Hello everyone, I'm Izawa Rin, an ordinary fake sake, and yesterday, under the arrangement of my fake boss Gin, I was given a new mission - to spy on my real boss, Bourbon Amuro.

At that time, I thought it would be a great task, and I could enjoy salting fish, but I didn't expect my real boss, Bourbon, to be a migrant worker.

Not only does he work 18 hours a day, he is on standby 24 hours a day, and he often stays all night!

I was wrong, and I couldn't be more wrong.

Currently, I am working with Mr. Amuro at this ordinary restaurant.

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Rin Izawa looked at the plate in his hand and sighed for the seventh time of the day, and Amuro, who was in stark contrast to him, brushed the plate with a radiant look, as if he hadn't stayed up last night.

Izawa forced his sleepy eyes to blow, "Mr. Amuro, I don't think I'm good enough. ”

"Come on, you can do it." Amuro smiled and cheered up.

“··· I'm going to call Gin and ask him to transfer me away. "If he continues like this, his life may not be guaranteed!

Amuro smiled slightly, I don't know if there was something wrong with Ize's eyes, he always felt that Amuro's smile revealed murderous aura.

"You don't have a good relationship with Gin."

Rin Izawa was startled by Toru Amuro's smile, "Mr. Amuro, don't laugh like that!" I'm scared! ”

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The kitchen of a well-known cake shop.

The kind-hearted Amuro decided to give his subordinates a cooking lesson in order to better disguise himself.

"It's very simple, you can make delicious meals with ordinary ingredients. I'll teach you to test chiffon cake today, it's very simple. After Amuro finished speaking, he handed Izawa a cake recipe.

Amuro didn't believe it, Ize's kind of formula accurate to the gram couldn't be made.

Then, he was slapped in the face.

He couldn't understand it, obviously every step was done according to the formula, how did the finished product come out was not quite right.

Maybe it's ugly, but it tastes good?

Amuro picked up a small fork and forked a piece of Izawa's honey cake and put it in his mouth.

Izawa, who knew his cooking skills so he didn't dare to try it, looked at Amuro with a worried face.

He was horrified to find that Amuro's smile was growing out of his mind.

Toru Amuro, who frantically poured a glass of water after swallowing the cake in one gulp, smiled with a mysterious smile, "... Izawa, it's delicious, you, go and bring some gin later. ”

He looked at Izawa with a smile and added:

Ize, who suddenly short-circuited his brain and didn't understand why, nodded obediently under Amuro's smile.

[I don't know why, but I always feel that it would be scary to reject Mr. Amuro.] ]

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It's finally time to get off work, and Izawa, who has been kneading Izawa's dough for an afternoon in the back kitchen of the cake shop, feels a little sore in his hands.

I don't know why he had to knead it by hand when he obviously had a machine.

Amuro glanced at Izawa, who was rubbing his hands pitifully on the side, shook his head, and decided to resign from his boss in a while and change to a job that wasn't the back kitchen.

His subordinate really has no spirituality in cooking.

Rin Izawa carefully wrapped the cake he had made and sent a text message to the vodka under Toru Amuro's 'expectant' eyes.

- Izawa didn't notice that Amuro's 'expectant' eyes contained a lot of schadenfreude.

[Vodka, are you at the base with your big brother?] I'd like to bring you some cake that I made myself. 】

On the other side, Vodka, who had just returned from a fight with his eldest brother and was replenishing ammunition at the base, also told him the news about Gin, who was thinking about what to eat tonight.

Thinking that Tennessee would not poison himself, the most important thing was that he would not have to cook on the fire himself, and Gin nodded reservedly.

[Let's have cake for dinner today.] ]

So it didn't take long for the vodka reply to arrive.

[Here, send it over.] 】

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"Here we are."

Izawa walked into the base with a straight face, carrying a cake, and under the gaze of Bourbon, the old driver who sent him.

Vodka, still dressed as an old one, greeted him, took the cake from Ize's hand, and brought Izawa to Gin.

And so it happened.

They first took a closer look at the cake, and after making sure that the cake was indeed made by Tennessee, Vodka, who was very relieved by Ize, cut a large piece of the cake and put it close to his mouth.

The 'elegant' gin was also cut with a knife and fork and put it in the mouth.

- Actually, he is just habitually cautious.

The taste is 'wonderful', but it shouldn't be poisonous.

This is the conclusion given by gin, and it is still acceptable for gin, which does not pursue the taste of food.

However, after eating too much cake at once, his eyes were empty, and the whole person looked like vandka, and Gin still put down his knife and fork.

He looked up at Izawa, held down his hand to pull out his gun, and looked at the little brother Tennessee, who was cooking for the first time with a humble face and asked for his evaluation.

In the end, Gin could only give a very pertinent answer in a cold voice: "··· You have a talent for making drugs. ”

At the same time, I silently thought in my heart, I can't fight, I can't fight, just such a little brother who still has a little brain, I can't fight, I can't fight, and this may be that person's younger brother, not only can't fight but also has to be encouraged and encouraged.

Then, silently, under Izawa's gaze, he stuffed a whole piece of cake into the vodka's mouth.

[Just give vodka anti-poison training.] ]

In the monitoring room, the black-hearted Bourbon couldn't help but laugh out loud.