This article exists:
Su Duqin + no cp in the text + pure black protagonist + there are past fabrications that are not written in the original work (if necessary)
Here is the introduction:
My name is Qin Chao (zhāo), codenamed Baijiu, and I am ostensibly the owner of a Chinese restaurant in Mihua Town.
In fact, I am the new leader of the organization.
Only Gin knew about this. He called me "sir" in private, but he didn't listen when I told him not to call me. Alas, it was obviously not the title I wanted to hear.
Oh, by the way, I lived for a long time in my last life. I bounced from one identity to another all my life, and I never had a solid rest until my death. So I have been very open-minded in this life. As a result, my former boss handed the token to me before he passed away. Before I could refuse, he was gone.
Okay, let the leader be the leader. Of course, the organization still needs to be managed, but you also need to drink tea, wander around, and eat three meals a day on time.
I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but there are always people who don't let me worry.
This kid named Conan comes to my store every three days to test me.
That Akai Shuichi used the pseudonym Subaru Okiya and came here to eat twice-cooked pork every day, thinking I didn't recognize him.
Toru Amuro, you are even more outrageous. While eating, you were trying to get information, and while you were trying to get information, you started to talk to me about how to make the soup stock fresh.
Okay, you can come if you want, just don't delay my afternoon chess play.
Until one day, the old guy Rum insisted on engaging in internal conflict.
It was not good for him to touch anyone, but he wanted to touch Gin.
I put the teapot away and sent a message to Gin: "Zhen, come over for a meal? The Rum matter has been settled smoothly."
That night, the organization changed.
The neighbors in Mihua Town only remember that Boss Qin opened the door as usual the next day, cooked food as usual, and sunbathed on the deck chair at the door as usual.
The old man next door who was playing chess in the park was a little strange: "There seemed to be a sound in your alley yesterday?"
Qin Chao smiled and moved a chess piece on the chessboard: "You heard me, maybe I was setting off firecrackers... I've finished my move, it's your turn."
Intention: Isn't it good to live a harmonious life?