I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Mingmei and Guangyou talked a lot, from daily chores and trivial matters to Xiao Ai's daily life.

Guangyou is a selective memory, everything related to Xiao Ai, every day, he remembers please, although he can't tell all the details.

Every scene in the memory is worth remembering for a lifetime.

In this world, he experienced a new feeling of a ship that he had never experienced before.

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Wei came back with many ingredients.

Xiao Ai put the ingredients into the kitchen after entering the door, and then came out and said to Guangyou angeredly: "The kitchen is yours, go ahead."

Guangyou nodded, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

The sisters continued to chat, and Guangyou in the kitchen was handling the ingredients with a smile.

There was the laughter of the sisters, which made Guangyou very satisfied.

Someone in the family can wait for you to go home and pour you a cup of hot tea when you go home. Compared with these, the money seems a bit cheap.

Satisfaction is actually very simple, this is actually enough.

Some people say that the mood of cooking can affect the taste of the dishes. It is true that Guangyou does not know, but Guangyou knows that he is doing it very seriously, and he wants to offer a long-lost meal to the two.

The news to Mingmi was also a Valentine's Day gift from Guangyou. Although it was a little late, Mingmi looked very happy.

After about an hour and a half, Guangyou walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes.

"Come, come, eat."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was still very good. The three of them ate, chatted and told jokes.

Guangyou didn't do much, and it was just right for the three of them.

In this happy time, the rice and vegetables will soon be eaten up.

"Sorrow, do you want to live with Sister Mingmei tonight?"

"Can you?"

"of course."

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After getting off the apartment building, Guangyou once again confirmed that the neighborhood was safe, and then he really left the neighborhood.

It was getting late, and Guangyou was ready to go back to the office.

According to Conan's IQ, the case should be over.

Guangyou stayed under the office for a while, and then went straight upstairs.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Conan walked in.

"The files that my uncle had been in contact with were taken away, and they were only returned to the Metropolitan Police Department last night."

Conan walked in with a serious expression on his face.

Guangyou lay on the bed and waved his hands: "I see."

"What is your attitude?"

Conan was a little disgusted with Guangyou's relaxed expression, "This thing is probably done by that organization, and it probably means that they might take action against Uncle and Xiaolan!"

Guangyou sat up and looked at him seriously: "I know, but what can you do?"

"You still don't know their lair, you still don't know the composition of their forces, even the peripheral members, you can even say that you don't have a list?"

Conan was silent and nodded: "You are right, I can't seem to do anything."

Conan shook his body a little, and lay on the bed feebly.

"I'm still saying that I'm a detective, and how good I am, but I don't know anything and can't do anything."

"It's not to blame you. You still have to pay attention to you. Don't rush to solve the problem by yourself just because you are up there. I have said it many times.

Guangyou comforted.

Conan nodded.

Guangyou knew that this vaccination was useless, but he still had to talk to Conan about this first.

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In a small alley downstairs of the office, a man wearing a knitted hat slowly walked out of the black shadow.

He took out a match and lit a cigarette for himself. With the faint light from the match, the man saw a piece of paper on the ground.

There were a few lines written on the paper, and the man knelt down after looking at the office. When he read the words clearly, his pupils shrank sharply.

The man picked up the piece of paper, and even though he was usually calm, his face changed slightly after seeing the title on the paper.

The paper says "It's good these days, Maharaja."

A few words, the first four words are no different, but the title at the back makes his spine cool.

"This handwriting is not hers."

The man said intently, "Did they have completely grasped my tracks?"

"The more I look, the more it looks like that person's handwriting last time."

He didn't believe that this piece of paper was written to him by the person he wanted, but it was like the person who installed the monitor in his car last time.

Guessed correctly, the person he thought was lying comfortably in the office next to him.

"Eating!"

Outside the door, Xiao Lan's voice greeted dinner.

Although Guangyou ate, his stomach told him that he could still eat.

Uncle Maori won a rare prize and clamored for steak at night. Now he is still showing off to his friends outside.

Xiao Lan always had a smile on his face. Uncle Maori was so happy that Xiao Lan also agreed to let him drink a little.

There are steaks on the table. Guangyou hasn't eaten them yet, but from the presentation and color of the steaks, it can be seen that they definitely do not belong to the so-called high-end restaurants.

Xiaolan is very virtuous, gentle, and kind to people. This is why Guangyou feels relieved. Of course, the person who took the dossier knows who it is, and that person will not harm the angel in her eyes.

"How does it taste?" Xiao Lan asked, taking off her apron, holding her hands.

"It's delicious, better than those restaurants outside."

Guangyou praised sincerely.

After Xiaolan heard the praise, she narrowed her eyes, and then she started eating together.

Conan on the table ate, but worried.

Obviously, he didn't completely let go of it either.

After eating for a while, Uncle Maori came back with a bottle of red wine. After sitting down, he began to show off to the three of Guangyou how accurate his vision was.

How did you pick out the winning horses from among the many horses?

He also said that Guangyou usually ridiculed him, so he slapped Guangyou face and asked Guangyou how he felt.

Guangyou didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At the dinner table, it was fun to listen to, but after Uncle Maori came, it became an uncle Maori's bragging convention.

After drinking some wine, Uncle Maori could see a slight drowsy on his cheeks: "What a detective! I believe my detective Kogoro Maori can become a billionaire by betting on horse racing!"

Guangyou, who couldn't listen to it, finished the steak and the side dishes on the plate, then said to Xiaolan and went back to the room.

The time at night is relatively easy to kill, reading a book, looking up at the starry sky and pretending to be deep, and then lying on the bed with my eyes closed and waiting for the next day.

The night is always mysterious, and many things happen at night.

In a high-end apartment, the city's feasting and greenery can be seen from this floor-to-ceiling window.

There was no light in the apartment, and the faint light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows was the only light in the entire room, under the light was a pair of white and thin hands.

The owner of those hands shook a wine glass with a rather elegant motion, which was swayed with scarlet liquid like blood.

Faint light shone on the woman's mouth, and the lipstick reflected a charming light.

Sexy lips took a sip of red wine.

"I don't know what my angel is doing now."

"Where is that damn man."

When she said this, she gritted her teeth and could see that she was very angry with the person in her mouth.

The woman sighed suddenly, got up and walked towards the bedroom of the apartment.