Chapter 956

"Confessed! Kanzuka Makoto confessed!"

When the news reached the Special Mission Division, Minami Ojou-sama felt relieved and cheered, clapping her hands: "Easier to resolve than expected! Well, everyone's gotten used to it, after all, Uesugi Muneyuki is here—if there's a corpse, it's definitely his domain, right?"

"No one can defeat him in Uesugi Muneyuki's domain! Too bad this time the culprit didn't resist; otherwise—hmph~" Ikeda Erena demonstrated a few moves. She had wanted to give Kanzuka Makoto a Hell Extreme Bliss Drop, but since he didn't resist, she had to hold back.

"Hahaha ahahahahahahaha~"

The Special Mission Division buzzed with the lightness after a case wrapped up. Several people sat around the long table, where several cloth-wrapped, steaming lunchboxes were laid out. The whole office felt like they'd just caught prey—tired but relaxed, as if after finishing something important, needing to sit down, eat a decent meal, and chat mindlessly with those nearby.

Some activities previously forbidden during the case also loosened up.

Uesugi Muneyuki sat by the window on one side of the long table, with two large lunchboxes in front of him.

One was his, the other Minami's.

Naturally, the heavyset woman got none.

"Ding-dong~~ Mr. Uesugi, Minami-sister, I'm here!"

Saito Asuka wore a winter Japanese-style JK uniform—a white shirt under a dark gray knit cardigan, with a dark blue pleated mini-skirt, revealing a thigh wrapped in thick white silk velvet stockings, standing gracefully before Uesugi Muneyuki and Minami.

A pair of feet as soft and white as ice cream wore black little leather shoes, unadorned, glowing under the Special Mission Division's lights like a random Chilchuck—temptingly delicious, with a hint of shine.

"Asuka-sauce~~~~~" Minami Ojou-sama sprang from her seat, giving Asuka a big hug.

"Minami-sauce~~~

~" Asuka also gave Minami-sister a super big hug, the two laughing and spinning in an embrace, making Minami seem less like a 27-year-old and Asuka more like the older one, despite her being only

19 years old.

These two truly get along well.

Everyone in the Special Mission Division thought being able to manage the Ooku this well meant only the Section Chief and Uesugi Chief could have such skill and rapport.

"Wow, looks abundant!" Igarashi Hayato eyed the two lunchboxes.

"Yes, because tonight's dinner is————Chicken Genghis Khan!!!" Saito Asuka rarely got to show off, glancing at Minami as she opened the lunchbox, her small face beaming with pride, a sweet smile playing on her lips, her flowing hair and scarf framing her like a fairy.

"Chicken Genghis Khan?" Igarashi raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I made a whole pot!" Asuka giggled, lifting her lunchbox.

"What oil did you use?"

"Fukujin brand soybean oil! Then I added ginger-garlic paste, then yogurt, a full bowl!

It's imported Amul yogurt from India!" Asuka gestured for Igarashi Hayato to try a taste.

"Imported from India? Is this Indian curry chicken?" Igarashi Hayato's eyes lit up.

"You're absolutely right!" Asuka pointed to the various seasonings on the paste: "Plus various spices—curry powder, Japanese premium coriander, Turkish premium ginger strips, Nepal-imported chili peppers, and Afghan macara! Mr. Uesugi will definitely have energy after eating this tonight!"

"Oh ho! Energy tonight! Teeth white to die for!" Maeda Toshihide said with a lecherous grin.

"That's————of course." Saito Asuka, who had been excited to reply, quickly realized the trap, blushing and lowering her head: "Mr. Uesugi————he's fine, I'm fine~"

"Hahaha ahahahahahahaha~" In the Special Mission Division, the cheerful uproar nearly lifted the ceiling.

Uesugi Muneyuki took one of the bowls, "I'm off tomorrow. You go rest." Saito Asuka's lips twitched slightly, as if wanting to say something but holding back, she just murmured a reply, but didn't leave directly—instead, she walked to Minami's side and whispered something.

Minami didn't look up, just smiled and nodded, indicating Asuka didn't need to rush off—first, get used to the environment.

Beside her, Ikeda Erena glared, sure enough, no share for her again!

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

The cheers grew louder, everyone's eyes falling on the figure slumped in the corner, rubbing his eyes with a cloth—Okada Masayoshi.

This guy had been sprayed with anti-wolf spray, one eye unable to open, sulking in the corner, when a person in a brown long windbreaker, shoulder-length hair, gentle and lovely, entered—Nanao, holding a dark cloth bundle, faint warmth seeping through.

She approached Okada Masayoshi, placed the bundle on the table, undid the tie, revealing the contents: a wooden lunchbox—"I made Kansai-style braised beef and rice balls, plus some pickles, shouldn't be too greasy."

"Thank you————" Okada Masayoshi opened the lunchbox lid, the sauce's aroma filling the air, carrying the warmth of a home kitchen. He picked up his chopsticks, lifted a piece of beef to his mouth, chewed a while, swallowed: "Delicious, thanks for the trouble."

Seeing Okada Masayoshi affirm her cooking, Nanao's face broke into a sweet smile, she softly asked Okada-san, are you alright? Want me to feed you?

Okada Masayoshi's face was thin-skinned; rather, he was the one who needed to maintain dignity, hastily saying no, facing everyone's gazes, the Special Mission Division Management Officer practically blushed to the ears, wishing to find a hole to crawl into.

While backlit, Nanao silently curled the corner of her mouth.

Having eaten my lunch, accepted my kindness, Mr. Okada, it won't be that easy!

When the time comes, everything I've done for you, you'll repay with your body to this little Nanao fish-fish!

Just enjoy for now! Mr. Okada, when the time comes, all fate's gifts, I've already priced them!

By then, you won't be able to compensate me with a marriage application and a ring—this will be tough!

After Nanao arrived, the Special Mission Division grew livelier, office staff began receiving their own "supplies" one after another.

Date Nagamune's girlfriend Moriya Akane appeared with two stacked lunchboxes, walking up to Date Nagamune, she introduced herself gracefully to all, Date Nagamune's usual restrained old aristocrat face showing a subtle arc from mouth to eye corners.

Nango Yui's girlfriend Nakamoto Himeta poked half her body from the doorway, holding several paper bags, her hair wind-tousled as she entered, face bearing a faint red from coming in from outside: "I cooked hot udon, with some simmered dish. I feared you'd work late, so I brought extra."

"Oh ho!" the crowd teased: "Didn't expect the Nango faction head you too?"

Nango Yui proudly puffed her chest, thinking the hot udon was surely made by Himeta, the simmered dish likely by Reika.

I win twice.

At that moment, another person came, specifically seeking Maeda Toshihide.

Asō Kōta stared in shock, couldn't Maeda Toshihide also?!

Turns out it was McDonald's McValue Set delivered, the courier bringing a McDonald's McValue Set.

Now Asō Kōta finally felt balanced.

Ah, when will Irene Pezhu Fa come to deliver my lunchbox—I'd have lived a worthwhile life then!

Just then, Yamada Nanase also arrived.

The Special Mission Division's administrative female officer wore the standard winter Metropolitan Police Department internal staff female police four-piece set—pleated skirt, stockings, high heels—holding a thermal pot, her steps steadier than a few months prior.

She approached the table, set the thermal pot down, soft and cute, voice low and sweet: "Um————everyone, I made some Osaka-style dishes. Takoyaki just made, plus okonomiyaki and yakisoba, if, if you don't mind, please help yourselves!!!"

"Great!!!"

At this moment, Kai Toru sat in the chair by the window, watching as the steaming lunchboxes were unfolded one after another on the long tables, those young women's fingers untying the knots of their lunchboxes, passing chopsticks to the ones they cared about, laughing as they said something. He suddenly remembered Debuki Etsuko.

She was pregnant. She was carrying his child.

She might, one day soon, like those people, bring steaming hot food to him.

Before this, he had never seriously thought about what the two words "family" meant.

It meant that someone would bring a prepared meal to appear before him when he worked overtime into the late night.

It meant that this rice, these vegetables, this carefully cooked hot food, did not come from a restaurant or food delivery software, but from someone's hands.

I — am I going to become a father?

A flicker of smile appeared on Kai Toru's face, along with a hint of bitterness.

But I, I am not ready yet!

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