I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

Terao Yashu said that he was going to cook, but seeing Dazai's frightened half-dead look, he decided to forget it.

After all, he is a good boyfriend, if he is poisoned to death, it will be a big loss.

But it can’t go on like this forever. He also wants to cook delicious meals, feed his boyfriend’s stomach, and show off to others: “I made my boyfriend his favorite meal today.”

So during the few days when he was recuperating at home, he went through all the recipes. He took out the concentration and meticulousness when he was studying, and studied the recipes from beginning to end several times.

When his foot injury healed, he couldn't wait to go shopping, ready to put the culinary knowledge he had learned in the past few days into action.

Seeing his eagerness to try, Dazai was a little scared: "Are you really going to learn how to cook again?"

"Well, Mr. Dazai, what would you like to eat, sushi?"

"...It's better not to."

The last time Terao Yasuke made sushi for the leader. It is said that cream, soy sauce and fruit were mixed together. The leader felt sick for several days after taking a bite.

After Dazai heard about this, he laughed wildly for a long time, but when it was Yasushi Terao's turn to make sushi for him, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The next morning, Dazai went to work at the Armed Detective Agency, and Terao Yasuke had nothing to do at home, so he went to the supermarket to do some shopping and was going to buy some ingredients to go home.

He walked around for a long time, from the clothing area on the second floor to the food area on the first floor, and bought a pile of items, and the shopping cart could hardly fit.

Because he was not sure what kind of dishes he was going to make, he simply bought all the ingredients and prepared to go home and experiment one by one.

If you cook a hundred dishes, there must be one that is edible, right?

In the end, he came to the canned food section, intending to buy some canned crab meat, but before taking a few steps, he bumped into Bai Lan head-on.

The other's iconic face came into his eyes, and he was taken aback: "...Senior Bai Lan?"

The other party also saw him at a glance, and smiled: "Oh, it's Terao-san."

The other party was wearing a normal suit and stood there with a beautiful smile, but it made him flustered.

"Student Terao, it's really rare that you took the initiative to say hello to me today. Every time you saw me at school before, you ran away like a rabbit in fright."

Why do you always say he looks like a rabbit?

"Because you always talk about topics that embarrass me, senior, so I just ran away when I saw you."

"Do I have it?"

Yes, Bai Lan often asked him questions such as "Do you want to fulfill the sex agreement we didn't finish before?" Although he said it in a joking tone every time, every sentence touched his bottom line, which made him very happy. Awkward.

There was only one can of crabmeat left on the shelf, and he wanted to reach for it, but Bai Lan took the can first, and put it in his hand to look at it pretendingly.

He held back his anger, "Senior, this is what I want to buy—"

This is what he wants to buy back for Dazai to eat.

"Hey, whoever gets it first gets it."

"Senior, you obviously don't like to eat this, don't you like to eat cotton candy?"

Bai Lan smiled, "But I want to eat canned crab today, and I just want to eat this can, can't I?"

Obviously intentional.

He was a little angry and turned to leave, but the other party laughed instead and put the can in his hand.

"Just kidding, Terao-san, you really don't have a sense of humor at all. It's a good thing we don't date, otherwise our life would be so boring."

Although he took back the can, Yashu Terao was in a very irritable mood now, so he forced a smile and asked: "Senior, do you often strike up a conversation with people on the road like this?"

"No, you are the first person I accosted."

"Do not believe."

Bai Lan's expression was a bit sad: "What, why don't you believe it? Don't you have the experience of falling in love with someone at first sight and then impatiently trying to abduct him into bed?"

Well, yes, that's what he did to Dazai.

"Why is Terao-san laughing?"

There was no reason, he just couldn't help smiling when he thought of his boyfriend.

Just at this time, Dazai sent him a voice message, the content was very explicit: "Mr. Terao, I will be home soon, remember to wash up and wait for me on the bed~"

He accidentally turned on the speakerphone while playing the voice, causing the surrounding customers to hear this sentence and cast strange glances at him.

He was extremely embarrassed, his face was hot, and he quickly turned off his voice, pretending that nothing happened.

But Bai Lan heard this voice clearly, and suddenly laughed, laughing from one end of the container to the other, until he left the food area, the other party was still smiling.

Terao Yashu wanted to beat him, but knew he couldn't beat him, so he could only frown and ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think that your boyfriend is very polite to you. You have been dating for so long, and he still calls you 'Mr. Terao'?"

"Any questions?"

"It's not intimacy at all, not to mention between lovers, even between friends who have a good relationship, they don't call each other 'Mr. XX', it's like calling a stranger."

But that's what they've always called it.

Dazai only called him by his first name in front of outsiders, and always called him "Mr. Terao" in private.

"Then, what should lovers call each other?"

Bai Lan threw a marshmallow into her mouth, thought for a while, and shook her head: "How do I know? It's probably called 'wife' or 'husband' or something."

"Hey, that's weird."

"Yeah, it's nasty, isn't it?"

Wife?

He imagined the scene of Dazai calling him "wife", and felt very awkward, so he quickly dismissed the thought.

This is fine now, there is no need for those weird names between him and Dazai.

In the evening, Dazai came home from get off work, yawning exhausted, his whole body looked hollowed out.

After a long day at work, your body is exhausted, your spirits are low, and you need some adult exercise to get your energy back.

He couldn't wait to find his boyfriend for a hug, but after entering the door, he found the leader's shoes in the entrance.

Again?

He immediately walked into the living room, saw the leader standing in front of the bookcase, and said in a broken voice, "Why are you in again?"

The chief can pick the lock, even if he changed the lock a hundred times, it would be useless.

An annoying guy keeps coming in and out of your house, and it's always going to make you feel restless.The appearance of the leader within ten meters around him will not only make him sick, but even cause him to be apathetic.

The leader ignored him, but looked at the bookcase, brushed the brand new books with his fingertips, and asked in surprise: "Why are there so many recipes at home, Mixiu is learning how to cook?"

"Oh, you also called Mixiu's name?"

"Oh, you don't shout on weekdays, so can I say something now?"

"..."

"From now on, if you call him Mr. Terao and I call him Mishu, neither of us can hinder the other, is it fair?"

Dazai was momentarily at a loss for words, and decided to attack the opponent from another angle.

So he nodded: "That's right, Mr. Terao has been learning how to cook for me recently. In order to make me happy, he specially learned to cook all kinds of loving meals."

Sure enough, the leader's face fell down, but he still pretended to be indifferent: "Is the food he cooks delicious?"

"Not very tasty."

"You don't think it tastes good?"

"Well, his cooking skills are still the same, there is no improvement—"

Hearing this, the leader suddenly picked up a book and hit Dazai's head hard, making a loud "boom".

Dazai was caught off guard and was beaten, clutching the place where he was beaten, first surprised, then annoyed: "Why are you crazy? It hurts!"

The leader was expressionless: "You have no right to complain that the food he cooks is unpalatable."

"what?"

"Since he is willing to cook for you, then you should give me a grateful meal, and no complaints are allowed."

"..."

"Also, don't take what your other half has done to you for granted. He wasn't born to cook for you."

Dazai felt baffled when he heard his words, and was about to get angry, but the leader suddenly scolded him: "Idiot, don't you understand anything?"

Dazai noticed the loneliness and resentment in the other party's tone, and suddenly calmed down, wondering, "What do you mean?"

"It means—not everyone can have a wife, and not everyone can eat the food cooked by his wife."

Terao Yasuke is a very good person, many people want him but can't get it, this old man got him, but he dares to dislike the food he cooks.

This idiot, who doesn't know how lucky he is, dares to pick and choose.

Half an hour later, Terao Yasuke returned home after shopping, and found Dazai sitting alone on the sofa in a daze, as if in deep thought.

It was rare for him to see Dazai so quiet, so he put down the items in his hand, took out the scarf he just bought from the bag, and handed it over: "Here, I will give you a gift."

Dazai came back to his senses: "What?"

"Scarf, PRADA's new cashmere scarf, it feels pretty good, so I bought it for you, try it on."

Dazai took the scarf, touched the material of the scarf, and intuitively told him that it was expensive.

He looked at the receipt of the scarf, and sure enough, the string of zeros on the price column made his eyes hurt: "You bought me such an expensive thing again?"

"You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it...Mr. Terao, you always give me such expensive gifts, but I can't afford a gift of the same value in return."

Terao Yasuke took out all the ingredients in the bag and said: "I don't need you to reciprocate, I gave you a gift to make you happy, just show me a happy look, understand, idiot. "

Dazai looked at the scarf, recalled what the leader said just now, sighed suddenly, reached out and hugged him from behind.

He couldn't stand still, and he fell on the sofa. The ingredients in his hand flew out and fell to the ground. Potatoes and onions rolled everywhere.

"You—" he hit the opponent with his fist, "what are you doing?"

Why do you always engage in raids, can't you say hello in advance?

Dazai ignored his beating, and quickly posted: "It's nothing, I just want to hug you...I miss you."

"We haven't seen each other for a few hours."

"Then I miss it too." Dazai rubbed his head against him, "I just miss it, I really miss it... I will miss my Terao-san very much even if we are separated for a minute."

Well, what does that say - don't leave pets alone at home for too long, they'll get lonely.

"Okay, I get it, Mr. Dazai is the pet breed that gets lonely easily and needs a lot of hugs and kisses to be comforted, isn't it?"

Dazai approached him cooperatively, and cried out in his arms: "Meow~"

"Hurry up, tie the scarf I gave you around your neck, and use it as a pet leash."

"Cats don't need a leash."

"But the cat needs to eat, you let go first, and I will make you dinner."

Terao Yasuke washed his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and decided to cook a meal strictly according to the recipe.

He bought measuring cups, balances, measuring spoons, and even syringes. A bunch of utensils were placed on the table, not like a kitchen, but more like a chemical laboratory bench.

Every seasoning is measured with a balance. The salt must be accurate to the gram, the pepper must be accurate to each grain, and the oil must be accurate to the milliliter.

The recipe says "cut the ingredients into two-centimeter pieces", so he will use a ruler to measure, and each piece must be two centimeters, and one millimeter more is not acceptable.

Seeing him being so serious, Dazai couldn't laugh or cry: "You don't have to be so precise."

Terao Yasuke stared at the value of the balance, and said: "What do you know, this is called strict control of variables, just like doing a chemical experiment, the value is not allowed to deviate even a little bit."

"But Mr. Terao, cooking is based on feeling, and meals made with measuring spoons and scales have no soul."

"No soul?" He almost reached out to pinch Dazai's neck, "Come here, I'll beat you until your soul comes out of your body."

After tossing and tossing for more than an hour, he finally served a plate of food, and brought it to Dazai happily, urging him to taste it.

"Eat it quickly, and then tell me if it tastes good, don't hide it."

Dazai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a little bit, and chewed it in his mouth.He watched with anxiety, even more nervous than when he was waiting for the final exam results, and kept asking "Is it delicious?"

Dazai tasted a few more mouthfuls, finally nodded, and said, "Very good, not bad, Mr. Terao has improved a lot."

He carefully observed Dazai's expression, there was no pain, no forbearance, it seemed that he really thought it was delicious.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and was a little happy.

It was a success at last. Although the process of making it is very cumbersome, and switching back and forth with measuring cups and balances is also very troublesome, but strictly following the recipe will not make mistakes.

"Then I will continue to do it tomorrow."

But Dazai shook his head and said, "It's fine, you don't need to spend any more energy studying how to cook, you haven't even done your homework for cooking these few days."

"It doesn't matter if you write fewer questions."

"No, put down the recipe immediately and go upstairs to do your homework."

But now he is only interested in cooking, so he simply put it badly: "No, because I am a love brain, I just have no intention of studying now, I just want to make meals that Mr. Dazai likes, and you don't mind if you stop me." use."

Yashu Terao is the only one who keeps saying the word "love brain" on his lips all day long, and is not ashamed of it but proud of it.

Terao Yasuke used to regard studies as his life, and he would be depressed for several days if he didn't get a perfect score in the midterm exam. After falling in love, he became so self-willed and depraved.

Dazai had no choice but to dissuade him: "But Mr. Terao, I really like the food you cook now. Although it's not very delicious, it doesn't matter, I am very happy to eat it."

"Liar, you have a sad face every time you finish the meal I cook, I have seen it."

Dazai put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at him seriously: "I won't anymore. I will eat all the food you give me with gratitude in the future. I won't say it's bad."

He didn't understand, "Why?"

A few days ago, Dazai laughed at him that "Mr. Terao's cooking does not meet the taste of people on earth", but today he suddenly changed his attitude.

"Well, because I suddenly understood a truth today - having a wife cook for me is a very happy thing, I should be content, I have no right to say that it tastes bad, and I have no right to be picky."

This truth was taught by the leader.

Although the leader is a brat, what he says occasionally makes sense.Sure enough, it would be beneficial to read more books, even if you read romance novels, you can learn a lot.

But Yashu Terao raised his eyebrows suddenly after hearing his words: "Wife?"

Dazai was taken aback, "Huh?"

"Wife, Mr. Dazai, did you just call my wife?"

Dazai just called out inadvertently, and now he suddenly realized that he felt goosebumps all over his body, and quickly denied: "No."

"Really, you called."

"No, really not, you heard wrong."

Terao Yashu originally resisted this title, but just now when he heard Dazai call it... unexpectedly, it was quite pleasant.

Dazai's voice is very nice, when he said those two words just now, there was a little nasal sound, soft and gentle.

It was weird, but he wanted to hear it again.