novelraw Chapter 70 You Hate Carrots Too
Chapter 70 You Hate Carrots Too
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In fact, this sentence can be more specific.
It's called you don't have a choice.
"Teacher." I said simply.
With a meow, it's really hard not to remind people of the embarrassment after being drunk.
How should I put it, it's kind of interesting...
I swear, I will never drink again, the weakness in my limbs after drinking is my nightmare.
The most outrageous thing is that I can clearly recall every detail. I guarantee that my mind is clear after drinking, but my thinking is slow.
"Hey." Osamu Dazai got what he wanted, and agreed happily.
Seeing that he didn't make things difficult for me anymore, I was relieved.
Osamu Dazai is really weird today, he asked me to bring a coker and called me teacher.
It was as if Osamu Dazai was teasing me.
Flirting?
I blinked, how could I think so.
But the more I think about it, the more appropriate it becomes.
Stop it, don't think about it any more.
Fortunately, the third dish came to the table at this time, I was a little surprised, and I just cooled down after being surprised.
More than [-] maple leaves carved from carrots the size of a pinky finger are folded into the shape of a peony flower.
It's a pity that it is also a carrot in Delicacy.
I poked it with a fork in distaste, and seeing that Osamu Dazai didn't move, I used the fork to disrupt the delicate plate arrangement, looked at him happily, and reached a consensus.
As long as you hate carrots too, we're good friends.
After explaining to the waiter that we are both allergic to carrots and not a bad dish, the waiter brought the fourth course.
Half a palm-sized roast beef tenderloin served with black garlic.
I was relieved to finally have meat, but honestly, small.
After I got rid of my own meat, when I was hesitant to try this piece of black garlic, I glanced at Osamu Dazai's plate from the corner of my eye. The piece of meat was placed there completely, and I said in doubt.
"why do not you eat?"
Osamu Dazai took a fork to do acupuncture on the beef tenderloin, bored: "I don't like it."
He looked at my empty plate maliciously: "I don't recommend you to eat so much."
My hand holding the fork stiffened instantly: "Why?"
Osamu Dazai didn't answer, no matter how I asked, he just poked the meat with a smile.
After all, I still didn't eat the piece of black garlic. When the waiter came to collect the plate, I saw Osamu Dazai's untouched beef tenderloin, and asked why.
Osamu Dazai replied to the attendant in a language I could not understand.
I saw the waiter's face turn pale, but he said nothing, and the tall, well-bred man bowed apologetically, and walked away with his tray.
"What did you tell him?"
"Maybe I'm not hungry?" Osamu Dazai said in a coaxing tone.
"...you're mocking the dishes."
"I thought Qianli didn't understand French." Osamu Dazai bulged his cheeks and lay down on the table.
"I don't understand, but your tone is very savage."
It's not that I don't have enough adjectives, it's that Osamu Dazai's tone of voice when he spoke to his attendants just now really resembles the unruly young lady losing her temper, purely making things difficult.
"But in my opinion, none of these expensive dishes are as good as the crab porridge cooked by thousands of miles."
"Crab meat comes from canned crab meat, and the rice is half-cooked long-grain rice. It's easy to cook together in a rice cooker."
"Don't beat me up."
The next dish was served, it was butter and baguette, toasted and fragrant, I picked up a piece and was about to eat it, when I saw Osamu Dazai didn't move, I looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm a picky eater, so you can eat Qianli." Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "But don't eat too much."
After repeatedly confirming that the food was okay, I took a bite and it was delicious.
But due to my psychological barrier and Osamu Dazai's weird behavior, I only ate one piece.
In order to be polite, so that the attendant would not think we were looking for trouble, I explained to him that we were not hungry.
"By the way, why did you come to eat French food?" I asked.
Since Osamu Dazai doesn't like to eat, why did he come.
Osamu Dazai didn't hesitate, and explained honestly: "I chose a romantic French meal based on the dating tips I saw online and Mr. Mori's recommendation."
Really have your Dazai.
I don't think Osamu Dazai and I would be romantically involved in a French restaurant, and we're not dating.
Compared to the strange relationship, I just tend to think that Osamu Dazai and I are conniving and being pampered.
Besides, I don't think Osamu Dazai would like me either.
From what I know of him, he just treats me as entertainment, making ambiguous and ambiguous speech and actions. When I misunderstand, he will laugh at me.
"Don't trust the strategies on the Internet in the future."
Dazai nodded obediently.
The last dish is pumpkin soup with sea urchin. The color is orange-red and black, and it is a bit weird to match the fresh orange sea urchin.
I stirred this strange combination with a spoon, and the bright red liquid ingredients were turned out from the bottom, forming a strange drawing in the extremely thick soup. I complained: "Why is the innovative French cuisine so keen on seafood matching Sweets?"
It's strange how the upper class likes it.
"Maybe they think Japanese people like seafood?" Osamu Dazai scooped up a spoonful of soup, sniffed it under his nose, and his expression changed: "Don't drink it yet."
I put down the spoon: "What's wrong?"
"There's blood in the soup." Osamu Dazai pointed to the red-streaked soup that I dug out, raised his hand to call for an attendant, and asked him what happened to the soup.
"Call your chefs over here." Osamu Dazai said with a cold face, looking awkward.
Since Osamu Dazai said there was blood, it must be human blood. Thinking of how I almost stuffed the spoon into my mouth, I feel a little scared.
I suddenly realized something was wrong, Osamu Dazai's attitude, as if he knew there was something wrong with the food.
Reminiscent of the way he fiddled with the food and only ate the white scallop sticks and the crispy potato balls...
Did Osamu Dazai mention Mr. Mori repeatedly?
So, is this a mission?
The attendant heard that there was blood in the soup, and he thought we were here to find fault. Out of upbringing, he carefully explained the raw materials of this pumpkin soup, saying that there could be no blood.
Osamu Dazai took a spoon to stir the soup from the bottom, and the bright red was turned up from the bottom, and the blood with a different density from the thick soup was stirred into blood threads.
The attendant's face changed and he apologized quickly, wanting to take the soup away quickly.
Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to look at him with a half-smile, and at that moment, the coldness that belonged to the inner world erupted from the student in the white sweater.
"Put the soup down."
The attendant was frightened, bowed and apologized quickly, and hurried to the chef.
I held my chin and watched Osamu Dazai's aura erupt, and felt that he was really good-looking, and he had aura in everything he wore.
"Do you want to investigate, Dazai? Maybe the chef accidentally cut it?"
Before Osamu Dazai could speak, a voice suddenly broke in.
"It's not that the chef cut it, it's the victim's blood."
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The author has something to say:
猜猜小兔宰治为什么不吃肉和面包（）感谢在2022-02-0109:54:29~2022-02-0113:57:17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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of small hamster;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!