It has been two weeks since I arrived in Osaka, and it has also been two weeks since I stayed at Hattori House.
Fujiwara Yuu, who had just uploaded the incident 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. He also bought some for the Toyama family.
Some are better.
The Japanese are also very bad at receiving gifts. For example, it would be impolite to give something too expensive, and it might even make the recipient feel embarrassed. Therefore, how to choose the right gift is also a particular skill.
Naturally, Fujiwara Yu wouldn't waste time thinking about this kind of thing. He opened Google to search for a list of suitable gifts, and after buying some things, he was done. He rode his motorcycle back to Hattori's house, and happened to meet someone who had finished training in the kendo club.
Hattori Heiji and his childhood sweetheart Toyama Kazuha.
"Brother Takaji, why are you back at this time? You don't have a date on Christmas Eve, and you have a girlfriend to accompany you, right?" Hattori Heiji knew very well the normal off-duty hours of the police when there was no case, so he couldn't help but say something.
joked.
If it were the time when they first met, Fujiwara Yu would definitely choose to "tolerate" Hattori Heiji, but after getting along with him during this period, the cheerful and outspoken Hattori is indeed in line with his ideals of making friends, and he is willing to listen and patiently guide.
Takaji also perfectly fits Hattori's social ideals, so the two hit it off and became a "everlasting friend" who can be called brothers.
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:
"It's true that I don't have a date, so did you two just come back from a date?"
Adults only need simple words to successfully suppress a very thin-skinned minor, not to mention that these two people have their own agendas. This sentence directly pokes at the secrets hidden in their hearts.
Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha blushed at the same time and said in unison:
"We didn't go on a date, we don't have that kind of relationship!
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"I didn't say it was a couple's date, right?" Fujiwara Yu didn't realize that his sinister and vicious nature was coming out. He put one hand in his pocket and handed the gift given to the Toyama family to Kazuha.
He smiled slightly and said: "This is a simple Christmas gift. Yuan Shan, please accept it and say hello to your parents for me."
"Thank you, Mr. Takaji, please don't make such a joke next time. Heiji is just a younger brother to me!" Toyama and Ye Wei said this with a blushing face, but felt a little uneasy in their hearts. She was worried about herself
His little thoughts were really seen through by Sosuke Takaji.
Hattori Heiji naturally felt unhappy when he heard that he was treated like a younger brother. He frowned and pointed:
"Huh? Stupid woman, who is your brother? We are the same age, right?"
"But my birthday month is older than yours, so of course you are my brother and who is the stupid woman!
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Seeing that the two happy enemies were about to start bickering mode again, Fujiwara Yu shook his head helplessly, but there was envy in his eyes. It would be great if he could also quarrel with the person he liked. He stretched out his hand and pressed on Hattori Heiji's head.
Forced to end this countless debates early.
When the two returned home, Hattori Heiji just lay down on the sofa in the living room and watched a boring variety show on the TV. He yawned and hugged a bag of sea salt-flavored potato chips and yelled:
"Brother Yingji, my parents are going out to socialize today. How will we solve the dinner problem later?"
"Just wait patiently for dinner. I will buy the ingredients in the morning."
"Oh? You can also cook. I can't tell you at all!"
Fujiwara Yu opened the bedroom door and wore a change of home clothes. He lifted up his sleeves and tied his black apron skillfully. While taking out the meat ingredients that had been put in the refrigerator in advance, he said something meaningful:
"There are many things you don't know... Is it okay for me to cook Western food? Are there any taboos?"
"I have no taboos. Unlike you who was born in a coastal city, you don't eat fish or sashimi. It's amazing."
"One more thing, you only deserve to eat at a convenience store tonight."
Hattori Heiji obediently kept his mouth shut, and climbed up from the sofa out of curiosity. However, when he saw Sosuke Takaji placing a scale on the kitchen table that he would only use when doing exercises.
, he was confused.
Can the scale also be used as a cooking tool? Wait, why did you take out the electronic scale? Is this for an experiment?
Hattori Heiji, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, put his hands on the kitchen table, raised his eyes and asked:
"Brother Tingji, are you... planning to cook?"
"Why do you ask when you can get the answer just by looking at it?"
Hattori Heiji rolled his eyes inwardly. As a Kansai native, he was really keen on making complaints, but in order to have a hot meal, he still chose to swallow the comments back in his stomach: Please, it’s because you bring these weird things.
You only have to ask when you’re cooking!
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Fujiwara Yu didn't think there was anything wrong. He took out the plum steak that had been defrosted in the refrigerator, as well as the apples, white onions and peeled garlic cloves that had been cleaned and stored in food bags.
Pick up the scale with your right hand and measure the length and width of the plum pork. Then, hold the knife in your left hand and accurately make a few shallow marks evenly on the allocated position, so that the seasoning can be fully absorbed into the meat during cooking.
Hattori Heiji stood aside to watch this experimental cooking show. Although it would look beautiful if the apples were cut into equal sizes, the act of placing a scale on the chopping board was really hard to describe. Even patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder would be silent after watching this.
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"Is it okay to just make a dish to go with rice tonight?"
"Okay, you've brought out so many steaks, it's enough for two people."
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu felt that there was nothing wrong with it. He didn't have a big appetite. Three palm-sized steaks were enough if paired with rice. There were eight pieces here, which could satisfy Hattori, who was still growing.
He put on cooking gloves, grinded the pepper and salt into the dishes, and did not rush to sprinkle it on the plum steak. Instead, he carefully checked whether the gram mark was correct. After making sure it was correct, he sprinkled it evenly on the steak and pressed it gently to let the meat natural.
Wake up for a few minutes.
While waiting for proofing, he had nothing to do. He took out several condiments that were not commonly used in the past, and even took out a cardboard box from the shopping bag. After opening it, he discovered that it was a bottle of wine - Carl
Vados, apple brandy.
Fujiwara Yu poured a little olive oil into the pot, and when he lifted the plum steak, he did not forget to remind:
"You'd better stay away from me, or I'll accidentally hurt you."
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Although Hattori Heiji didn't understand why this rice was dangerous, he saw that not long after the plum steak was fried in oil, Takaji Sousuke added Calvados directly into the pot with a serious look on his face. This move also succeeded in making him appreciate it.
Go to the cooking flame show.
No wonder you should stay far away. If you were to observe it from a close distance, you might not have accomplished the urgent life achievement.
"Brother Takaji, did you learn this dish when you were studying abroad?"
There was a slight pause in the action of flipping the steaks. Fujiwara Yu suddenly remembered that someone had told him that if there was a chance in the future, he would teach him how to cook. In the end, there was no such opportunity. The cooking was learned by herself, and she did not participate in the process.
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He took out the fried plum blossom pork chops and set them aside for later use. While pouring the white onions into the pot, he whispered:
"...Well, always eating food from outside is not good for your health."