I'm Not a Detective

As a female high school student, Qingmi Ruri often hears some rumors. It is said that bad girls like to accuse middle-aged bald men of being perverts, because such people are best at extorting money and do not dare to get into any trouble at all. They are often very Frustrated, they paid for the trouble in private, even though they had done nothing.

The reason is probably that while such people have families to support, they also owe decades of mortgage payments, and do not dare to take any risk of losing their jobs. This shows how terrible debt is.

Now Qingmi Ruri understands this deeply. For a mere 40,000 yen, she got deeper and deeper into trouble. She had no choice but to enter Takeshi Nanabahara's house and immediately changed her job as a housekeeper.

Well, the resentful housekeeper, just by looking at her facial expressions, can definitely name the heroine who starred in "The Resentful Housekeeper Who Kills", and the ratings will be at least over 20.

"Put the umbrella away and polish my leather shoes." Takeshi Nanabahara entered the house, kicked off his shoes and lay down in the living room, instructing the maid. No, it was the assistant who was doing the work. "The tools are in the drawer under the shoe kitchen. inside."

Qingjian Liuli stood expressionless at the entrance for a moment, threw away the umbrella, opened the drawer angrily, found a box, took out a velvet brush, flannel, shoe polish, etc., wrinkled his nose and picked up Takeshi Nanabaru's smelly shoes. Start brushing.

"Wipe up the rainwater first." Qi Yuanwu Luohan lay down, touched a book, and gave instructions while reading.

"I know, I'm not a fool, I don't need you to teach me how to shine shoes!" Qing Jian Liuli replied loudly with a dark face, and wiped them with a velvet cloth.

"There is a lighter in the box. Apply shoe polish and burn it with fire. Why are you in such a hurry? Do what you do and love what you do. Now that you are my assistant, you have to do all the things I am not happy to do. You must have some professional ethics." Seven Yuan Wu didn't mind Qing Jian Liuli's bad attitude at all, but patiently taught her what to do. After all, it would save him trouble in the future.

Well, he is a good BOSS and cares about the growth of his employees, or so he thinks.

Qing Jian Liuli was startled for a moment and took out the lighter from the box. She couldn't hold it back anymore and curiously asked: "Why do you need to burn it with fire?"

"Remove the moisture, dissolve the shoe polish, and use heat radiation to open the pores of the leather and deeply moisturize the leather. The polished shoes will be brighter, softer, more comfortable to wear, and more thoroughly maintained - this This pair of shoes is a 'family heirloom', with handmade calfskin soles. I plan to wear them for twenty years, so take good care of them!"

Can it still be like this?

Qingjian Liuli thought for a while and felt that it seemed to make sense. She tried it carefully and found that the shoe polish was thick enough and had a gelatinous texture. When she flicked it with a lighter, a layer of bluish-purple appeared on the surface of the toe of the leather shoes. The flames startled her, and she hesitated with the velvet cloth to put out the fire.

"That's it now! Zanghu attacks, rub hard!" Takeshi Nanahara gave the command decisively.

Qingjian Liuli moved when he heard the sound, mustered up all his energy, put out the fire with a velvet cover, and moved his small hand at high speed, wiping out an afterimage. After stopping for a moment, she was surprised to find that the uppers seemed to be softer and brighter. Anyway, they were brighter than the shoes her mother usually polished. The leather was smoother and more comfortable to the eyes.

It turns out to be really effective!

"You are so smart, you can learn it once taught." Takeshi Nanabahara is also very satisfied. He can't bear to wear dirty shoes, but the smell of shoe polish is so bad that his nose can't stand it after time travel. Every time he has to bite the bullet or wipe it Simply send it to the store for maintenance. It will be much more convenient to have this Tibetan Fox in the future.

Qing Jian Liuli turned her back to him and pouted.

Yep, you are irritating me again, this annoying guy...

But she rubbed even more vigorously, burning and wiping, and soon she finished polishing Nanabahara Takeshi's two big shoes. They felt the luster was soft and the leather was delicate, just like works of art. The more they looked at it, the more pleasing it was to their eyes.

As expected of me, as long as I take it seriously, I can do everything well, even shining shoes!

Hum hum, so awesome!

It was probably the first time in her life that she had polished leather shoes so seriously. She suddenly became interested, took off her small round-toed leather shoes, turned her back to Takeshi Nanahara, knelt down in the entrance hall and started polishing her own shoes again - GET a new skill. , it requires intensive practice, and the leather shoes can also ignite, which is a bit fun.

Takeshi Nanahara took a look at her bubble socks - they were loose socks, a kind of thick-threaded socks that are slightly longer and thicker than ordinary socks. They originated from the boot socks used to protect the calves during mountain climbing.

Due to its good thermal insulation performance, it was very popular in the Northeastern region of Japan in the 1980s. Later, it was adopted by the Hokkaido Prefecture as one of the special accessories for girls' wetsuits, and then became popular all over the country.

This kind of socks is also very popular among female high school students. Because Japanese girls wear skirts all year round, fat is easy to accumulate in their legs. In addition, they are generally shorter in height. Wearing these socks piled on their ankles will make their legs look awkward. It is relatively thin, which can counteract the adverse effects of carrot legs in disguise, and can add a lot of overall points.

It's just that Qingjian Liuli's legs are straight and slender, not carrot legs. Without these problems, wearing these socks indoors would seem a bit procrastinating. It looks very eye-catching and a bit uncomfortable. But Takeshi Nanahara didn't say anything, just After just one glance, he forgot about it. He planned to let her put on cotton knee-high socks later and slowly transform her. He didn't even care about her cleaning her little leather shoes, and just lay there with the book on her side and continued to read.

Seven or eight minutes later, Qingjian Liuli polished her round-toed leather shoes until they were shiny. After putting them on, she sat in the entrance hall with her feet crossed and took a look. She hummed twice and was very satisfied. Then she turned around and asked Takeshi Nanabahara. He said: "Okay, you have wiped my shoes. Can I go back?"

It wasn't a loss, I helped him shine his shoes, but I also gained new skills and used his shoe polish and tools. It was basically even, no, it should be considered a little profit.

"No, go get the vacuum cleaner and dust the house." Takeshi Nanahara flipped through the pages of the book, looking very attentively, and casually assigned her a new job.

Is this the end?

Qing Jian Liuli was very dissatisfied, but she had time to look at Nanabaru Takeshi's living room. She was shocked at first glance. Nanabahara Takeshi's living room was ridiculously simple. In addition to the tatami, there was only a small square table and a few cushions.

In an instant, a lot of the resentment in her stomach disappeared, and she finally remembered the fact that Takeshi Nanahara was an "orphan". Living alone was far from as easy as he seemed on the surface. No wonder he became a money-obsessed and annoying person. .

Feeling soft-hearted, she didn't yell at Takeshi Nanabahara, but just protested: "It's very clean now, why do you have to clean it? You don't want to deliberately torment me, do you?" The living room is simple, but it is really clean. There wasn't a speck of dust in the corners, and it didn't look like a boy's place. She didn't feel the need to clean it at all.

"If there is dust in front of me, clean it if I ask you to. I am the BOSS and I have the final say. You are not allowed to talk nonsense." Takeshi Nanahara didn't even raise his eyelids. He kept his eyes on the page. He just rubbed his fingers at her and signaled, " You still owe money, hurry up and work harder.”

Seeing that Liuli had no choice, Qing cursed him in her heart, took the vacuum cleaner in the direction he pointed, plugged it in and started pushing it around the house. After pushing it in the living room, she was ordered to clean the stairs and the corridor on the second floor. She was very busy for a while. Like a little bee.

Takeshi Nanahara lay there motionless, reading his book. When she finally finished and came downstairs, he immediately said: "Wash your hands, clean them, and then go cook."

Qing Jian Liuli couldn't bear it any longer. When she heard this, she said in disbelief: "What? I promised to be your assistant, but I only have an hourly salary of 100 yen, and I still have to cook for you?"

This guy is such an asshole, maybe you should raise money, pay it back directly, and then break up with him!

"It's the last work. You can get off work after cooking." Teacher T, no, domestication also requires a process. This is only the first day, so we can't let her get angry. We have to go step by step. Takeshi Nanabahara is not too demanding. .

Well, if you just clean and cook every day, you can get rid of the debt, that's not impossible.

Qing Jian Liuli hesitated for a moment and confirmed: "Only cooking is left?" If she had to wash the bathtub after cooking, she might have to switch from a detective to a murderer and bury Takeshi Nanabahara directly in the backyard.

"right."

"Then... I have worked for two hours today, no, three hours." Qingjian Liuli took the opportunity to negotiate terms, and when he started working, he realized that the hourly wage of one hundred yen was really a scam, and the more he worked, the more he worked. Angrier.

Takeshi Nanahara didn't care about the small amount of money with her, and waved his hand very generously: "Count on you for four hours!"

That's pretty much it!

Qing Jian Liuli hummed, became happy again, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then walked to the kitchen, asking: "Do you use a rice cooker or a pot? Are the kitchen utensils complete? Where is the apron?"

In fact, if Takeshi Nanabahara begs her, she really doesn't mind coming over and cooking him a hot meal every day. After all, this guy's life experience is quite pitiful, and he can just rescue a stray dog.

"There are pots and kitchen utensils."

"It's good to have it." Qingmi Ruri was ready to show off her cooking skills and show off her abilities by making a delicious meal for Takeshi Nanahara, a "stray dog", but as soon as she opened the kitchen door, she was shocked - the bedroom I didn't see the study room, but Takeshi Nanahara didn't have much furniture upstairs or downstairs. He looked like a very poor man, but he didn't expect that the kitchen was so luxurious.

Two super large vertical fresh-keeping refrigerators, a set of transparent moisturizing and constant-temperature sterilization cabinets, and a large horizontal silent freezer are placed in the corner of the kitchen. In the center is a shiny combination kitchen stove, with three sets of knife racks next to it, and the rest There were more pots, pans, cups, and pots than I could count at once, and there was even a huge double-walled oven.

Are you sick? Are you spending all your money on the kitchen?

Qing Jian Ruri was really shocked, and for a moment she doubted whether a person like herself, who had only learned to cook miso soup, make rice balls, make sandwiches, and fry fried tofu in home economics class, was worthy of standing here.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? The rice is in the cabinet. Work quickly." Takeshi Nanahara did not wait this time and followed up. He is the emperor's tongue now and has very high requirements for food. He cannot let her do whatever she wants and needs to be taught more carefully.

"Uh, okay..."

Qing Jian Liuli came back to her senses, quickly put on an apron, took out the pot, and opened the cupboard to get rice. However, the cupboard was opened, and inside was a row of large and small rice bags. She was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of rice to use.

Takeshi Nanahara stood behind her and pointed, "The two bags on the left are Japonica rice. Take a measuring cup. Take a cup and a half from the first bag, and a quarter cup from the second bag. The third bag is Chan rice, and also take a quarter cup. One cup, the fourth bag is wine and rice, take a tenth cup..."

Qingjian Liuli interrupted him and asked puzzledly: "Why bother?"

"Because the rice cooked this way is delicious."

"It's all rice. What's the difference? My mother only uses one kind of rice."

"Then does your mother's cooking taste good?"

Qingjian Liuli shut up and put the rice into the pot as Takeshi Nanahara asked, and then went to get the tap water, but was immediately stopped by Takeshi Nanahara, "Don't use tap water, there is mountain spring water in the refrigerator."

"It's just a meal, you really have a lot to do..." Qingjian Liuli muttered, opened the refrigerator to get water, added the appropriate amount according to Takeshi Nanahara's request, and sat down on the stove.

"The rice hasn't been washed yet." Takeshi Nanahara gave another instruction, "Add a little sesame oil, the kind from the No. 2 bottle above, a drop from the No. 3 bottle, a little bit of powder from the No. 4 bottle, and knead it gently with your hands for a while. It’s like giving rice a massage.”

"ha?"

"Do as I say and remember it. This will be one of your main jobs from now on."

"Tch~" Qingjian Liuli curled her lips, added some sesame oil, and then began to "massage" the rice. It was confirmed that Takeshi Nanahara was definitely seriously ill!

Takeshi Nanahara was still not satisfied and urged him sternly from behind: "Be serious and add some emotion to it. Food is like a mirror. How you treat it will be how it treats you. Be pious."

"That's enough!" Qingjian Liuli didn't bother to argue with the mental patient, so she started rubbing hard - adding feelings? I'll add more resentment and poison you to death!

"Alas, a child cannot be taught. Let's change the water to the fire!" Domestication is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Takeshi Nanahara did not force her to become a qualified coolie in one day. Today, she can only give in to her tongue.

"Be careful of choking later!" Qingmi Ruri cursed persistently, turned on the pot and sat down, then wiped her hands on her apron and looked at the refrigerator, asking, "Are there miso and tofu? I'll make you some miso tofu soup. Bar."

Curse him, curse him, but he is still a pathetic ghost in essence, and she doesn't mind working harder to make him a side dish.

"No need, your work is over for today." Takeshi Nanahara took an egg timer and adjusted it, put it next to the pot, and set the time for the rice.

Qing Jian Liuli was startled and stopped wiping her hands. She said in disbelief: "There is nothing else. You...you only eat rice?"

In an instant, all her impatience and resentment disappeared, and a deep feeling of pity arose in her heart.

Yes, he lives alone and relies on grants and scholarships. Even if he can occasionally get some money, there are always some unavoidable expenses in life and study. I'm afraid he mainly eats soy sauce bibimbap, right?

No wonder he requires so much to cook. It turns out that this is almost all he has for dinner.

I shouldn't have cursed him just now, I feel a little regretful...

Qing Jian Liuli's heart softened, and she felt a little guilty that she had just cursed Qi Yuan Wuhui to choke to death. She wanted to go home and steal some meat from the refrigerator, but she didn't know how to speak, and she was a little afraid of hurting his self-esteem.

She was hesitating when suddenly a strong aroma of hot air hit her face. Takeshi Nanabahara opened the sealed oven and said with a smile: "How is it possible? I made Burgundy beef stew and baked it for three hours on time. , now the time is just right, you can eat it right away.”

As he spoke, he took out a stew pot from the oven with his oven mitts on. It was filled with large chunks of beef with thick gravy, and it looked delicious.

Qing Jian Liu Li's face went blank.