Mori Chef's self-cultivation

——I thought she was joking, but I didn't expect...

Yato stared blankly at the fishing tackle shop in front of him, and waved his arms from time to time to dispel the fishy smell that floated to the tip of his nose.

The disadvantage of a keen sense of smell is that it is easy to be confused by bad smells.

If it wasn't for waiting for someone, he would definitely not be willing to stay longer for a second, but now he can only stare helplessly at the door that opens to welcome guests, as if he was brought here by the owner and had to stay outside because pets are not allowed in. Loyal canines await.

Fortunately, the pink-haired boy who didn't match the painting style of the old house soon reappeared, and walked out of the slightly darkened room with light steps.

For some reason, the older boss also followed behind him with a warm smile on his face. He had no choice but to stop until he was completely sent outside the door, and said in a reluctant tone: "Be sure Please take care of the shop a lot in the future—"

"Well, I will~"

He shook the two wide-brimmed sun hats in his left hand, looking satisfied after returning from shopping in the mall, but in his right hand he was carrying a wretched iron bucket with several fishing rods in it, jingling with his movements The local area kept making noises.

It really doesn't match his fairy-like image.

The blue-haired god who couldn't see it took a step forward, instinctively took the messy things in his hands, and looked at the shop owner not far away, while muttering: "Obviously I just bought a few things, Why are you making such a nasty expression..."

"Huh? Probably because I used Mr. Nakahara's black card to pay the bill." Of course Kurihara couldn't tell the truth about what he did, so he blinked innocently and gave a half-truth and half-false answer.

After all, although there are many rich people, it is definitely quite arrogant to be able to give an unlimited black card to someone who has just met for a day.

But then again, probably no one would dare to steal the money of Hong Kong and black cadres—it is estimated that they will be chased and killed as soon as the front foot is spent.

He thought about it aimlessly, apparently not feeling intimidated.

What's more, the things he bought just now are not considered crossing the line in any way, and there is no such thing as transferring money, but the quantity is relatively large.

If they are stacked together, it should not be worth as much as the lowest red wine in Zhongye's wine cabinet in Zhongyuan.

"Damn rich people."

Yeto, who was next to him, made a summary for him. By the way, he clenched his fists as if hating the rich, turned his head, and began to preach again with earnestness: "Don't give in. It doesn't matter whether he is a bad old man or a young upstart, in short, I like Guys who use money to buy others have absolutely no real feelings!"

"Speaking of which, Mr. Yato lost his cell phone, right?"

As if he hadn't heard the teaching of the poor god, which was full of personal subjective emotions, the pink-haired boy picked up the black card in his pocket with two fingers, and successfully blocked the opponent's mouth with the next sentence.

"—How about, how about we go shopping together? I happen to be short of a mobile phone too."

"..."

The blue-haired young man who was precisely poked into the financial distress silently held his chest, and didn't have the courage to take out the wine bottle stuffed with more than half of the coins in front of the believers (?), for fear of lowering his own (maybe it never existed) Compelling.

A real man must be able to bend and stretch!

It's nothing to eat... It's not a big deal to eat it once!

So it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive at a nearby small shopping mall, picking out affordable mobile phones.

Due to the rapid development of technology, even in the middle and late three years that Kurihara is familiar with, the current level is really not enough, so he simply chooses the most basic style, which can send text messages, surf the Internet and make and receive calls. up.

Anyway, it's a consumable that won't be used a few times...

He barely suppressed the disgust in his heart, skillfully arranged the phone card that was processed at the same time, and then sent a message to Zhongyuan Zhongye's private mobile phone from memory.

Reporting whereabouts to temporary owners is a compulsory course for domestic cats.

[Mr. Zhongyuan, I have already bought my mobile phone and daily necessities, and I want to cook dinner for you today. I wonder if you like fish? 】

"Fish or something..."

The orange-haired boy who was looking at the phone paused, and showed a subtle look at the lit phone screen, "It's not a matter of liking it or not, but..."

Another meaning of someone helping to cook dinner is that the other person is waiting for him to go home.

Looking back, the last time a similar occasion happened was when he was in the "Sheep" organization a few years ago, and his former companions were in charge of cooking, taking turns taking care of everyone's food and daily life.

Although they are poor, they have never bought high-end ingredients, and some people cut corners and cut corners to make a lot of nondescript finished products...

But it is undeniable that it was indeed a warm day full of fireworks.

He quite likes it, but it's a pity that everything can't go back.

The young man who has become a cadre of the port mafia hooked the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and was about to type the words "as you wish", when he suddenly felt that his hands were empty, and then he heard an extremely annoying frivolity in his ears. voice.

"Cooking for a dark little dwarf? Pooh--"

"Hey, bastard Dazai, who allowed you to take it away casually?!"

He didn't raise his eyes, and reflexively kicked towards the attacker's face, and tried to blast his deadly enemy's head for the Nth time, so that the opponent could learn to stop for a while and be a normal person who is not annoying.

Of course, he knew very well that this was completely impossible.

Unless Osamu Dazai succeeds in committing suicide one day, he will always be so hateful... However, his vitality is too strong, no matter how many times he tries, he can't really die.

Tsk, a guy who doesn't deserve sympathy.

Almost as expected, the orange-haired boy's attack failed again, only in exchange for a light leap of his mortal enemy, flying up to the window sill in the corridor like a big black bird, continuing to chatter and taunt non-stop.

"Who made you laugh so disgustingly that I couldn't stop gagging when I saw it~" The black-haired boy with a bandage wrapped around half of his face stuck out his tongue, then opened his eyes wide in surprise, exaggeratedly He exclaimed: "Wow - is it possible that the slimy slug has also learned the 'Golden House Cangjiao'? Oops, it's really not a person's appearance, I'm going to tell Mr. Mori!"

"The leader knows it!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth and fought back, ignoring the bunch of provocative words that his arch-rival said earlier - if he responded one by one every time, he would definitely be exhausted.

He's not the type to talk.

However, he soon realized that he had actually answered a question that should not have been answered.

As if he had discovered a great secret, the guy in front of him raised his eyebrows, and the only left eye exposed to the outside revealed a creepy light, which did not go out for a long time.

"Interesting, it turns out that Mr. Mori entrusted you with the task~"

The black-haired boy made a long, malicious voice, and the next moment, he landed lightly on the ground. At the same time, he raised his enemy's mobile phone and shook it from side to side, asking in a simple tone as if he was asking for advice: "Why didn't he choose to hand in hand?" Give it to me, obviously I am the more suitable candidate——?"

He has a rather handsome and pleasing face, even if he pretends to be cute and pouts his lips, it won't make people feel bored, and it can even make women who are overflowing with maternal love scream for it.

But unfortunately, Zhong Yuanzhong, who knew his nature, was not confused. Instead, he felt his hair stand on end, and he wished he could hug his arm and rub it twice on the spot.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai didn't want to continue acting either, he changed his face as if the sky was turning from sunny to cloudy, causing shadows to climb over his iris-colored eyes, revealing dark malice in an instant.

"Then I'll go to Mao Sui to recommend myself~"

He still used a light tone, while throwing the phone to its original owner, while taking advantage of the other's distraction, he turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Immediately, his brisk voice, almost talking to himself, spread in the spacious space.

"Who do you think Mr. Mori will choose? Oh, it's really exciting."

"Well……"

For some reason, Kurihara Fushu shivered slightly, and couldn't help but let out a small sigh from his throat.

The subtle sound like a small animal naturally attracted the attention of the people around him.

"I said you—"

Yeto maintained the posture of holding a bucket in one hand and two fishing rods in the other, and finally couldn't control his full belly, and tried to dissuade him quite weakly: "Even if it's for 'wanting to make fish for Mr. Zhongyuan' For this kind of reason, there is no need to fish in person, isn’t it better to go to the supermarket and buy ready-made ones directly?”

"It's obviously more sincere to complete the whole process with my own hands. After all, I seem to have to trouble him for a while..."

As if a little shy, the pink-haired "girl" pressed the sun hat on top of her head, and pulled the raised neckline of the thin long windbreaker she bought specially, completely covering her face in the shadow.

In this way, no one can find out where his eyes are looking at at this moment.

Yokohama is a city near the sea. There are regular boats in charge of catching prey and providing residents with delicious seafood, so almost no one would choose to do it themselves.

If you are a wealthy person who is willing to enjoy leisure time, you can choose to go fishing in a special indoor place, so that you can fully experience the joy of returning with a full reward without too much effort.

It is obviously rare to find such a strange flower like him who deliberately looks for small rivers in the forest area near the town.

But it is not absolutely non-existent.

——"I heard that the foreign invaders are uncivilized barbarians. They neither live in hotels nor go to any entertainment venues...I said, they probably set up tents to fish. eat it?"

One of the pieces of information heard in the bar last night sounded in his ears, followed by wanton laughter.

The speaker obviously shared it with him as a joke.

His eyes glanced at the big tree not far away. On the soft soil, there were a few footprints of adult men impressively. Judging from the light patterns on the soles of the shoes, it was an old military style that was popular a few years ago. shape.

—Ah... I'll find you guys soon.

The author has something to say: Neither Xiao Lizi nor Dazai is the type of Mr. Mori who loves the optimal solution. Compared with how to complete the task quickly, he prefers to make the process more interesting and complicated, so they had a good time. Yes, we are already making preparations (?▽｀)

I don’t know if it’s JJ’s real name system, or the content of this book is too serious, I feel that there are so few comments, the author who relies on comments to continue his life will starve to death QAQ

It doesn't matter if it's a real-name system issue, I can see it in the background! (crazy hint