Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Xinfan walked back home with Huihara Ai all the way.

　　 Hui Yuanai could not hold back looking around at first, but she finally lifted her head from Xinfan's arms when she heard the sound of entering the door.

　　 Entering the eye is a huge floor-to-ceiling window that occupies a whole wall of this large flat-floor apartment. The bustling Tokyo city outside the window looks strange under the embellishment of neon lights. It makes people feel a little stunned for a moment, as if they have detached themselves from this city, as if they cannot integrate into society anyway, and cannot be recognized by the world.

　　 just the warmth behind tells Hui Yuanai that there is someone like her.

　　 "It's cold," Hui Yuanai whispered.

　　 Xinfan immediately put her on the sofa: "Is it cold? I think today's forecast is pretty warm. Then I'll get you a coat."

　　 However, Huiyuan Ai only shook his head slightly when he heard the words, and repeated the words just now: "It's cold."

　　 During this period, her gaze never left the glass wall.

　　 Xinfan followed her gaze and looked at her. He didn't know what happened. Suddenly he understood what Huihara was saying.

　　 She meant to live in such a high room and watch the bustling city of Tokyo with cold eyes. It was very cold.

　　 Shinshige couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Huihara looked at him in silence.

　　 The strange man who became his elder brother only when I met today, is now smiling with crooked eyebrows, his pupils seem to be shining with stars. Although he didn't want to admit it, Nobuhira Asano at this moment was more real than the person when they first met. His smile is not so fake, not so creepy.

　　 "What are you laughing at?" Huihara Ai asked softly.

　　 Shinshige stretched out his hand and rubbed Hui Yuan's head. Hui Yuan's subconsciously wanted to hide, but he held back when thinking of the other party's identity.

　　 Xinfan's smile deepened again: "If you are young and old, Xiao Ai must be very lonely, right? That feeling of incompatibility with the people around you."

　　 Haibara was stunned, then bit his lips tightly and stopped talking.

　　 "Would you like a drink?" Shinhan smiled and said to her, "I have orange juice and yogurt at home. Of course, if you want to drink some spirits, it's not impossible."

　　 "Children can't drink." Huihara Ai couldn't help but emphasize.

　　 "Who said that?" Xinfan opened the wine cabinet naturally, "I have almost all common wines here, which one would you like to drink?"

　　 Hui Yuanai's psychology unexpectedly evoked a feeling of helplessness. Why would this man instigate children to drink? And the key is that she still has a little heart.

　　 "Is there any sherry?" Aihara Hui tentatively said the words that suddenly appeared in his brain.

　　 As for why she thought of Sherry, she couldn't remember. Her memory is chaotic, and some fragments always emerge intermittently. In that sleepy world as vague as a revolving lantern, there are people in white coats with dull expressions on their faces.

　　 Those uncles and aunts at the police station had asked many questions in order to find her parents. At that time, Hui Yuanai even wondered whether his parents would be a researcher in any institution, but the police investigation was nothing.

　　 Xinfan opened the cork with a screwdriver, picked a small tulip glass, and poured a third glass of sherry.

　　 It's really strange to say that Xin Fan didn't like to drink at first. But since joining the organization and got a code name, he somehow fell in love with the charming smoky flavor of Scotch whisky. Later, he became Mezcal, and he went from being uncomfortable at the beginning to slowly accepting and even loving Mezcal's unique taste.

　　 Hui Yuanai should be like this too, she has obviously lost her memory, but she still wants to choose Sherry in her subconscious mind. Maybe it's because the name gives her a sense of familiarity, relaxes her a little, or she really likes it.

　　 "Try it." Xinfan handed the glass to Hui Yuanai, "It's only fifteen degrees, so you won't be drunk."

　　 "Only" fifteen degrees? Did this guy realize that she was still a child?

　　 Hui Yuanwei hesitated for a long time before taking the glass.

　　 She didn't dare to finish the drink, she only took a tentative sip, and the sweet aroma of Sherry suddenly encroached on her entire mouth.

　　 "It's delicious." Huiyuan Ai couldn't help but exclaimed, and then took another sip, "But this wine is really sweet, just like juice."

Xin Fan poured himself a glass of whiskey, sat down next to her and said, "Because I like sitting in front of a warm fireplace and drinking sweet wine in winter, I only prepare sweet sherry at home. If you like it, next time I Bring back semi-sweet or dry ones."

　　 "Well, good..." Hui Yuanai suddenly realized that it was wrong, and hurriedly changed her words, "Children can't drink!"

　　 Xinfan smiled gently at her: "Well, children can't drink." But adults can drink.

Haibara Ai:"……"

　　 Why does she always feel that Asano's words are not sincere at all?

　　 However, Shin Fan changed his mind. Japan stipulates that people under the age of twenty cannot drink alcohol, but Shiho Miyano is under twenty years old...

　　He seems to be a little bit suspicious of abetting minors to drink~www.readwn.com~ Xin guiltily changed the subject: "Drinking on an empty stomach is not good, I'm going to prepare dinner, what would you like to eat?"

　　 "It's okay." Hui Yuanai replied softly.

　　 Shinhan thought about the ingredients in the refrigerator, and found that he didn’t seem to have any particularly complicated dishes to cook: "Then I’ll make Mexican food today."

　　 Although it is Mexican cuisine, because California has a large number of Mexicans, it has become a specialty of California.

　　 Xinfan fried chicken diced with onions as a side dish, fried three tortillas, and served with guacamole to make a good dinner.

　　 While he was busy in the kitchen, Hui Yuanai stepped on slippers that were too big for her and stood at the door, staring at Xinfan intently.

　　 Until he walked out with the dinner plate, Hui Yuanai followed to the restaurant.

　　 Xinfan looked back at her: "Sit down and eat."

　　 "...Hmm." Huihara replied in a low voice, and climbed into his seat.

　　Haihara Ai originally thought that a Japanese like herself should not be used to Mexican food, but when the crispy tortillas were rolled with chicken diced into her mouth, she suddenly felt a good taste.

　　唔...... It turned out to be quite delicious.

　　 "How is it?" Xinzhan poured a glass of water to Huihara, "Sweet wine will be as suitable as dessert after the meal. It is better to drink water for dinner."

　　 "Yeah." Hui Yuanai finally felt hungry. Regardless of the fear or other emotions in her heart, she ate the entire burrito one bite at a time.

　　 In the end, he still drank the sweet wine still.

　　 Suddenly, her cheeks were dyed crimson like sunset.