a violent state.