I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After washing, Guangyou just walked out of the bathroom and saw Conan rummaging through the cabinets looking for a thermometer.

"It's weird, where is the thermometer?" Conan frowned and opened the box containing spare medicines, a little confused.

He remembers that the thermometer was placed here, why can't he find it now?

Was taken away and not put back?

"Guangyou, do you know where the thermometer is?" Conan got up and looked at Guangyou and asked.

"I don't know." Guangyou shrugged. He usually exercises and has good physical fitness. He has not been sick for a long time.

"That's weird." Conan recalled that neither Xiaolan nor Maori had ever been sick during this period.

No one should have a thermometer.

"If you don't have a thermometer, let Xiaolan take it for you." Guangyou walked to the dining table and sat down and gave Conan an idea.

There are many ways to measure fever without a thermometer.

It's just that the accuracy of those methods is not as high as that of a clinical thermometer.

"Let Xiaolan help with the measurement?" Conan was stunned when he heard that, the scene of Xiaolan helping him to take his temperature slowly appeared in his mind.

It just so happened that when the two were talking about this, Xiao Lan walked out of the kitchen with breakfast.

"Sister Xiaolan, you can take Conan's temperature." Guangyou ignored whether Conan would agree, and directly told Xiaolan about the matter.

"I don't know where the thermometer is."

"Can't find a thermometer?" Xiao Lan put her breakfast on the dining table, unwrapped her apron, nodded in agreement, "All right."

Later, Xiao Lan walked to Conan, bent down, and helped Conan measure with the back of her hand.

Seeing that Xiaolan was using this method to measure her body temperature, Guangyou shook his head slightly disappointed.

He wanted to see Xiaolan use the "forehead to forehead" method to help Conan take his temperature.

To be precise, he wanted to see Conan's expression when Xiaolan used that method to take his temperature.

"It seems that I have a little fever." Xiaolan retracted her hand and said, "Conan, after breakfast, you and Guangyou will go to the hospital together."

"Well, I see." Conan nodded, his expression a little unnatural.

Although the back of his hand was not as close as the forehead, Conan felt that the distance was already very close, and he was not an old fritters like Guangyou.

"Go for breakfast." After Xiao Lan finished talking with Conan, she turned her head and glanced at the closed door of Uncle Maori, and said helplessly.

"Dad is true too, I haven't gotten up yet."

"Conan, is it a pity?" Guangyou swallowed the breakfast in his mouth, turned his head, looked at Conan sitting next to him, and asked in a mocking tone.

"Why is it a pity?" Conan didn't react.

"Of course it's a pity that Xiaolan didn't use her forehead to help you take your temperature." Guangyou lightly bumped Conan with her shoulder, raised her eyebrows, and looked funny.

"Hey..." After hearing this, Conan curled his lips and looked at Guangyou speechlessly.

What is this man's thinking...

Disgusting and disgusting, Conan still filled up the scene of Xiaolan using his forehead to help him take his temperature.

It seems, it looks good...

If Guangyou knew what Conan was thinking, he would definitely have to despise him.

Without continuing to tease Conan, Guangyou continued to eat breakfast, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a text message to Xiao Ai.

The content is very daily, just a very ordinary "good morning".

He did not wait for Xiao Ai's reply. After sending the text message, Guangyou put his phone on the table and concentrated on the breakfast in front of him.

Halfway through breakfast, Guangyou received a reply from Xiao Ai:

"Good morning."

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Guangyou picked up the mobile phone, edited and sent a text message about his going to the hospital with Conan today.

Had it not been for this, Guangyou would have wanted to take Xiaowei to the Mihua Library.

The information in the library is definitely more comprehensive and can better help Xiao Ai.

But Conan caught a cold, and he and Conan were in the same room.

Although the two slept on their own beds, the door was closed tightly when they slept, and the air was not circulating. He must have been infected with germs.

He usually exercises regularly, and his physical fitness is quite good, and he can't do anything about common colds.

But Xiao Ai's physical fitness is not as good as his. If he catches a cold to Xiao Ai when he goes to see Xiao Ai, it will be bad.

This is not what Guangyou wants to see.

Anyway, the two people usually have a lot of time to meet, and there is no shortage of this day.

After swallowing the last breakfast, Guangyou received Xiao Ai's reply:

"I see, you should pay attention these two days, don't catch a cold too, or don't think of me to take care of you when the time comes."

After reading the text message, Guangyou felt the care between the lines and chuckled lightly.

This Nizi cared in the same way, as if Xiao Ai was despising him, but she was indeed caring for him.

If he really has a cold, Guangyou knows very well that Xiao Ai will definitely come and take care of him.

Even when taking care of him, he would still dislike him and say something like "I brought you attention", but that concern is definitely not fake.

"I will pay attention, and so will you. If you are tired from the study, go and rest for a while. Don't even forget to eat the meal."

After editing this short message, Guangyou pressed the send button and sent it to Xiaoai.

Soon after, Guangyou received Xiao Ai's reply, the content is still very concise:

"Oh, I see."

"I'm leaving for the hospital now." Guangyou stared at the text message displayed on the phone screen for a while, then edited another text message and sent it to Xiao Ai.

A few seconds later, he received a reply from Xiao Ai:

"Be careful on the road, I'm busy too."

"Well, don't be tired."

After replying to the text message, Guangyou took a breath and put the phone in his pocket to avoid the phone from appearing in his eyes.

I don't know if he is the only one.

When chatting with Xiao Ai, there is always a thought in his mind that "clearly the chat is over, but still wants to reply to the other party".

In the case where the last message is a small mourning, this kind of thought will arise in Guangyou's mind.

At this time, Guangyou felt the phone in his pocket shook.

"Still not watching it." Guangyou knew what Xiao Ai would reply, nothing more than "Well, I got it."

But he still wanted to watch it in his heart, and then reply.

But if you want to go on like this, you can't stop, which is a waste of time.

Giving up the idea of ​​reading text messages, Guangyou got up with the empty tray, walked to the kitchen, washed these bowls, and put them away.

"Conan, when shall we leave?" Guangyou asked when he walked out of the kitchen and glanced at Conan who had almost eaten.

"Should we leave after breakfast?"

"Go early." Conan sniffed, nodded, swallowed the breakfast in his mouth, and said, "We'll leave after dinner."

"Yeah." Guangyou remembered his unfinished "family portrait", and after responding, he turned and walked into his room.

"It must be too late to paint, but you can see if there are any flaws in the painting."

The "Family Portrait" is still in the drafting stage. If you find any errors, you still have time to modify it.

But if it is colored, it will be troublesome to modify.

If it is board drawing, there will be no such trouble, but he is now drawing by hand, so he should try to avoid mistakes.

After returning to the room, Guangyou sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the black notebook next to the pillow, turned to the unfinished "Family Portrait" page, and looked at it carefully.

While watching this "family portrait", Guangyou recalled the content of the dream, with a gentle smile on his face.

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