Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Kanon Wakida smiled: "I'm an adult, adults can always tell the difference between perfume and laundry detergent right away."

Conan felt that his statement was a bit weird and seemed to be alluding to something. Although he didn't know that Wakita Kenno was Rum, he still decided to keep his mouth shut as much as possible, so as not to be discovered about his relationship with Kudo Shinichi.

Fortunately, Wakita Kenno's attention didn't seem to be on the child at all, he was always watching Asano Nobunaga.

"This perfume is a classic of American brands. Although Japanese brands have imitated them, the back notes always lack a little citrus flavor. It seems that Mr. Asano, a female friend, is from the United States."

Kanon Wakida said, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath,

"Well, I smelled a faint smell of paint, the kind that was freshly painted and not completely dry. The formaldehyde content of the paint is very low, so it should be specially provided by the school. Mr. Asano, if you can have dinner with Mr. Mori, it means that you just now I just work in the office. Only the school in Mika-cho can go back and forth in a morning, and there is only one school in Mika-cho that is being renovated recently, and that is Tedan Elementary School.”

Rum was really sharp, sharp enough to make Nobuhiro wonder if he had learned of his morning schedule through other channels.

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong." Nobufan said calmly, "The lady I saw this morning was Japanese."

"Oh?" Wakita raised his eyebrows, "There's nothing I can do, my reasoning will occasionally go wrong. But my other reasoning should be correct, right? Even if the lady is not an American, she must have lived in the United States for a long time. Otherwise, she wouldn't know about a niche American brand, and she wouldn't know that this brand's fragrance could be replaced in Japan."

Nobunaga looked at him calmly, neither confirming nor denying Rum's guess.

What does Rum want to know through him, Wakasa Rumi?

The wind chimes hanging at the door of the Iroha sushi restaurant rang, and a young man with slightly long light brown hair walked in and found a seat by the door.

Since there is only Wakida Kennori alone in the store, he naturally took over the responsibility of entertaining.

He walked over with tea: "This guest, what do you want?"

The customer was in his early twenties. He took the menu and made a decision after reading it for a long time: "I want a high-quality sushi, chawanmushi and coke. By the way, more vinegar-pickled **** slices."

"Coke?" Kogoro Mori couldn't help but question.

The young man's face sank immediately: "What's the matter? Can't I order Coke?"

"No, I didn't say anything." Maori Kogoro looked back embarrassedly and muttered silently, "Young people these days actually drink Coke when they eat sushi."

Perhaps it was because of the meal time that more and more customers came to the sushi restaurant, and Wakida was so busy entertaining customers that he didn't have time to chat with Mouri Kogoro, Nobunaga and others.

While eating sushi, Mouri Kogoro watched Kanno Wakita busy, and said with emotion, "Mr. Wakita is really a warm person."

Conan, however, has a feeling that he can't tell from Wakida.

There are all kinds of people who come to eat sushi at this time, from the trendy young people who have some high-end sushi with cola, to the typical social animals of ordinary sushi oolong tea and grilled fish, and busy professional women.

"Just as usual." The woman was wearing a dress and had been operating with her mobile phone since she entered the door, looking very busy.

The newcomer Wakita Kanno didn't even know what the "usual way" of this guest was, so he had to repeat it embarrassingly: "What would you like to eat?"

"Didn't you say it's normal!" The woman raised her head angrily. After seeing the unfamiliar face, she was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "Where's Takeoka-kun?"

Wakita Kan is embarrassed to explain to her with a smile: "Takeoka-kun seems to have resigned for family reasons."

"Then when will he come back to work?"

"Oh, I don't know about this." Wakida Kanno smiled unchanged, "Actually, I'm also curious."

When he said those words, Wakita Kannoro's eyes seemed to drift in the direction of Nobuyuki. Nobunaga raised the teacup, blocking his view.

"Really," the woman complained. "If it wasn't for Takeoka-kun, I wouldn't have come all the way to eat here. I have an auction to attend tonight."

"What's wrong with Takeoka-kun?" Kanonori Wakita asked curiously.

"I have a good conversation with him on art collection. The painting I want to shoot tonight was chosen for me by him. It is very valuable, but the current auction price is relatively low, so it is suitable to start with." , The woman also glanced at Wakita Kennori with a look of disgust, "Forget it, you don't understand either. A sea urchin bowl, sea urchin and salmon roe, and a little more mustard."

"Hi."

It's so rare for Rum to be courteous and respectful to every guest, and Nobunaga couldn't help but take a photo as he turned around to serve his plate.

Conan asked curiously, "Brother Asano, what are you doing?"

"Nothing to do." Nobunaga sent the photo to Zero Valley while perfunctory with the curious children.

Soon the reply from the valley zero arrived: [Who is this person and the target of the investigation? ]

Xinfan tapped three English letters with a smile on his face.

This time, there was a long silence on the side of Jianggu Zero.

Nobunaga speculates that the guy is weighing whether he should come to Iroha Sushi to meet Rum, or is analyzing Rum's purpose for applying for a job at Iroha Sushi as a chef.

It was getting dark and dinner was coming to an end.

Mouri Kogoro shouted very generously: "Checkout!"

Wakita Kanze quickly came over with the bill: "Mr. Mori, if it's convenient, could you please continue to tell me about interesting cases next time? I can give you a discount, and the fraction will be deducted from my salary. Okay."

"Is this meal okay?" Nobunaga's eyes lit up~www.readwn.com~ Wakita Kanoromo.

"Hey, Asano-san, how can you be the boss like this?"

Wakita Kanno said with a smirk, "Of course I can, just treat it as my tuition fee for studying with Mr. Mouri."

"Tuition fee?" Nobuyuki frowned in difficulty. "Mr. Mori's current consultation fee is about 5,000 yen per hour. It took us an hour to eat, and it's about 5,000 yen."

Kanonori Wakida: "..."

Rum really didn't think that the other side of Mezcal was like this, the evil capitalist! !

At this moment, the door of the Iroha sushi restaurant was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman was standing outside the door.

She first looked around for a week, and then asked loudly, "Come on, who stole my handbag!!"

The customers in the store looked at each other, not knowing why.