It's been two weeks since I came to Osaka, and I've been living in Hattori House for two weeks. Fujiwara Yu, who had just uploaded the report to the computer, stretched out, looked at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer screen, and felt the need to buy some gifts for Hattori Heiji and his family, and also for the Toyama family.

The Japanese are also more stuck in the area of receiving gifts, just like giving too valuable items will seem impolite, and even make the recipient feel embarrassed, so how to choose the right gift is also a delicate science.

Naturally, Fujiwara Yu didn't waste time pondering this kind of thing, so he opened Google and searched for a list of suitable gifts, and after buying something he liked, he was done.

He rode his motorcycle back to Hattori's house, and happened to meet Heiji Hattori, who had finished his training at the kendo club, and Toyama Kazuha, his childhood friend who accompanied him.

"Brother Yingsi, why did you come back at this point in time? Shouldn't there be no date on Christmas Eve, and there are still eucalyptus to accompany you? Hattori Heiji was well aware of the normal off-duty hours when the police didn't have a warrant, and he couldn't help but joke.

If it was just when I first met, Fujiwara Yu definitely chose it

"Forbearance" Hattori Heiji, but after this period of time together, Hattori, who is cheerful and straightforward, is indeed very in line with his friendship ideals, and Takaji, who is willing to listen and patiently guide, also perfectly fits Hattori's social ideals, so the two hit it off and became brothers and sisters

"Forget the New Year". Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows directly when he heard this, and smiled meaningfully: "I really don't have a date, so are you two just coming back from a date?" Adults only need simple words to successfully suppress the thin-skinned minors, not to mention that these two people have their own ghosts, this sentence directly pokes at the secret hidden in their hearts.

Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama blushed at the same time, and said in unison: "We didn't go on a date, I don't have that kind of relationship with him!" ”

"I didn't think I said it was a couple date, did I?" Fujiwara Yu didn't even notice that the attribute of his black poisonous tongue was coming out, he put one hand in his pocket and handed the gift to the Yuanshan family to Kazuha, and said with a light smile: "This is a simple Christmas gift, Yuanshan, you accept it, and say hello to your parents on my behalf." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Takaji, don't make such jokes next time, Heiji is just a younger brother to me!" Yuanshan and Ye said this with a slightly red face, but they were a little apprehensive in their hearts, she was worried that her careful thoughts would really be seen through by Takaji Sousuke.

Hattori Heiji was naturally upset when he heard that he was being treated as a younger brother, he frowned and pointed, "Huh? Stupid woman, who's your brother, we're the same age, right? ”

"But my birthday month is older than yours, so of course you are my younger brother~ And who is a stupid woman!" Seeing that the pair of happy enemies were about to start the bickering mode again, Fujiwara Yu shook his head helplessly, but there was envy in his eyes, if only he could quarrel with the person he liked.

He reached out and pressed it on Hattori's head, forcibly ending the debate tournament early.

When the two returned home, Hattori Heiji directly lay on the sofa in the living room and watched the boring variety show on the TV, he yawned and hugged a bag of sea salt-flavored potato chips, and shouted: "Brother Yingsi, my parents went out to socialize today, how can we solve the dinner problem later?" ”

"You just wait for dinner, I'll buy the ingredients in the morning."

"Oh? You can cook, you can't see it at all! Fujiwara Yu pushed open the bedroom door and wore a new home dress, he lifted his sleeves and expertly tied his black apron, and while taking out the meat ingredients that had been put in the refrigerator in advance, he said, "There are many things you don't know... I'm okay with cooking Western food, right? Are there any taboos? ”

"I don't have taboos, it's amazing that you didn't eat fish or sashimi when you were born in a coastal city."

"One more thing, you only deserve to eat at a convenience store tonight." Heiji Hattori obediently closed his mouth and got up from the sofa out of curiosity, but he was puzzled when he saw Sosuke Takaji actually have a scale on the kitchen counter that he only used to do exercises.

Can a scale still be used as a cooking tool? Wait, why did you take out the electronic scale? Is this going to be an experiment?

Hattori, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, propped his hands on the kitchen counter, raised his eyes and asked, "Brother Yingsi, are you...... Is this intended to be cooked? ”

"You can get an answer with your eyes, why ask." Hattori Heiji rolled his eyes in his heart, as a Kansai native, he was really keen on complaining, but in order to be able to eat a hot meal, he still chose to swallow the spit back into his stomach: Please ask because you use these strange things to cook!

Fujiwara didn't think anything was wrong, and he pulled out the plum meat 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 taking the scale in the right hand to measure the length and width of the plum meat, the knife in the left hand accurately marks a few shallow marks in the allocated position, so that the seasoning can fully absorb the flavor into the meat when cooking.

Hattori Heiji, who was standing on the sidelines, watched this experimental-level cooking show, and although it would be nice to cut the apple pieces to the same size, the act of placing a scale on the cutting board was really indescribable, and people with obsessive-compulsive disorder were silent when they saw it.

"It's okay to make a dish with rice tonight, right?"

"Yes, you have taken out so many of these steaks, enough for two people to eat." Fujiwara Yu also felt that there was nothing wrong with him, his appetite was not big, and if it was paired with rice, three palm-sized meat steaks were enough, and there were eight pieces here, so it could also make Hattori, who was still growing his body, full.

He put on cooking gloves, grinded pepper and salt into the dishes, and did not rush to sprinkle it on the plum meat steak, but carefully checked that the gram mark was not standard, and only after confirming that it was correct did he spread it evenly on the meat steak and gently pressed it to let the meat rise naturally for a few minutes.

While waiting for the proofing, he took out a few seasonings that were not commonly used in the past, and even took out a cardboard box from the shopping bag, and opened it to find that it was a bottle of wine - Calvados, apple brandy.

Fujiwara Yu poured a little olive oil into the pot, and when he lifted the plum meat steak, he did not forget to remind: "You'd better stay away from me, otherwise you will be hurt by mistake." ”

“？” Although Hattori Heiji didn't understand how this rice was dangerous, he then saw that not long after frying plum meat steaks in the oil pot, Sousuke Takaji directly added Calvados to the pot with a serious face, and this action also successfully allowed him to enjoy the cooking flame show.

It's no wonder that if you keep yourself away, if you observe it up close at that position just now, I'm afraid that you won't have completed the life achievement of burning your eyebrows.

"Brother Yingsi, did you learn this dish when you were studying abroad?" The action of flipping the steak was slightly paused, and Fujiwara Yu only suddenly remembered that someone had told him that he would teach him how to make food if he had the opportunity in the future - in the end, he didn't have this opportunity, he learned the cooking by herself, and she didn't participate in the process.

He took out the fried plum meat steak and set it aside, and while pouring the white onion into the pot, he whispered, "...... Well, it's not good for your health to always eat something outside. ”