It has been two weeks since I came to Osaka and have been staying at the Hattori residence for two weeks.
Fujiwara Yu, who had just uploaded the case report to the computer, stretched. He looked at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer screen and felt that it was necessary to buy some gifts for Hattori Heiji and his family, and also buy some for the Toyama family.
The Japanese are also quite strict about accepting gifts. For example, giving something too expensive will appear impolite and may even make the recipient feel embarrassed, so choosing the right gift is a very sophisticated art.
Fujiwara Yuu naturally didn't waste time pondering such matters. He simply Googled a list of suitable gifts, bought something that would please the recipient, and considered the task complete. He rode his motorcycle back to the Hattori residence, where he happened to run into Hattori Heiji, who had just finished his kendo club training, and his childhood friend Toyama Kazuha, who had accompanied him.
"Brother Takashi, why are you back at this time? You don't have a date on Christmas Eve, do you? You have a case to deal with?" Hattori Heiji knew very well the normal off-duty time for police officers when they had no cases, and he couldn't help but tease him.
If it were when they first met, Fujiwara Yu would definitely choose to "tolerate" Hattori Heiji, but after spending some time together, it was found that Hattori, who was cheerful and outspoken, really fit his ideal of making friends, and Takashi, who was willing to listen and patiently guide, also perfectly fit Hattori's social ideal, so the two hit it off and became "friends regardless of age" who could call each other brothers.
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Yuu raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:
"I don't really have a date, so did you two just get back from a date?"
Adults only need simple words to successfully suppress the extremely thin-skinned minors, not to mention that these two people have their own ulterior motives, and this sentence directly hits the secrets hidden in their hearts.
Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha blushed at the same time and said in unison:
"We are not dating, he (she) and I are not in that kind of relationship!
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"I don't think I mentioned it was a date, did I?" Fujiwara Yuu didn't even notice his sly and venomous nature coming out. With one hand in his pocket, he handed the gift for the Toyama family to Kazuha and said with a faint smile, "This is a simple Christmas gift. Toyama, please accept it. Give my regards to your parents."
"Thank you, Mr. Touji, please don't make such jokes next time. Heiji is just a younger brother to me!" Toyama Kazuha said this with a slightly red face, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She was worried that her little thoughts would really be seen through by Touji Sosuke.
Hattori Heiji was naturally unhappy to hear that he was being treated as a younger brother. He frowned and pointed, saying:
"Huh? Who is your brother, you idiot woman? We are the same age, right?"
"But my birthday is older than yours, so of course you are my younger brother~ And who is the stupid woman!
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Seeing the bickering pair about to start again, Fujiwara Yuu shook his head helplessly, but envy flickered in his eyes. He wished he could bicker with the person he liked. He reached out and pressed down on Hattori Heiji's head, forcibly ending this debate, which had been going on for who knows how many times.
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When the two returned home, Hattori Heiji casually lay down on the sofa in the living room and watched the boring variety show on TV. He yawned, hugged a bag of sea salt potato chips, and shouted:
"Brother Yingsi, my parents are out for a social event today. How are we going to solve the dinner problem later?"
"Just wait patiently for dinner. I bought the ingredients this morning."
"Oh? You can cook too! I never knew it!"
Fujiwara Yu opened the bedroom door and put on his changed home clothes. He rolled up his sleeves and expertly tied his black apron. While taking out the meat ingredients that had been placed in the refrigerator in advance, he said something cryptic:
"There's a lot you don't know... Is it okay for me to cook Western food? Are there any dietary restrictions?"
"I don't have any dietary restrictions, unlike you who was born in a coastal city and doesn't eat fish or sashimi. It's amazing."
"Say one more thing and you'll only deserve to eat at a convenience store tonight."
Hattori Heiji shut his mouth obediently, but out of curiosity he still climbed up from the sofa. However, when he saw that Sosuke Takagi actually placed the ruler he only used when doing exercises on the kitchen counter, he was confused.
Can a ruler be used as a cooking tool? Wait, why did they bring out the electronic scale? Are they doing an experiment?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Hattori Heiji placed his hands on the kitchen counter and raised his eyes to ask:
"Brother Yingsi, are you... planning to cook?"
"Why ask when you can get the answer with just your eyes?"
Hattori Heiji rolled his eyes in his heart. As a Kansai native, he really loves to complain, but in order to have a hot meal, he chose to swallow the complaints back into his stomach: Come on, I'm asking you because you use these weird things to cook!
Fujiwara Yu didn't think there was anything wrong. He took out the pork steak that had been thawed in the refrigerator, as well as the apples, white onions and peeled garlic cloves that had been cleaned and stored in food bags.
After measuring the length and width of the pork chop with a ruler in your right hand, hold the knife in your left hand and accurately make a few shallow marks evenly in the allocated positions, so that the seasoning can fully absorb into the meat when cooking.
Hattori Heiji, who was standing by, watched this experimental cooking show. Although it would be beautiful if the apple pieces were cut into uniform sizes, the act of placing a ruler on the chopping board was really hard to describe. It was so strange that even people with obsessive-compulsive disorder would be speechless after seeing it.
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