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The steaming curry rice exudes an attractive fragrance, which stimulates the taste buds.

The metal spoon touched the plate and made a crisp sound. Uncle Maori scooped up a spoonful of curry rice, blew it and sent it to his mouth.

"The taste of this curry is really good!" Uncle Maori was full of praise for this curry, "It's almost the same as the one in a high-end restaurant!"

"It tastes really good." Guangyou nodded in agreement after taking a bite, and added, "The spiciness of the curry is just right."

"Yes." Uncle Maori took another bite and said after swallowing, "This kind of curry happens to be my favorite."

"But since it's spicy, you can't eat Conan." Guangyou glanced at Conan who was watching them eating and said.

"Otherwise your throat will hurt even more."

"..." Conan glanced at Guangyou and wanted to say aloud "I know, thank you for reminding", but because of his throat, he didn't speak.

"I'll make a bowl of omelet rice for you later." Guangyou didn't notice the expression on Conan's face, and said while eating curry rice.

"Yeah." Conan's expression became a bit awkward when he heard this, but he still didn't speak because of his throat, but only responded.

"Mr. Akashi, your wife's cooking skills are really good." Xiaolan didn't notice the details of the previous conversation, and she didn't think too much, she praised.

"Actually..." Akashi Hiroto stopped his movements and explained, "I am the one who cooked this pot of curry. My wife died of illness three years ago today."

What he said was very relaxed, but when everyone heard it, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit heavy.

"Sorry." Xiaolan apologized for her inadvertently provoking this sad thing.

"It's okay." Akashi Kuan smiled at Xiaolan, motioned her not to care, and said, "It's been three years, and I've already let go."

"That's why, Mr. Akashi, you came to the tennis court in your memory because of this..." Yuanko said halfway, but didn't say anything.

It's really romantic to find the memories shared with my lover.

"However, during my time as a tennis coach, I also had experience in making dishes based on the players' physical conditions."

Obviously not wanting to continue on this topic, Akashi Hiroto held up the plate with curry rice and said to several people.

"So my cooking skills may be better than my wife."

"It turned out to be like this." Xiaolan and Yuanzi also understood this, so they didn't continue to ask, but responded with the words.

"I said that I had already put it down, but in fact..." Guangyou lowered his head and ate the curry rice on the plate, shook his head gently.

"I'm going to deliver curry rice to my father now. If you don't eat enough and want to add another bowl, you can do it yourself." Akashi Hiroto smiled to several people and said.

"You are welcome, a few, there is still a lot left in the pot, and I can't finish it myself."

"Okay." Uncle Maori replied.

After speaking, Akashi Hiroto walked to the second floor with the dinner plate.

After Akashi Hiroto left, Yuanzi sighed, "Mr. Akashi is really infatuated. I haven't forgotten his wife for three years."

"It's a pity." Xiaolan's attention is completely different from that of Yuanzi, she sighed, "Mr. Akashi's wife is terminally ill at such a young age."

"That's what I said." Yuanzi also sighed.

"Okay, you two will concentrate on eating." Uncle Maori said, seeing the two of them doing this, waving his chopsticks.

"Less comment on other people's families, after all, we have no ability to change."

"Of course, if you can bring Akashi-san's wife back to life, then assume that I haven't said this."

"Oh." Xiaolan and Yuanzi packed up their moods and bowed their heads to eat.

"Bring the dead to life..." Guangyou put the last bite of curry rice into his mouth, frowning thinking about something.

In Itakura Taku’s diary, I mentioned the classic line of Bei sister:

"We are both gods and demons. We want to reverse the torrent of time and bring the dead back to life."

Why did Sister Bei go to Takura Itakura?

How to reverse the torrent of time?

How to bring the dead back to life?

If he can really bring the dead back to life, can he bring Xiao Ai's parents-Atsushi Miyano and Elena Miyano back to life?

This is what Guangyou is thinking at this time.

For a few moments, Guangyou really wanted to see Sister Bei and the others successfully "reverse the torrent of time and bring the dead back to life."

Although Guangyou doesn't understand this, he can guess how difficult it is to do this kind of thing.

Let alone whether the deceased can be brought back to life, even if it is possible, the Miyano and his wife have passed away for so many years, so hope is very slim.

Perhaps he was thinking too much.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Ai asked softly, noticing the strangeness of Guangyou.

"It's nothing." Guangyou shook his head and said with a smile, "I just remembered the dream he had done two days ago."

I still don't tell Nizi about this kind of thing.

If one day he can really revive the Miyano couple, let's talk about it then, just as a surprise to this Nizi.

"Oh." Xiao Ai did not ask much.

"By the way, Xiao Ai, are you full?" Guangyou glanced at the empty plate in front of Xiao Ai, and asked, "Would you like to eat another small bowl of omelet rice."

"I'm full." Xiao Ai shook her head, saying that she didn't need to.

"Then wait for you to help me." After Guangyou finished speaking, he took the empty plate between him and Xiao Ai and stood up from the ground.

After getting up, Guangyou looked at Conan and said, "Conan, you can wait a while, I will prepare your omelet now."

Conan with his throat red and swollen still can only respond with a nasal "um".

"That's just right." Uncle Maori took care of the remaining curry rice in couples, handed the empty plate to Guangyou, and said, "Guangyou, help me add a plate of curry rice.

"Dad, just such a few steps, don't you bother to go?" Xiaolan looked at Uncle Maori and shook her head somewhat helplessly.

"Sister Xiaolan, it's okay. I just want to go to the kitchen. It's just a matter of convenience." Guangyou took the plate and walked into the kitchen with Xiao Ai.

Entering the kitchen, Guangyou helped Uncle Maori first add a plate of curry rice and sent it out, then he returned to the kitchen and began to cook Conan's dinner.

Just now, Xiao Ai has already prepared the preparations before cooking. Once Guangyou returns to the kitchen, he can make it directly.

The method of omelet rice is very simple, and it is more difficult to reverse the egg.

Even if you want to turn it over, you can't let the egg inside flow out.

However, this is not a problem for Guangyou.

In fact, this is not difficult, just practice more.

Just that sentence: "Without him, only hands are familiar."

Including the time for the fried rice and subsequent platting, it took about ten minutes to make this omelet rice.

"No, your omelet rice." Guangyou brought the uncut omelet rice to Conan, and put a knife next to it.

The soul of omelet rice is the moment when you cut through the water ball-like egg that covers the top of the rice, and you see the egg liquid inside.

And of course the soul must be felt by everyone!

Of course, this is only a secondary reason.

The most important thing is that the essence of omelet rice is locked in the egg skin, and the taste is the best when it is just cut.

After a sound of "Yeah", Conan picked up the knife and lightly stroked the egg, the egg skin spread out naturally, and the egg liquid ran down the egg skin.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance filled the room.

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