I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

With the name "Sister Yuanzi", Yuanzi slowly wakes up from her fantasy.

The angular face of Kyōgoshin in front of him gradually blurred, and finally became the immature face of Guangyou.

"I was scared to death." Yuanzi clutched her chest up and down, and the idiotic smile on her face was replaced by an embarrassing look.

"Am I scary?" Guangyou was holding the vegetables, looking at the garden with a helpless expression.

He could see that the garden was replenishing his brain just now, and the content must be related to Kyogoku Zhen.

The reason is that Yuanzi's cheeks and earlobes are slightly red, and more importantly, Guangyou can clearly hear her reciting Kyogoku's name.

It looks like this, Guangyou doesn't know that there are ghosts.

Seeing that Yuanzi hadn't slowed down, Guangyou reminded: "Sister Yuanzi, you can wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

"Oh oh, good."

After a few repeated noises, the garden calmed down. He washed his hands directly in the kitchen, and then took his bowl of tomato scrambled eggs and followed Guangyou out of the kitchen.

At this time Conan was sitting in the living room looking through the novel. Although his eyes were on the pages of the book, it was hard to tell whether his attention was on the book.

Anyway, Guangyou only knew that Conan hadn't turned the page for a long time.

Due to time constraints, Guangyou didn't make any complicated dishes, nor did he make a lot. He just cooked two homemade dishes at random, except for the bowl of tomato scrambled eggs in the garden.

Three dishes, the rest will come back when Xiaolan buys some side dishes.

The scents of these dishes were mixed and permeated the small room on the third floor. Conan, who was reading next to him, smelled the scent of the dishes, so he turned the pages of the book.

In addition to putting the dishes on the table, Guangyou was not idle, prepared enough bowls and chopsticks, and put the rice in front of their respective seats.

After all this was done, Guangyou was emptied, sitting crouched on the mat, and watching TV.

After a few minutes, Yuanzi suddenly asked, "Guangyou, how did you develop your cooking skills? Is there a secret?"

She knew which of the three dishes on the table was better or worse, whether it was the taste or the fragrance, as long as one smelled it, the discerning person could see that it was obviously Guangyou's better.

What makes Yuanzi curious is how Guangyou has such cooking skills at this age.

She had eaten the dishes made by Guangyou before, and the taste was really lacklustre. The best in the world was too exaggerated, but the chef she had hired heavily with her family was just as good.

This is Yuanzi's own opinion. As for how others comment on Guangyou's dishes, she doesn't know.

Because each has its own characteristics, and she is not the kind of professional food critic, so I can't tell the specific difference, anyway, it is delicious.

But it is precisely because of this that the garden is curious, obviously just a kid in elementary school.

If the chefs in the family knew about this, probably not many would believe it?

Looking at Guangyou, Yuanzi's eyes were filled with curiosity.

It's like asking a schoolmaster how to learn well, and the answer is actually very simple.

Looking back at the curious garden, Guangyou pondered the words and said: "There is a secret, just a practice of handwriting. I used to like to think about these things when I was alone. It will naturally take a long time."

What he said was the fact that when he was still working in that line, it was particularly boring when there was no task on weekdays, so he cooked for himself.

After all, I cook for myself. Naturally, I can't cook it out of unpalatable food. This will only be the case over time.

But these words had a different meaning in Yuanzi's ears. She knew very well who Guangyou was before, so she thought of another possibility:

The little boy helped others to do odd jobs in the kitchen to maintain his life, perhaps for his own future, so the boy worked hard in the back kitchen after finishing a tiring day.

I hope that one day I can make money with this craft and change my life.

As soon as this idea emerged, Yuanzi made up for the little lonely figure in the back kitchen and the sound that echoed in the back kitchen's chopping board and the chopper.

Thinking of this, Yuanzi's eyes towards Guangyou also softened slightly.

If the child hadn't met Xiao Lan, what would it be like?

She can't imagine, but she knows it will never be easy.

Perceiving the change in his eyes, Guangyou was a little dazed. He didn't know what was going on. He simply explained a well-known truth. How did it feel that the garden was filling up again?

Is Dihua popular now?

"I am back."

At this moment, the door was pushed open, Xiao Lan's voice rang outside the door, and then she walked into the room with a few bags.

As soon as she entered the door, Xiaolan smelled the fragrance in the air, and she knew how she put the side dishes she bought on the table and put her attention on the bowl of tomato scrambled eggs, and praised: "Yuanzi, it seems You are still very good. You succeeded so quickly. Although you don't know the taste, it should be good from the current point of view."

"That's not it." Yuanzi grinned and laughed a few times. "What can hardly get me Suzuki Yuanzi?"

Xiao Lan was not familiar with this picture of her girlfriend, and after a few laughs, she said: "The dishes are all here, and when the people are all ready, we will prepare for dinner."

In fact, Yuanzi was already very hungry. When she saw Xiaolan back, she thought she would be able to have a meal, but in the end she had to wait for someone. Judging from the current situation, the person waiting should be Uncle Maori.

"Why the uncle hasn't come yet." Yuanzi slapped his lips while looking at the tempting aroma of the dishes before him, complaining, "I'm almost starving to death."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and soon after the garden fell down, Uncle Maori walked into the room with a newspaper.

Guangyou clearly saw Uncle Maori's expression relaxed after entering the room. He guessed it was because Uncle Maori was worried that the things made by the garden could not be eaten.

The people are already there, so it's time for dinner.

"I'm gonna start now!"

After saying this, several people started to move.

Among the dishes on this table, the two dishes made by Guangyou are most popular with the garden, Conan, and Uncle Maori, but he and Xiaolan did not eat those two dishes.

It was mainly to solve the side dishes other than those two dishes and the bowl of tomato scrambled eggs made by the garden.

After eating, these dishes are almost eliminated.

Yuanzi and Xiaolan contracted the bowls and everything, while Conan and Uncle Maori, who were already eating, sat in front of the TV and watched the same show.

Guangyou, who was free, went back to the room and sat at the desk. He habitually took out his mobile phone and took a look. There was an unread message, which was still a little sad.

It has been a while since the news was received. To be precise, Xiao Ai sent the text message within a few minutes after Guangyou finished sending the text message with the content "OK".

The content is also very simple, a simple one sentence "I will study first, see you tomorrow."

"This Nizi..." Guangyou laughed and wanted to exit the text message interface, but after the date of sending the message, his eyes stopped for a moment.

Looking at this date, a smile overflowed from the corner of Koyo's mouth: "I didn't expect that the time was about to come... How to say this is also Valentine's Day. I remember that according to the Japanese custom, this day is for boys to give girls gifts. ."

"What gift should I give?"

"Would you like to pack myself and send it over?"

Thinking of this, Guangyou couldn't help but smile, "If this were the case, what would Nizi look like?"

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