Mori Chef's self-cultivation
Chapter 20 Mori Kitchen.20
The man who can be called BOSS by the cadre-level mafia, of course, is his immediate boss.
The leader of Gang Hei...
In this short moment, countless guesses flashed through Kurihara's head, like overpasses criss-crossing and circling, each of which has an independent exit leading to the outside world, and can reach different futures.
Among them, the most thrilling and exciting route is the route with the sign of "Black Mud Demon Haunted".
He only knew that Osamu Dazai was a member of the port mafia, but he couldn't find out for the time being how high a level he had reached - but with the ability of the other party, at least he should be a cadre, right?
If you are willing to work hard, maybe becoming the leader will not be a problem.
So in other words, could it be that difficult guy who is talking to the orange-haired boy right now?
If this is the case, it means that the hidden buff he had just lost its effect, and the other party successfully found out his location, and then issued an order to Zhongyuan Zhongye... Then his situation is quite dangerous.
But there is a major premise in his inference that cannot be explained.
Could it be that before he attacked Fat Sheep, someone had already been watching him, analyzed his thoughts, and reported it to (I don't know if it was Dazai's) the black leader of Hong Kong?
Such a precise prediction ability is too scary.
When did he show his little tail...
Just relying on those two ambiguous calls was not enough to provide too many effective ingredients. The pink-haired boy who eavesdropped through the door continued to hold his breath and quietly search for information.
In the living room, the orange-haired boy who didn't know anything about it was still focused on the communication, waiting for the man on the other end of the phone to give him some advice.
"Chuya-kun, what is my suggestion..."
In the spacious room that Kurihara Tsubasa is currently out of reach, Mr. Chief, who is also at his desk busy with official duties and doesn't get much rest time all year round, insists on pens. While correcting the mission reports submitted by his subordinates, he speaks with ease and commands: "Yes. It would be better to stand still for the next two days."
Hearing this, the blond little loli who was sitting on the carpet at his feet, who was buried in the cake, rolled her eyes, expressing her disgust.
"Bad Rintaro—"
"It's easy to have the opposite effect if you act too hastily."
I don't know if he is persuading a supernatural body who loves to sing against himself, or carefully teaching a capable cadre who lacks experience in dealing with women, he unhurriedly explained his thoughts simply, "People need a safe distance to get along with each other. If it is broken forcefully, it will make the other party feel extremely uncomfortable, and then have the urge to run away."
"In order to avoid the possibility of failure, it is better for Mr. Zhongye not to act rashly."
"..."
Zhongyuan Zhong, who had invited someone into his house to live together (?) for no reason, could not help but remain silent.
——Boss, your theory doesn't seem to apply here...
Suddenly, an indescribable sense of frustration welled up in my heart.
Fortunately, as a self-improving martial artist, he has a strong ability to fight against blows, and has always maintained the spirit of "get up from where he fell and fight again." After thinking about it, he chose a cryptic one. way to reveal the current situation.
"Then if she doesn't reject my approach, it's even quite..."
He originally wanted to describe it as docile. After all, the other party felt like a weak and helpless stray cat. He just gave him some dried fish and followed him, completely ignoring the possibility of encountering bad guys.
But to describe a girl like this, it seems that she doesn't respect people very much, and it seems that the other party is very casual.
Speaking of which, if I hadn't met him, I'm afraid A would have succeeded tonight, leading to irreversible consequences.
This guy is so lacking in vigilance, he has to watch him carefully.
It is probably a common problem of temporary owners. The orange-haired boy was confused by appearances, and unconsciously ignored Kurihara Sheru's magical gambling methods, and subconsciously chose to cover up the truth: "It's very close, it seems that some people rely on me. It feels like it's really hard to keep a distance..."
"Ugh……"
For some reason, a long sigh suddenly came from the microphone, which completely puzzled him.
Listening to the little devil in the corner happily raised his little tail and shook it from side to side.
Even if he doesn't know what the person on the other side said, he can guess how worried the guy who gave the order is at the moment just based on Nakahara Chuya's response. He probably wants to hold his subordinate's shoulders and shout, "Be sober!" , don't be reversed!" and so on.
There is no way, although Single Cell can guarantee absolute loyalty, which makes people rest assured that he will not be instigated by the enemy, but it is doomed that when he meets a high-ranking goblin, he will not be able to play strategies freely.
Even, she was unconsciously carried away by the opponent's rhythm.
——Sure enough, we need to take a step closer...
At the same time, he and the man on the other end of the phone had similar thoughts, like two foxes stretching out their paws to test each other in the air.
"OK then."
In the chief's office, the black-haired man finally put down his pen, stood up from behind the large desk, and walked slowly towards the French windows.
The sensor system set in advance drove the curtains to rise slowly, allowing the clear moonlight from the sky to fall into his eyes, softening the gloomy deep purple into a jewel-like translucent color, enough to reflect the scene outside.
His location overlooks the entire city of Yokohama.
This city by the sea is like a whale accidentally stranded. It is huge, beautiful, and full of vitality, but it may be murdered by the unsuitable living environment in the next moment, turning into a huge empty space with a rancid smell. shell.
Just like the appearance under the tyrannical rule of the previous generation of Hong Kong and black.
Ordinary people may mistakenly believe that even if a different ruler has restored the city's development trend and put everything on a relatively stable track, once there is a temptation of interests, he will also abandon it without hesitation. used in exchange for more value.
It's just a matter of time.
Only he knew how much he loved this city, and even got rid of his identity as a ruler from the very beginning, positioning himself as a slave of the organization, serving it all his life until death came.
to this end--
"Since she said, listened, counted, and obeyed you..."
As if he thought his statement was very interesting, he gave a low laugh, and said, "Then invite her to the reception the day after tomorrow, how about entering as Mr. Zhongye's dance partner?"
——He wants to continuously inject excellent fresh blood into the organization to replace the decayed and old parts.
The fighters whose brain circuits were not in the same line as their own heart leader were stunned for a moment, showing such a serious expression on their faces, and tried their best to respond to the new task as smoothly as possible, then hung up the phone.
Then again, does it really count as a job?
When did the scope of care of the organization include the emotional problems of the members, and even the leader had to get involved, pull the strings for him, and try his best to facilitate a brand new marriage... I still feel a little weird.
He couldn't help rubbing his temples, trying to dispel the lingering strange atmosphere.
About half a minute later, there was a crisp sound of turning the doorknob not far away, and when he turned his head, he happened to see half of the face of the pink-haired "girl" protruding from the wall of the living room, blinking Canlan slightly shyly. With beautiful eyes, she greeted him in a low voice.
"I don't know if I've disturbed you, but I'm here to return the phone..."
"Well, it's good to put it here."
The orange-haired boy casually pointed to the coffee table at hand, and when he saw the feline living in the new environment discreetly showing its full appearance and rattling in front of him, he immediately pretended to inadvertently ask: "Speaking of which, what do you think?" Any plans for the near future?"
The thin white fingers that sent the phone forward paused in mid-air, attracting his attention.
"I want to find a job that can support me..."
Kurihara Wataru, who was steadily releasing the aura of a domestic cat, knelt down on the carpet, creating a height difference that allowed him to look up at the other party, then tilted his head, as if observing the breeder's mood, pursed his lips nervously.
That insecure and humble appearance is enough to poke anyone's pity.Even murderers are no exception.
What's more, Zhongyuan Zhongye was originally a soft-hearted type.
On the premise of not touching the principles of the organization, he would never mind providing some convenience for the other party so that he could settle down.
So he said naturally: "Don't go looking for it yourself, let me arrange it for you."
"Mr. Zhongyuan is really a good person..."
The pink-haired boy skillfully handed out the good person card, which made people feel like he was going to play the drama of "nothing in return, only promise with body".
To be honest, that would make innocent cadres feel very troublesome.
Fortunately, he knows best what is enough is enough, so he doesn't tease honest people too much, lest he become a scumbag who disturbs a pool of spring water but is unwilling to take responsibility.
And through eavesdropping on a few words, he has a vaguely real guess: the current leader of the port mafia seems to hope that the Central Plains will also use male sex to drag him into the fire pit and work together for the organization.
After all, love is the best way to tie a woman who is naturally emotional.
—Hmph, the unscrupulous guy is doomed to be disappointed.
Thinking of this, Kurihara Worf puffed up his chest without any trace, proudly expressing his love from the bottom of his heart.
Except for Mr. Sen, he will not be tempted by anyone. Could the other party still tie someone up, use all his strength to lure him, and pull him into the port mafia to be a diligent old scalper?
If it can be done, he may really agree.
But obviously thinking too much.
The author has something to say: (/ω\) Today is also a day I hope to share with you!
I went to check the spine yesterday, because of long-term poor sitting posture, I have a little scoliosis. Babies, remember to stand up and move around if you have nothing to do ヽ(;▽;)ノ
感谢在2020-12-0723:47:40~2020-12-0822:51:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: kg3;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Sichuan;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
The leader of Gang Hei...
In this short moment, countless guesses flashed through Kurihara's head, like overpasses criss-crossing and circling, each of which has an independent exit leading to the outside world, and can reach different futures.
Among them, the most thrilling and exciting route is the route with the sign of "Black Mud Demon Haunted".
He only knew that Osamu Dazai was a member of the port mafia, but he couldn't find out for the time being how high a level he had reached - but with the ability of the other party, at least he should be a cadre, right?
If you are willing to work hard, maybe becoming the leader will not be a problem.
So in other words, could it be that difficult guy who is talking to the orange-haired boy right now?
If this is the case, it means that the hidden buff he had just lost its effect, and the other party successfully found out his location, and then issued an order to Zhongyuan Zhongye... Then his situation is quite dangerous.
But there is a major premise in his inference that cannot be explained.
Could it be that before he attacked Fat Sheep, someone had already been watching him, analyzed his thoughts, and reported it to (I don't know if it was Dazai's) the black leader of Hong Kong?
Such a precise prediction ability is too scary.
When did he show his little tail...
Just relying on those two ambiguous calls was not enough to provide too many effective ingredients. The pink-haired boy who eavesdropped through the door continued to hold his breath and quietly search for information.
In the living room, the orange-haired boy who didn't know anything about it was still focused on the communication, waiting for the man on the other end of the phone to give him some advice.
"Chuya-kun, what is my suggestion..."
In the spacious room that Kurihara Tsubasa is currently out of reach, Mr. Chief, who is also at his desk busy with official duties and doesn't get much rest time all year round, insists on pens. While correcting the mission reports submitted by his subordinates, he speaks with ease and commands: "Yes. It would be better to stand still for the next two days."
Hearing this, the blond little loli who was sitting on the carpet at his feet, who was buried in the cake, rolled her eyes, expressing her disgust.
"Bad Rintaro—"
"It's easy to have the opposite effect if you act too hastily."
I don't know if he is persuading a supernatural body who loves to sing against himself, or carefully teaching a capable cadre who lacks experience in dealing with women, he unhurriedly explained his thoughts simply, "People need a safe distance to get along with each other. If it is broken forcefully, it will make the other party feel extremely uncomfortable, and then have the urge to run away."
"In order to avoid the possibility of failure, it is better for Mr. Zhongye not to act rashly."
"..."
Zhongyuan Zhong, who had invited someone into his house to live together (?) for no reason, could not help but remain silent.
——Boss, your theory doesn't seem to apply here...
Suddenly, an indescribable sense of frustration welled up in my heart.
Fortunately, as a self-improving martial artist, he has a strong ability to fight against blows, and has always maintained the spirit of "get up from where he fell and fight again." After thinking about it, he chose a cryptic one. way to reveal the current situation.
"Then if she doesn't reject my approach, it's even quite..."
He originally wanted to describe it as docile. After all, the other party felt like a weak and helpless stray cat. He just gave him some dried fish and followed him, completely ignoring the possibility of encountering bad guys.
But to describe a girl like this, it seems that she doesn't respect people very much, and it seems that the other party is very casual.
Speaking of which, if I hadn't met him, I'm afraid A would have succeeded tonight, leading to irreversible consequences.
This guy is so lacking in vigilance, he has to watch him carefully.
It is probably a common problem of temporary owners. The orange-haired boy was confused by appearances, and unconsciously ignored Kurihara Sheru's magical gambling methods, and subconsciously chose to cover up the truth: "It's very close, it seems that some people rely on me. It feels like it's really hard to keep a distance..."
"Ugh……"
For some reason, a long sigh suddenly came from the microphone, which completely puzzled him.
Listening to the little devil in the corner happily raised his little tail and shook it from side to side.
Even if he doesn't know what the person on the other side said, he can guess how worried the guy who gave the order is at the moment just based on Nakahara Chuya's response. He probably wants to hold his subordinate's shoulders and shout, "Be sober!" , don't be reversed!" and so on.
There is no way, although Single Cell can guarantee absolute loyalty, which makes people rest assured that he will not be instigated by the enemy, but it is doomed that when he meets a high-ranking goblin, he will not be able to play strategies freely.
Even, she was unconsciously carried away by the opponent's rhythm.
——Sure enough, we need to take a step closer...
At the same time, he and the man on the other end of the phone had similar thoughts, like two foxes stretching out their paws to test each other in the air.
"OK then."
In the chief's office, the black-haired man finally put down his pen, stood up from behind the large desk, and walked slowly towards the French windows.
The sensor system set in advance drove the curtains to rise slowly, allowing the clear moonlight from the sky to fall into his eyes, softening the gloomy deep purple into a jewel-like translucent color, enough to reflect the scene outside.
His location overlooks the entire city of Yokohama.
This city by the sea is like a whale accidentally stranded. It is huge, beautiful, and full of vitality, but it may be murdered by the unsuitable living environment in the next moment, turning into a huge empty space with a rancid smell. shell.
Just like the appearance under the tyrannical rule of the previous generation of Hong Kong and black.
Ordinary people may mistakenly believe that even if a different ruler has restored the city's development trend and put everything on a relatively stable track, once there is a temptation of interests, he will also abandon it without hesitation. used in exchange for more value.
It's just a matter of time.
Only he knew how much he loved this city, and even got rid of his identity as a ruler from the very beginning, positioning himself as a slave of the organization, serving it all his life until death came.
to this end--
"Since she said, listened, counted, and obeyed you..."
As if he thought his statement was very interesting, he gave a low laugh, and said, "Then invite her to the reception the day after tomorrow, how about entering as Mr. Zhongye's dance partner?"
——He wants to continuously inject excellent fresh blood into the organization to replace the decayed and old parts.
The fighters whose brain circuits were not in the same line as their own heart leader were stunned for a moment, showing such a serious expression on their faces, and tried their best to respond to the new task as smoothly as possible, then hung up the phone.
Then again, does it really count as a job?
When did the scope of care of the organization include the emotional problems of the members, and even the leader had to get involved, pull the strings for him, and try his best to facilitate a brand new marriage... I still feel a little weird.
He couldn't help rubbing his temples, trying to dispel the lingering strange atmosphere.
About half a minute later, there was a crisp sound of turning the doorknob not far away, and when he turned his head, he happened to see half of the face of the pink-haired "girl" protruding from the wall of the living room, blinking Canlan slightly shyly. With beautiful eyes, she greeted him in a low voice.
"I don't know if I've disturbed you, but I'm here to return the phone..."
"Well, it's good to put it here."
The orange-haired boy casually pointed to the coffee table at hand, and when he saw the feline living in the new environment discreetly showing its full appearance and rattling in front of him, he immediately pretended to inadvertently ask: "Speaking of which, what do you think?" Any plans for the near future?"
The thin white fingers that sent the phone forward paused in mid-air, attracting his attention.
"I want to find a job that can support me..."
Kurihara Wataru, who was steadily releasing the aura of a domestic cat, knelt down on the carpet, creating a height difference that allowed him to look up at the other party, then tilted his head, as if observing the breeder's mood, pursed his lips nervously.
That insecure and humble appearance is enough to poke anyone's pity.Even murderers are no exception.
What's more, Zhongyuan Zhongye was originally a soft-hearted type.
On the premise of not touching the principles of the organization, he would never mind providing some convenience for the other party so that he could settle down.
So he said naturally: "Don't go looking for it yourself, let me arrange it for you."
"Mr. Zhongyuan is really a good person..."
The pink-haired boy skillfully handed out the good person card, which made people feel like he was going to play the drama of "nothing in return, only promise with body".
To be honest, that would make innocent cadres feel very troublesome.
Fortunately, he knows best what is enough is enough, so he doesn't tease honest people too much, lest he become a scumbag who disturbs a pool of spring water but is unwilling to take responsibility.
And through eavesdropping on a few words, he has a vaguely real guess: the current leader of the port mafia seems to hope that the Central Plains will also use male sex to drag him into the fire pit and work together for the organization.
After all, love is the best way to tie a woman who is naturally emotional.
—Hmph, the unscrupulous guy is doomed to be disappointed.
Thinking of this, Kurihara Worf puffed up his chest without any trace, proudly expressing his love from the bottom of his heart.
Except for Mr. Sen, he will not be tempted by anyone. Could the other party still tie someone up, use all his strength to lure him, and pull him into the port mafia to be a diligent old scalper?
If it can be done, he may really agree.
But obviously thinking too much.
The author has something to say: (/ω\) Today is also a day I hope to share with you!
I went to check the spine yesterday, because of long-term poor sitting posture, I have a little scoliosis. Babies, remember to stand up and move around if you have nothing to do ヽ(;▽;)ノ
感谢在2020-12-0723:47:40~2020-12-0822:51:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: kg3;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Sichuan;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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