Kexue Magician

Chapter 162 Let's Buy Grocery, Detective

After the blue castle thing is over.

Eating, practicing, and sleeping became the main theme of Fengchu for the next few days.

Soon it was Sunday again.

After getting up, brushing his teeth and washing his face, Feng Chu stretched his body to dispel some drowsiness. As a cultivator in a certain sense, staying up late is a common and common thing, and that feeling seems to be seizing the time.

Sitting on the chair in front of the dining table, Feng Chu took a few glances at Hui Yuanai.

Today's Hui Yuanai is the same as usual, with his face turned to the sky.

Naturally beautiful, she is still glamorous and refined, with undetectable dark circles under the eyelids on her fair face, seeing Feng Chu yawning, she couldn't help but yawn with her mouth covered.

"Xiao Ai stayed up late again, it's not good to often stay up late." Feng Chu smiled.

Hui Yuanai blinked and responded, "We are all the same."

Feng Chu shook his head slightly and said, "No, we are different."

"People's physiques cannot be generalized. In the ancient tower of the Blue Castle, when I was extremely angry, I broke the nylon rope in an instant, and there was no collapse or physical discomfort caused by the explosive potential afterwards."

"This is enough to prove that my physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, so it is not a big problem for me to stay up late."

Feng Chu explained with great interest.

He, is he caring about me?
Hui Yuanai stared straight at Feng Chu, without blinking for more than ten seconds, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "It's really not good to stay up late."

At this time, Miyano Akemi, who was wearing a pink apron, came to the dining table and put the casserole on the table.

Seeing that Fengchu and Huihara Ai were already in place, Miyano Akemi smiled and said good morning, and then went to the kitchen.

As the owner of the house, Fengchu naturally doesn't have to do things like cooking and washing dishes.

Compared with Akemi Miyano, Haibara Ai, who was a bit short compared to Akemi Miyano, needed a small bench to be higher than the kitchen counter. She wanted to help her sister but was rejected many times, so she slowly accepted the reality of sitting and waiting for dinner.

After a while.

Feng Chu picked up the bowl, filled a spoon with some porridge, blew it gently, and then tasted it carefully.

"Smooth taste and rich flavor."

"Scallions, peanut oil, lean meat and preserved eggs echo each other."

"The taste and heat of this preserved egg and lean meat porridge, I think those master chefs who have been making porridge for more than 20 years will say that they are ashamed of themselves!"

Feng Chu nodded with a smile, and praised from the bottom of his heart.

Hui Yuan, who had tasted the novel food again, frowned, brimming with a slight sense of happiness.

"Mr. Fengchu has won the prize~"

Miyano Akemi pursed her lips and smiled. This pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is the fourth pot she made today. She made the previous three pots in a small casserole in order to find the most suitable taste, so now she is actually Already full.

The approval of Fengchu and her younger sister Zhibao is her greatest joy.

She hopes that through her own efforts, such days can continue forever.

Afterwards, Feng Chu picked up a fried beef dumpling that was golden on both sides.

He took a bite of the dumpling and chewed slowly, enjoying the delicacy. He felt that this little life was getting more and more comfortable. Compared with the young masters of rich and noble families in ancient times, the difference was probably only three wives and four concubines.

This breakfast took more than 20 minutes to eat.

Delicious, naturally you have to taste it slowly.

After breakfast, Feng Chu turned on the TV to watch the morning news.

"Mr. Fengchu, there are not many meat and vegetables at home..."

After washing the dishes, Akemi Miyano dried her hands with an induction automatic hand dryer, and Bai Jie put her hands in front of her belly, and reported the current food storage situation of the family like a loyal housekeeper.

"Xiao Ai, do you want to go to the supermarket together? You can choose whatever you want to eat."

Feng Chu, who understood instantly, nodded, knowing that he should also play some role, and had to go to the supermarket to make a big purchase.

Miyano Akemi looked at Haibara Ai with a smile.

Haibara looked at her elder sister Miyano Akemi, and suddenly felt that her sister's smile was meaningful.

Puzzled, Hui Yuanai blinked her eyes and took a closer look, and found that her sister's weird smile was gone, and she hummed in a clear voice.

After a few minutes.

Feng Chu and Hui Yuanai went to the large supermarket.

Murder cases often occur in Mihua City. People who don't know it think it is a crime capital. In the final analysis, the main reason is that the elementary school student Conan lives here. However, it is undeniable that Mihua City has a prosperous business and convenient transportation.

“Fish, Beef, Chicken…”

"Lettuce, tomato, egg, cabbage, eggplant..."

Feng Chu took the list of necessities given by Akemi Miyano, and put the items into the shopping cart one by one.

Hui Yuan Ai is also picking and choosing from the merchandise racks. She is not tall enough and often needs Feng Chu's help.

The products she chooses are mainly Hokkaido white lover chocolate biscuits, natto, brownie, cherry blossom jelly pudding, peanut butter, blueberry jam, sliced ​​bread...

After selecting the products, Feng Chu and Hui Yuanai both pushed their shopping carts and lined up.

After a while, there were still four people in front of Fengchu waiting for the checkout.

"Wait, the money is missing! One hundred yen is missing!"

The brown-skinned man in a hoodie yelled loudly, and angrily slapped banknotes and coins on the checkout counter. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was red, and he smelled of alcohol when he spoke.

Smelling the smell of alcohol on the man in the black sweater, the cashier's face turned pale.

She didn't bow and apologize immediately. She knew that she had to find out the truth of the matter at such a time, and she couldn't just apologize indiscriminately. Otherwise, the customers would misunderstand her, and she would suffer unjust injustice and be scolded in vain.

"Sir, please calm down, I will help you count again." The cashier lowered his voice.

The man in the sweater widened his eyes and shouted, "Calm down? Am I not calm now?"

A male cashier repeatedly appeased.

The cashier lady also shook her head quickly, picked up the banknotes and coins on the cashier counter, quickly counted them, and found that the amount was correct.

Then she handed the coin to the man in the sweater with both hands, squeezed out a smile and said, "Sir, that's right, it happens to be three thousand eight hundred and seventy-six yen."

The man in the sweater snatched the coins and counted them, his face flushed even more.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then scanned the three customers behind him who were far away from him, then threw the coins onto the cashier with all his might, and said angrily with an angry expression on his face: "It's not that you are wrong, is it that I am wrong? The customer is God." Do you understand?"

Banknotes scatter, and coins bounce off the till and fall to the floor.

The male cashier held back his anger, he was absolutely sure that the man in the sweater was drunk and messed up on purpose.

The male cashier with good professionalism took a few deep breaths, bent down to pick up the banknotes and coins one by one, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, please don't provoke trouble on purpose, the money we changed is not wrong."

The man in the black hoodie stuck his tongue out and said furiously, "Then count again!"

(End of this chapter)