I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 657 Pack yourself up and send it there?
With the title "Sister Yuanzi", Yuanzi slowly woke up from the fantasy.

The sharp-edged face of Kyogoku in front of him gradually blurred, and finally turned into that immature face of Koyou.

"Scared me to death." Yuanzi clutched his heaving chest, and the smile that was originally a little nympho on his face was replaced by an embarrassing expression.

"Am I scary?" Guangyou held the dish and looked at Yuanzi helplessly.

He could see that Sonoko was making up his mind just now, and the content must have something to do with Kyogoku.

The reason was that Sonoko's cheeks and earlobes were slightly red, and more importantly, Guangyou could clearly hear her reciting Kyogoku's name.

It's all like this, Guangyou didn't know it was a ghost.

Seeing that Yuanzi hadn't calmed down, Guangyou reminded: "Sister Yuanzi, you can wash your hands and prepare to eat."

"Oh, good."

After answering several times, Yuanzi regained his composure, washed his hands in the kitchen, and followed Guangyou out of the kitchen with his own bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

At this time, Conan was sitting in the living room flipping through the novel. Although his eyes stopped on the pages of the book, it was hard to say whether his attention was on the book or not.

Anyway, Guangyou only knows that Conan has not turned the page for a long time.

This time, due to time constraints, Guangyou didn't cook any complicated dishes, nor did he cook many dishes. He just cooked two home-cooked dishes at random, and the other was Yuanzi's bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Three dishes, and the rest will wait for Xiaolan to buy some side dishes and come back.

The aromas of these dishes were mixed together, permeating the small room on the third floor. Conan, who was reading next to him, smelled the aroma of the dishes, and pretended to turn the pages of the book.

Apart from serving the dishes on the table, Guangyou was not idle, he prepared enough bowls and chopsticks for the number of people, and put the rice in front of their respective seats by the way.

After doing all this, Guangyou was free, sat cross-legged on the mat, and watched TV.

After a few minutes, Yuanzi suddenly asked, "Guangyou, how did you develop your cooking skills? Is there a secret?"

She clearly knows which of the three dishes on the table is good or bad, whether it's the appearance or the smell, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that Guangyou's is obviously better.

What makes Yuanzi curious is how Guangyou has such cooking skills at such an age.

She has eaten the dishes made by Guangyou before, and the taste is really good. The number one in the world is too exaggerated, but the chef hired by her family is not far behind.

This is Yuanzi's own opinion, as for how other people comment on Guangyou's dishes, then she doesn't know.

Because each has its own characteristics, and she is not that kind of professional food critic, so I can't tell the specific difference, as long as it tastes good anyway.

But it was precisely because of this that Yuanzi was curious. He was obviously just a child in elementary school.

If the chefs at home knew about this, probably not many people would believe it, right?

Looking at Guangyou, Sonoko's eyes were filled with curiosity.

This is like asking how a top student learns well, the answer is actually very simple.

Looking back at the curious Yuanzi, Guangyou thought about his words a little bit, and said: "There is a secret, just practicing calligraphy. I used to like to think about these things when I was alone, and it will naturally come to me after a long time."

What he said was the truth. When he was still working in that line of work, he was very bored when he had no tasks on weekdays, so he cooked for himself.

After all, I cook for myself, so naturally I can't do it for the sake of being unpalatable, and that's how it will be over time.

But these words had a different meaning in Yuanzi's ears. She was very clear about Guangyou's identity before, so she thought of another possibility:
The little boy does odd jobs in the kitchen for others to make a living, perhaps for his own future, so the boy practiced his cooking skills in the back kitchen by himself after a tiring day of work.

I hope that one day I can make money from this craft and change my life in this way.

As soon as this idea came up, Yuanzi imagined the small lonely figure in the back kitchen and the sound of the chopping board touching the kitchen knife echoing in the back kitchen.

Thinking of this, Sonoko looked at Guangyou with a slightly softer look.

If this child hadn't met Xiaolan, what would he be like in the future?

She couldn't imagine it, but she knew it would never be easy.

Noticing the change in his eyes, Guangyou was a little dazed, he didn't know what was going on, he just explained a well-known truth in a very simple way, why does it feel like Yuanzi is making up his mind again?

Is Dihua popular now?
"I am back."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Xiaolan's voice sounded outside the door, and then she walked into the room carrying a few bags.

As soon as Xiaolan entered the door, she smelled the fragrance in the air. She knew what she had bought and put the side dishes on the table, then she paid attention to the bowl of tomato scrambled eggs, and praised: "Yuanzi, it seems You are still very good, you succeeded so quickly, although you don't know the taste, but from the current point of view, it should be pretty good."

"That's not true." Sonoko grinned a few times, "What can be hard for me, Suzuki Sonoko?"

Xiao Lan was very familiar with the appearance of her best friend, and after a few laughs, she said, "The dishes are all ready, and we will prepare dinner after everyone is ready."

In fact, Yuanzi was already very hungry. When she saw Xiaolan came back, she thought she would be ready for dinner, but she had to wait for someone. Judging from the current situation, the person waiting should be Uncle Mao Li.

"Why hasn't that uncle come yet?" Yuanzi looked at the dishes exuding an attractive aroma, smacked his lips, and complained, "I'm almost starving to death."

It was said that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and soon after Yuanzi finished speaking, Uncle Mao Li walked into the room with a newspaper in his arms.

Guangyou clearly saw Uncle Mao Li's expression relaxed after entering the room, he guessed it was because Uncle Mao Li was worried that the food made by Yuanzi would not be edible.

Everyone is already here, so it's time for dinner.

"I'm gonna start now!"

After saying this sentence, several people started to move.

Among the dishes on the table, the two dishes made by Guangyou were the most popular among Yuanzi, Conan, and Uncle Mao Li. As for him and Xiaolan, they didn't eat those two dishes.

It is mainly to solve the side dishes other than those two dishes and the bowl of tomato scrambled eggs cooked by Yuanzi.

After the meal, these dishes were almost wiped out.

Sonoko and Xiaolan took care of the bowls, while Conan and Uncle Maoli, who were a little stuffed, sat in front of the TV and watched the same program.

After being free, Guangyou returned to the room, sat at the desk, habitually took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there was an unread message, which was still sent by Xiao Ai.

It's been a while since I received this message. To be precise, Xiao Ai sent this text message within a few minutes after Guangyou sent that "OK" text message.

The content is also very simple, a simple sentence "I'll go to research first, see you tomorrow."

"This girl" Guangyou laughed and wanted to exit the text message interface, but his eyes accidentally glanced at the date of sending the letter, and the movement of his hands stopped for a moment.

Looking at this date, Guangyou's mouth overflowed with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be that time soon, so this is also Valentine's Day. I remember that according to Japanese customs, boys give gifts to girls on this day."

"What gift should I give?"

"Would you like to pack me up and send me there?"

Thinking of this, Guangyou couldn't help laughing, "If this is the case, what expression would Nizi have?"

(End of this chapter)