Chapter 54 Brain Flower in Hot Pot

After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom, Xia Youjie had already brewed hot tea.

Xiao Lu You also held it up, blew on it twice, and then slowly drank it sip by sip.

The hot tea flowed down the esophagus into the internal organs, warming the whole body.

The three of them sat in a row on the sofa, and for a moment there was a rare quiet.

Xiao Luyou didn't take a nap either. She yawned slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, and drowsiness gradually crept in.

The two people next to him fell asleep even faster than him, their bodies sliding down naturally and then settling on his lap.

One on the left and one on the right, evenly distributed.

As Yuya listened to the two people's long, steady breathing, he gradually leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep.

However, they didn't sleep for long; they woke up automatically around dinnertime.

Yuya was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought. Just as he snapped out of it, the door was pushed open, and Dazai Osamu, holding a lock-picking tool, stood in the doorway, smiling: "Yuya~ I've come to take you home~"

"Ah, Dazai, in your hand..."

Dazai Osamu quickly flung the tool he was using to pick the lock away.

"I don't have anything in my hand, Yuya, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Awakened by the noise, Gojo Satoru sat up irritably: "Don't you have any sense of ownership that this is someone else's house? You just barged in, what kind of thief are you?"

"Rather than calling me a thief, it's you who inexplicably break through someone's wall, install a door, and steal someone's treasure for a day when no one is looking that are the real thieves."

Dazai Osamu calmly retorted, extending his hand with his palm facing up: "Give me the list."

Xia Youjie stared at him for a long time before handing over the folder that Edogawa Ranpo had given him during the day.

Dazai Osamu opened the book, glanced at it, and then closed it: "The first fifty places are mine. I'll have someone find them."

With his memory, he could memorize all the place names just by glancing at them.

He smiled and opened his arms to Yuya: "Let's go, Yuya, let's go home."

Yuya got up and followed Osamu Dazai back to the house next door. But as he reached the door, he subconsciously glanced back at the two people inside the room.

Hmm, there's a subtle feeling I can't quite put my finger on.

Dazai Osamu neither asked what Ogawa Yuya had done during the day, nor did he ask about Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru next door.

In fact, he knew most things very well, so there was nothing to ask.

For him, the most important thing was Yuya's safety.

There's nothing more important than catching those pig brains to cook in hot pot.

Dazai Osamu himself would never cook; his culinary skills were a kind of weapon that he would only use when absolutely necessary.

He didn't let Yuya go either.

Busy in the kitchen is Chuuya Nakahara, who is completely unaware of recent events, carrying immense confusion, yet still has to work tirelessly to protect Osamu Dazai.

She stood in the kitchen wearing an apron, looking impatient, but her movements as she prepared the ingredients were clean and efficient.

"By the way, Dazai, I encountered a group of people posing as Mafia members during the day, and I had Grandpa Hirotsu send them back."

Dazai Osamu yawned: "I already know about this. They were secretly selling illegal drugs on Mafia territory. Yuya's actions regarding the burning..."

The decision regarding the goods was made decisively; I would have made the same judgment if it had been handed over to me, which saved me a lot of trouble.

“The people have already been thrown into Yokohama Port. If they still have a chance to find land and get ashore on their own, then let them live.”

He spoke of it casually.

However, Yokohama Port is home to a group of sharks, and there are Mafia members guarding the shore. The fact that someone could be thrown in and still manage to climb back up alive shows how difficult it is.

The door opened again, and Gojo Satoru and Natsumi entered as if they were in an empty room.

"Short young master in the kitchen, please add two more meals."

Xia Youjie's words immediately triggered Nakahara Chuuya's temper. The kitchen floor tiles cracked, and an orange cannonball shot out, knocking Xia Youjie out of the window. The two started fighting outside.

Yuya looked at her shattered kitchen and windows with heartache, thinking to herself: I shouldn't have come back to my own home.

It is foreseeable that this will not be the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last.

He might be planning to train a high-quality, low-cost renovation team.

Dazai Osamu looked at Gojo Satoru but didn't say anything about how he got in.

They have countless ways to open ordinary doors.

"Since you're already here, why don't you go in and cook a couple of dishes?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened: "Are you talking to me?"

"Should we send Yuya instead?"

"How can you be even more shameless than me? You even want me to cook for you?"

Dazai Osamu corrected: "It's not that you're cooking for me, but that you're cooking for Yuya. Kind-hearted Yuya didn't want his childhood friend to starve, so he shared some of his portion with me."

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll do it, as long as you dare to eat it."

As he spoke, he actually rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Yuya peeked out and did it quite skillfully.

"Dazai".

"Um?"

"When did the three of you become so close?"

Even Dazai Osamu, whose expression was usually calm, showed a hint of crack in his face: "Me, Gojo Satoru Yuuki, are we close? Is that how Yuuya sees us?"

Yuya Kojima stroked his chin, looking like a master detective who had seen through everything: "No matter how badly the three of you act, you can't hide it from me. Actually, you've known each other for a long time, haven't you?"

"Sometimes I can sense that unspoken understanding between you two that no one else can get into. You're secretly plotting something big behind my back."

Dazai Osamu stroked Yuya's hair, letting it fall behind his ear and down to the back of his neck.

His tone was light and airy, like mist: "There is indeed such a thing, but I may never tell Yuya until I die."

Will Yu get angry too?

Yuya Kojiro thought about the question seriously: "No."

This answer seemed to please Dazai, whose tone softened: "Why not? Doesn't Yu hate it when people lie to you?"

"Isn't Dazai being honest with me by telling me that he's hiding something from me?"

If both of them know there's something they can't tell him, then it can't be considered deception.

He would only get truly angry if Dazai told him, in such an obvious situation, that he wasn't actually hiding anything from him.

"We promised to be family for life. If Dazai really lies to me, I'm probably easy to coax."

Dazai Osamu smiled.

"No, I would never lie to you."

Dazai Osamu brought up a new topic: "What's it like studying at a vocational high school, Yuya?"

"How was it? Not bad? It's my first time reading a book, so it's quite novel."

"How about opening a spellcasting school in Yokohama?"

"Huh?" Yuya waved his hand. "No."

"Doesn't Yu think it's not bad either?"

"But I don't want to either. Dazai is already too busy with the Mafia, so I don't want to get distracted by other things."

Besides, life doesn't seem too different now, does it? Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suguru followed, and Shoko also dropped out of school to come over.

Apart from Teacher Moth, everyone around me was the same, and the environment had become even more familiar.

Gojo Satoru prepared the meal and placed Dazai Osamu's portion in front of him.

"Hey, not a single grain of rice can be left."

Dazai Osamu glanced at the rice, which was a deep reddish-purple color: "This is clearly way too spicy."

Gojo Satoru: "Isn't this normal? I'm a newbie in the kitchen. You should be happy that I can cook it well."

"I thoughtfully made your favorite crab, won't you try some?"

Dazai Osamu picked up his chopsticks: "Then let's try it."

He opened the crab shell, then used chopsticks to pick up a clump of chili peppers—whether it contained crab meat or not—and put it in his mouth.

"Too much salt, I'll give you 5 points."

Seeing that he remained expressionless, Gojo Satoru began to question the meaning of life.

Could the chili sauce have expired?

He poured in two bottles, and this guy is completely fine?

I saw Dazai Osamu take one bite of food, then another.

Gojo Satoru couldn't sit still any longer.

He picked up a piece too: "Let me try the salt—"

One bite, and Gojo Satoru instantly turned red from head to toe. He opened his mouth, practically spitting fire: "So spicy—!!!"

Dazai Osamu finally put down his chopsticks, tears welling in his eyes from the irritation: "Yuya, quick, get some sweet milk from the fridge, it's so spicy."

Xiao Lu You also had to go to the refrigerator to take out all the iced milk, and the two of them drank it like they were having a competition.

Gojo Satoru: "You're so sneaky! You ate so much without batting an eye just to fool me! You clearly can't handle spicy food either!"

Osamu Dazai: "If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself."

Gojo Satoru: "I don't eat as much as you. Some people are like pampered young masters; they shouldn't eat themselves into stomach problems and end up in the hospital."

Dazai Osamu: "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about yourself. If someone who always eats sweets suddenly eats something spicy, they're more likely to end up in the hospital."

Xiao Luyou ignored the pointless argument and instead went to the kitchen to cook a few bowls of noodles.

They called in two people who were fighting to eat noodles, and the three of them watched as two elementary school students argued.

Well, it's both reasonable and unexpected.

Less than an hour later, both Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu were sent to the hospital due to stomach pain.

The doctor saw that they were brought in together, so they were placed in the same ward.

.

Xia Youjie was speechless: "Don't you have a reversal technique? You can cure this yourself, right?"

Despite the burning pain in his stomach, Gojo Satoru barely managed to reply, "Jay, what are you talking about? I heal myself and go home, and then Yuya fusses over that damn brat?"

"Absolutely impossible."

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu lay on either side of each other, with Yuya Kojima sitting between them.

Soon, one of them got thirsty and the other wanted a glass of water.

If one gets bored, the other will want to play with them too.

Yuya's patience was gradually running out.

"Shouldn't we stop now? Hmm?"

Although he had a smile on his face, Yuya's oppressive aura made it impossible for anyone to argue: "Sleeping time should be for sleeping, don't you think?"

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu finally behaved themselves.

Seeing that the two of them were asleep, Yuya breathed a sigh of relief: "Chuuya, you can go back now. I can take care of things here."

Zhongyuan Zhongye also disagreed: "Protecting this guy is also my responsibility now. I'll go and keep watch in the corridor. There are empty beds over there, so you can get some rest."

Yuya looked at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie: "I'll stay in the room. You should go to sleep, Youye."

Yuya was also very tired, and fell asleep the moment he lay down on the bed.

From that day on, chaos and turmoil began, with no peace and quiet for a single day.

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu were both openly and secretly setting traps for each other.

Xia Youjie never gets involved. What's the point of dealing with Dazai Osamu? Staying by Yuya's side is the most important thing to do.

However, they didn't forget their main task.

After nearly a month of chaotic days, when Yuya was returning home from his patrol, he discovered that Dazai had unexpectedly left work early.

After taking off his coat and hanging it up, Xiao Lu Youye went into the house and found Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu in the kitchen.

"What are they doing? Cooking hot pot?"

Dazai smiled, opened the box on the table, and took out the contents.

"Yeah, how does it taste to have pig brains in hot pot?"

That was clearly a human brain, but strangely, there was a row of teeth on top of it.

He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, seemingly swearing.

However, it was muted.

Yuya stood silently for a while, then suddenly retreated.

He took two deep breaths outside the door, then pushed the door open again and came in.

It was the same scene as always.

Yuya Kojima said sincerely, "If this is what I'm having for dinner, I'm not very hungry."

Dazai Osamu exclaimed in surprise, "Yuya, I was just joking, you actually believed me?"

Xiaolu Yuya: "..."

"I won't eat this. If this kind of thing goes into the hot pot broth, it will make the whole pot of broth dirty."

Yuya Kojiro tried his best to forget what he had just seen: "Where did this come from?"

"It took a lot of effort to find this. With this, I can finally get a good night's sleep." Dazai Osamu tossed it into the trash can like it was garbage.

"You've been so busy lately just to find this?"

"Yes, although there were some troubles along the way, the result was good."

“

Since the results are good, don't sneak up to work while I'm asleep anymore. You are, and so are all of you.

The two people peeking out from the kitchen were taken aback.

Xia Youjie: "You noticed, Yu Ye?"

"Hmm... One night I accidentally rolled off the bed and found that none of you were there." If it weren't for that day, Yuya wouldn't have realized that these guys, who seemed to be sleeping with him, were actually sneaking up at night.

After all, he has always had good sleep quality.

Gojo Satoru froze, then without even putting down the spatula in his hand, he pounced: "Yuya—! Are you inviting me? As expected, without me sleeping with you, the bed feels bigger and emptier. I'll sleep with you tonight!"

Yuya Kojiro looked exasperated: "When did I ever say something like that?"

Xia Youjie also pulled at Wu Tiaowu: "Wu, it was supposed to be my turn today."

"We agreed that Monday, Wednesday, and Friday would be yours, and Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday would be mine."

Yuya's face darkened further: "Don't assign me tasks without my consent."

Gojo Satoru thought he had conceded: "Alright, then let's sleep together as a trio tonight, which is something we haven't done in a long time."

Dazai Osamu said coldly, "When did Yuya become yours?"

Gojo Satoru looked disgusted: "Fine, I'll let you come along today. You can sleep on the floor."

"Can you stop talking to yourself! I sleep perfectly fine on my own!"

"Oh, Yuya, don't be like that! We've only been sleeping two hours a day lately, we're so exhausted. It would be so wonderful to have a little, cute Yuya with me while we sleep~"

"You little bastard, you used 'little' to describe me again, didn't you, Gojo Satoru? Prepare to die!"

The small house was filled with the sounds of clattering and banging, occasionally interspersed with words that seemed to be trying to break up a fight but were actually fanning the flames.

But today is also a day of peaceful and loving life for the four of us.

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