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Chapter 670 Handmade Chocolate

"Don't worry about such details." Guangyou waved his hand indifferently, changed his shoes and went to the kitchen, leaving a sentence, "Hurry up, I'm not responsible for what you miss later."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing that Guangyou ignored him, Conan didn't want to sing a one-man show by himself, so he had to put on his shoes and follow Guangyou.

When he came to the kitchen, Conan saw Guangyou take out something like cocoa powder from the refrigerator, and couldn't help being a little puzzled: "You want it."

Glancing at Conan, Guangyou withdrew his gaze, and responded lightly: "Make chocolate."

"It really isn't." Conan sighed, and sat down on the chair, "I thought it was a matter of the server, but after thinking about it, the doctor is not doing well, even if there is a server."

"Sure enough." Guangyou took out the materials and tied an apron on himself, "I know you're thinking about the server, but don't worry, the plan can continue after the doctor fixes the firewall."

Conan naturally understands this reason, and even if the firewall and server are all done, there won't be much progress in a short period of time, after all, artificial intelligence still has to grow.

Unless this artificial intelligence has already started to grow before it was given to Guangyou.

"It's not impossible." Conan squeezed his chin, looked at Guangyou's busy back, and thought of a bad possibility, "It's also possible that there is no artificial intelligence at all, and everything is just a prank by others."

Thinking of this, Conan sighed for a long time, and now he can only hope that the next thing will not go in a bad direction.

Guangyou stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at Conan: "It's almost the holidays, don't you prepare a gift or something?"

"Gift?" Conan was a little confused, "What gift? It's going to be a holiday again?"

His reaction was all expected by Guangyou, Conan has always been insensitive to such things, how can a person who can forget his own birthday remember other festivals.

"Yeah, White Valentine's Day is coming soon, don't you want to prepare?" Guangyou glanced at him indifferently, then turned around and began to prepare the things needed, such as pots and pans and some tools.

Fortunately, Yukiko Kudo can cook, this kitchen is not used as a decoration, the tools and everything in it are quite complete, but there are no ingredients in stock.

In fact, even if you reserve it, you won’t need it. After all, Conan doesn’t know how to cook.

"It's Valentine's Day again." Conan held his forehead and asked in distress, "Why are there so many festivals?"

"many?"

Looking up at Conan who was sighing, Guangyou couldn't help but shook his head, clicked his tongue, and said, "These are too many? Then you don't know that every month's No. 14 is Valentine's Day, and January is Valentine's Day." Diary Valentine's Day, February is Traditional Valentine's Day, March is White Day, and April is "

Before Guangyou finished speaking, Conan felt a dull pain in his brain, and interrupted quickly: "Stop, stop talking, I lost."

Seeing Conan's appearance, Guangyou didn't continue talking, and silently finished the preparations.

"Where do these festivals come from?" Conan felt that the word "Valentine's Day" echoed in his mind, and he didn't know who was so boring to come up with so many Valentine's Days.

In addition to various traditional festivals, birthdays and the like, who can remember so many?
What a hassle.

"Who knows." Guangyou shrugged and explained to Conan, "Anyway, Japanese boys only need to remember March, and the others are not that important."

"That's good." Conan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask him to remember these things, he really couldn't remember them.

Guangyou picked up the bag of cocoa powder on the table, and motioned to Conan: "How about I teach you how to make chocolate?"

"Me?" Conan pointed at himself, his tone full of doubt and unconfidence, "Forget it, I still have self-knowledge, I don't want to murder others."

"Don't be so unconfident, it's just chocolate, the process is very simple." Guangyou saw that Conan still didn't move, so he wanted to use his trump card, "On the day of the holiday, many girls in Didan High School will receive chocolates or gifts , and then Xiaolan can only stand by and watch, or maybe someone will also give Xiaolan chocolates."

Before the trump card was used up, Conan couldn't sit still, got up and walked to him, and said, "Teach me."

"It's actually very simple to make chocolate." Guangyou knew that Conan was still a little unconfident, so he said with a smile, "The method is to melt the chocolate you bought, add some ingredients, pour it into a mold, and wait for it to solidify."

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Conan suspected that the man in front of him was fooling him, but he had no evidence.

The chocolate made according to this process is indeed chocolate, and it is indeed handmade, but why does he always feel that something is wrong?

Sensing Conan's suspicious gaze, Guangyou quickly explained: "Don't look at me like that, it's true. After all, most modern people are busy and have to go to work and school, so they don't have so much time to start from scratch, and even if they are foreign The masters did the same."

"The steps of pure handmade chocolate are actually relatively simple, but it takes a long time."

While working, Guangyou popularized science, “First, let the cocoa beans go through the steps of fermentation, exposure, roasting, grinding, and then the flavoring, and finally wait for it to solidify. This process will take about a week. .”

The general meaning of these words is that Conan understands that he can honestly choose the first method, and let’s forget about the pure manual one. He doesn’t have that ability and doesn’t have that much time.

"This time I bought cocoa powder, but it doesn't matter, the general method is similar." Guangyou began to demonstrate, moving slowly so that Conan could see clearly, "I will slow down the movement, you just follow me to do it, really Very simple."

"it is good."

It may be that Guangyou's words just now successfully stimulated Conan. When he was making chocolate, he was very serious, and basically took a step to look at Guangyou.

And Guangyou also slowed down quite cooperatively, so that he could see clearly.

The process was fairly smooth. After all, it was simple and there were no difficult steps. It just required care and patience.

Soon, an hour passed, and the sky outside was completely dark at this time, and the stars climbed into the night sky, blooming with faint brilliance.

In Kudo's house, Guangyou tried the cocoa paste prepared by the two of them, and then nodded with satisfaction: "It's almost ready, you can put it in the refrigerator and wait for it to solidify."

Conan also tried the taste and heaved a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect that what I made is not only edible, but also tastes good."

"It's not difficult at all. Compared with Huaxia cuisine, this stuff is so simple." Guangyou picked up the mold that had been prepared a long time ago and said, "Come on, pour this stuff into the mold and cook it. After the finishing touch, it can be put in the refrigerator to wait for it to solidify.”

"Ah."

Looking at the semi-finished chocolate in front of him, Conan smiled without leaving a trace. It seemed that this was the first time he made chocolate for others.

He felt that the taste was okay, but he didn't know what kind of comments she would make.

suddenly looking forward to
She should like it, right?

"What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing that Conan was in a daze, Guangyou asked, "Do you want to just send it away like this?"

"How is it possible?" Conan came back to his senses, picked up the bowl and poured the cocoa paste into the mold, "It's just the first time I made it successfully, I'm just a little happy."

　Feeling more and more normal
　　Spicy chicken like me (╬￣dish￣)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)