He knocked politely on the kitchen door but received no response. When he pushed it open, he saw smoke filling the room. As for the sound of the shower, it was simply the smoke alarm above his head trying its best to work.

Of course, there was only an effort to sprinkle water, and no alarm was sounded.

Fujiwara Yuu placed his hands on his waist and looked at Yamato Gansuke, who was standing in front of the stove with a pot lid and a spatula, looking confused and soaked by the smoke alarm. He asked hesitantly:

"…What are you doing? Taking a shower in the kitchen?"

"Have you ever seen anyone take a shower in the kitchen with their clothes on?"

Of course I haven’t seen it, but that’s you.

Fujiwara Yuu naturally didn't have the EQ to say this out loud. He used his height advantage and just stood on tiptoe to turn off the smoke alarm. He walked forward and looked at the thing in the pot that was emitting a strange smell and looked like food, and his face was full of disgust.

"You're not going to treat us with something like this, are you?"

"Well, I'll make a new one that wasn't ruined by the smoke alarm."

Is this the problem?

Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but stare. Even if this thing hadn't been exposed to a smoke alarm, it wasn't something an average person could eat, was it? And no matter how you looked at it, it looked like it could be taken in through another entrance.

It was clear without confirmation that Yamato Gansuke's identity was highly questionable. He reluctantly took off his windbreaker and suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves to find a spare apron, and waved at Yamato Gansuke:

"Go change your clothes quickly, and leave the cooking to me."

"...Are you sure you can?" Yamato Gansuke raised his eyebrows doubtfully. He didn't think that this purple-haired police officer could cook well, and even felt that his cooking skills should be better than his.

Fujiwara Yuu didn't know where Yamato Gansuke got the confidence to question himself. He wiped the stovetop with a rag, picked up the potato that was peeled like the surface of the moon but not clean, and complained speechlessly:

"I don't want to be poisoned by an unidentified guy on a mission. Leave the kitchen immediately. This is not the place for you."

Yamato Gansuke felt that he was being implied. It was also his first time to cook. If he had not called Uehara Yui for advice, he would probably have just thrown the whole unpeeled potatoes and large pieces of beef into the pot to stew.

He walked towards the lounge next to him with a hint of suspicion, thinking of what Sosuke Takashi said, "an unidentified guy". It seemed that this police officer was quite perceptive and could sense that he was lying.

Oh, I want to see what level of cooking you can make.

Men always have an unnecessary desire to win in strange places.