Chapter 20 Who will cook for the winery occasion?

"ah……"

The player let out a long sigh of complaint, stretched out his arms, and simply laid his upper body on the table in front of him, pushing the paper and pen on it aside with his hands.

"Why do we need mission reports..."

Although the game will automatically generate the task content, players only need to add two more entries and choose to submit. Whether they write a few nonsense sentences or just doodle, they will not be judged as unqualified and sent back for rewriting.

It's probably just a rigid fixed process.

Fushimi Kyoji still couldn't understand the significance of the process of writing mission reports. Was it to show how complete the game's interactive realism was?

Players who procrastinate and don't want to write turn around and hinder their teammates' progress: "Don't you think writing a mission report is weird?"

Shuichi Akai, who was the first to be harassed by the players, paused in his pen-holding movement and shifted his gaze to the hand that came into his field of vision and poked the spare pen that was placed idle beside him with its fingertips.

Poke, poke...

Every time I poked him, I would glance at his face.

The small movement was full of tentativeness, and at the same time, she stared at him directly with her bright eyes that looked like they were soaked in water, as if observing his reaction.

Subtly allowing Akai Hide to sense the other party's true intention of causing trouble.

After the pen finally hit the ground due to the player's persistence, he bent down and picked it up again.

"Once this link, which some people consider useless, is omitted, there will be a lot of room for manipulation in the expenditure of mission funds or the mission itself," he explained.

In most cases, when a multi-person operation is carried out, someone conceals the details of the mission, and the report will differ from others, resulting in time contradictions.

It is also a common way for undercover agents to expose their identities in an organization.

The existence of mission reports also greatly limits the astonishing amount of money that organization members spend on each mission.

Although it has no obvious effect on some experienced wage thieves.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Seeing Lei's unconscious look at him, Amuro Toru raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a forced smile.

He was completely clueless about the players' expressions, watching the tense atmosphere around him grow unnoticed, and muttered to himself, "Doesn't anyone else feel like this is writing their own criminal confession?"

Picking up the task report automatically generated by the system and shaking it in his hands, Fushimi Kyoji pointed out in confusion, "Won't this really be easy evidence for us to catch the police and get a heavier punishment later?"

The player suddenly perked up, holding the pen in his left hand, then tightening it with his right hand, and with great difficulty wrote a few indistinguishable hiragana on the blank paper.

After watching the whole thing, the Whiskey team vaguely guessed what the girl was doing: "..."

...No, handwriting identification will never be fooled by such a simple trick.

The three FBI/Public Security officers present had mixed feelings.

This is the first time I have seen an organization member think so long-term.

I even thought about the day I was arrested.

"I'm hungry."

The player, who felt no hunger at all in the game, touched his stomach and said seriously, while shifting his eyes towards the three bottles of whiskey.

During the time with Gin and Vodka, he maintained his training form and never missed a meal. When the player was transferred to Vermouth, the big star directly asked his life assistant to be responsible for her three meals a day, ensuring balanced nutrition and appetizing meals.

After developing this habit, Fushimi Kyoki found her new guardians without any instruction, and used her eyes to convey her needs: Mom, I'm hungry, I need food...

"...Here." Amuro Toru half-knelt, found a canned item from the shopping bag piled by the door, and threw it in the direction of the player.

He easily caught the can of coffee thrown by Amuro Toru... Fushimi Kyoji said gloomily, "Can a person live on just coffee?"

Furuya Rei: ...Isn't it possible?

When he was too busy with the organization's tasks and public security work, he used coffee to sustain his life every day.

"We can eat out," Scotland suggested coldly.

"Wow, that's a good idea. You mean we..." Amuro Toru slowly scanned the surroundings with his powerful gaze, making sure everyone felt his gaze before asking with a half-smile, "Four of us, going to the restaurant together?"

Options that would attract attention were directly rejected by the mystic, who was concerned about remaining unnoticed.

"However, in order to disguise myself as a new resident living nearby, I bought enough food at the supermarket." Amuro Toru smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he could not help in this matter. "Just don't expect me to cook, unless you want to clean the kitchen afterwards."

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not move, although he should be the one who was most familiar with the kitchen among those present.

He also didn't want to reveal that he was a good cook.

Especially in front of people in the organization.

"...Let me do it." It was at this time that Shuichi Akai took the initiative to speak.

After picking a few items from the shopping bag brought back by Toru Amuro, Akai Shuichi actually had no idea what dishes they could be made into. He walked into the kitchen without showing any unfamiliarity.

I used to help colleagues in the kitchen. All I had to do was wash and chop the ingredients, put them in the pot, add seasonings and stir-fry. No matter how bad the food was, it wouldn't be that bad.

He tied an apron behind his back, the cheap pink fabric outlining his sturdy waist. As he did so, he turned his head and said to the players, "If you don't want to get splashed with oil, wait outside."

Player: ...Stay

Ugh, what's going on? Lei's figure suddenly became so majestic!

After putting on the apron, I suddenly felt the sense of reliability as if I had been cooking for twenty years!

Being locked outside the door, Fushimi Kyoji leaned against the glass of the sliding door and watched Lai wash and cut vegetables with ease, then heat the oil in a wok and put the prepared vegetables in.

Tofu?

Um!

It’s a food that you can’t go wrong with when cooking!

chili?

The seasoning goes very well with tofu, and I can almost smell its pungent spicy flavor!

Next up...

Grass, strawberry?

Huh? Hmm...

—Squid legs?!

Adhering to the basic courtesy of not giving random instructions to the chef, Fushimi Kyoji opened and closed his mouth, but his eyes still turned into circles because he couldn't understand.

Why…Rye put a little bit of all the ingredients in there?

Dear wizard, your cauldron for refining medicine is not here.

When Lei put a pot of unknown substance on the dining table, Fushimi Kyoji suddenly thought of this sentence.

Judging from the appearance...it's better not to watch it.

But, but…

Why is there purple smoke floating above?

The player opened his half-moon eyes and looked at Amuro Toru with a questioning look, why did he buy these unrelated ingredients?

"Please enjoy it." Akai Shuichi wiped his hands clean, as if he couldn't tell that the dishes on the table looked terrible. He spoke to the three people with a normal expression.

After all, he didn't put too much effort into cooking. Since he regarded Fushimi Kyoki as someone he needed to get closer to, he had to try his best to get the other person's attention on him.

Cooking was just a means to create and deepen the impression of oneself in the other person's mind. As for the finished product being the reason for this miserable state...

Akai Shuichi pushed the bowl and chopsticks closer to Amuro Toru: "Please use it."

I just wanted to give a warning to the temporary teammate who has always been the most restless in the team.

I hope he can curb the sometimes uncomfortable curiosity that only intelligence officers display.

"Ah, you know." Amuro Toru, busy suppressing his laughter, raised the can of coffee in his hand to Ley and said, "I can stay alive by drinking coffee."

The character is the gloomy and taciturn Scotland glanced and directly refused.

Akai Shuichi looked at the last companion who did not respond——

Fushimi Kyoji: "..."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Fushimi Kyoji: “…………”

"...Let's go find a restaurant outside to eat." Akai Shuichi gave in and stopped making things difficult for the players.

Bourbon should have received his implicit warning, and Akai Shuichi had never intended to let the girl eat the failed product he made.

“…”

Fushimi Kyoji looked at the strange-looking dish.

Then he looked at Lei's back as he went to the kitchen sink to clean the burnt pot without saying a word.

Ugh... I always feel super guilty about this!

It seems like I have let down the good intentions of others who have put in so much effort.

After cleaning the kitchen utensils, Shuichi Akai was about to remove the plates in front of the player, but was stopped by a hand.

Most of the flavors simulated in the game exist to satisfy the players' taste buds. Maybe they just look a little terrible, but actually taste surprisingly good?

Fushimi Kyoji picked up a piece of unknown substance and took a bite with a fearless attitude: "..."

In fact, Shuichi Akai wasn't sure what it tasted like either.

However, they are all normal ingredients, they just look worse on purpose, and there are no special ingredients added, so it won’t be particularly unpalatable.

...I think so.

The player, with a look of heroic spirit on his face, took a big bite and chewed...

Shuichi Akai saw the other person swallowing with a painful expression, and then his body shook violently, as if the pause button was pressed, and he stood there motionless.

Toru Amuro watched the development of the situation with great interest, and Scotland also looked over.

When Shuichi Akai wanted to step forward to confirm, Kyoki Fushimi suddenly took a step back.

He held onto the dining table with a shaky look as if he would fall down at any moment.

The girl raised her hand tremblingly, dipped her fingertips into the strawberry jam from the plate, leaving a striking mark on the table. With difficulty and great persistence, she wrote the words "Zhu Xing Dai" stroke by stroke.

When he made the last stroke, he seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed completely.

Seeing the other party's difficult look as if he was dying and wrote down his pseudonym in the organization, Akai Shuichi said: "..."

Scotland, who had been watching the entire process, put his clenched fist to his lips and suppressed the laughter that was about to burst out of his throat.

Amuro Toru laughed briefly. "Your cooking skills are average, but you seem quite talented in other areas. Lei, with you, I believe the organization can save a lot of money on potassium cyanide in the future."

Shuichi Akai paused in wiping his hands, and bulging veins appeared on the back of his hands.

Being ridiculed.

Although he did it on purpose...

Over there, Kyoki Fushimi was still lying on the ground, diligently acting as a corpse.

Shuichi Akai looked down and met a pair of green eyes that opened slightly and glanced at him.

Noticing him looking at me, I closed my eyes again subconsciously.

Shuichi Akai's gaze paused at the Scottish face, which was no longer shrouded in the gloomy aura that always followed him. The young man with obvious stubble on his chin had no expression on his face, but a hint of relaxed smile could be seen in his eyes.

Bourbon, who always had an inexplicable aura and didn't get along with him, simply smiled with his eyes narrowed, his face showing an undisguised good mood.

“…”

The strength in Akai Shuichi's hand disappeared.

……never mind.

Not bad.

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