I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Doctor! It's dinner!"

After shouting in the direction of the research room, Guangyou took the freshly cooked dish and moved quickly to put it on the table.

"I really envy you, I can often eat the dishes I cook."

Looking at the delicious dishes on the table, he said seriously:

"If you are at Tire Samsung, you will definitely not eat this dinner today for less than 50,000 yen."

"Tire?" Xiao Ai was stunned and reacted, "Did you say Michelin?"

"Well, isn't this kind of restaurant rating standard made by the founder of Michelin Tire?" Guangyou said with confidence.

"On my level, an absolute three-star restaurant chef."

It's not that he brags about himself. Because of a task, he actually served as a three-Michelin-star chef.

But he just stayed for a week, and he left directly after completing the task.

"Would you like to become a chef in the future?" Xiao Ai also teased Guangyou very cooperatively, "I think it will be very promising, Mr. Chef."

It is Xiao Ai's reserved program to give Guangyou various nicknames.

Mr. Sakura... Mr. Photographer... Now Mr. Chef...

He has a lot of nicknames.

There are so many that not only Guangyou, but even Xiao Ai who has these nicknames can't remember what kind of nickname she has given Guangyou.

But among so many nicknames, she still remembers a few.

For example, "Mr. Sakura" started on the day she took the initiative to ask Guangyou to go out on a date, when she sent a text message.

In addition to this nickname, there is also an emoji.

"Except for my sister, he is the first to let me use emojis." Xiao Ai thought in her heart.

"Cooking is just my hobby, I don't want it to be my job." Guangyou shook his head and said.

When hobbies become work, it may make people lose interest.

It's like an ordinary web writer.

At first, it was because I liked to write novels, but when the book was on the shelves, I stayed up until four or five o'clock every day for a little manuscript fee.

If there is no positive feedback, there will be no readers and results.

That interest may be hit, or even wiped out.

Writing novels can become a burden.

"It's okay if you don't go." Xiao Ai has other thoughts in her heart.

Become a chef, then you have to cook for others.

And the food is tired, so just cook for her at home, there is no need to be a chef.

Of course, if Guangyou really wants to go, she will also support it.

"I want to be your personal chef even more." Guangyou took the chopsticks, leaned to Xiao Ai, and said with a smile.

"The honor of three Michelin stars is not as good as your saying "delicious"."

"Okay, eat first." Xiao Ai said to Guangyou, pressing down the smile on her lips, deliberately failing to understand the meaning of the words.

"Don't think that by saying that, you don't need to clean up."

"Okay." Guangyou also sighed as if it really meant it.

"I didn't expect to be seen through by you."

"Your mind is very obvious, anyone can see through it." Xiao Ai also entered the scene, just listen to her say.

"It's a pity." Guangyou put on a depressed look after being exposed, "I thought it was successful."

From the original "full confidence" to the current "depressed mood", Guangyou is like a deflated balloon.

"After you finish eating later, you can clean up the kitchen together. You can't escape." Xiao Ai's tone was flat, but the smile of the corners of her lips resurfaced.

"Clean up." Guangyou looked at the ground like a loser and gave up.

In the next second, he raised his head to look at Xiao Ai, and Xiao Ai's eyes stayed on him at this time.

The two looked at each other.

Then smiled at each other.

"Let's go, eat." There was a smile on Guangyou's face when he said this.

"Yeah." The corners of Xiaowei's lips also had a sharp curvature, and after a response, she followed Guangyou and left the kitchen.

As soon as the two of them settled down at the table, Dr. A Li walked out of the research room.

"Very rich!" Dr. A Li walked to the table and said to the two with a smile, "It's really hard for you two."

"You have to eat, it's no hard work." Guangyou waited for Dr. A Li to take his seat before saying:

"Now that the person is over, let's start eating."

Usually the head of the family said this, and Guangyou at this time seemed to have that kind of taste.

But no one noticed this.

As usual, they put the chopsticks in their hands, folded their hands together, and said "I'm going to start", and the three of them began to eat dinner.

The dinner was prepared by Guangyou. As the former chef of a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, the dishes he produced are of course very good.

The atmosphere during the meal was also very harmonious. The three of them ate dinner while watching TV.

By the end of this dinner, almost half an hour has passed, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened during this time.

Dr. A Li, who was unable to help, was rushed back to the research room by Guangyou.

And he himself cleaned up the kitchen with Xiao Ai.

The two have a clear division of labor and are very efficient.

After tidying up the kitchen, the two sat on the sofa in the living room to rest.

The TV in the living room is still operating, broadcasting a variety show.

However, Guangyou had no intention of watching TV at this time, and his eyes were focused on the small sad face in his arms.

He has seen this face many times.

However, he just can't get tired of it.

As if he could find some interesting new discoveries on this face every time.

The trembling eyelashes, those eyes that look like the world's top sapphire in his eyes, the tall nose, the ruddy lips...

Everything on her face was attracting his eyes.

There was no distraction in his eyes, as if he was appreciating works of art.

Just when Guangyou admired it, Xiao Ai suddenly called his name.

"Kwangyou..."

"What's wrong?" Guangyou asked after recovering from his own world.

"Tonight's dinner was delicious." Xiao Ai looked away from the TV, raised her head and looked at Guangyou, and said softly.

"You think it's delicious." Guangyou didn't expect Xiao Ai to say this. It was a little surprised, but more happy.

This recognition, which is more important to him than the so-called Michelin three-star honor, filled his heart with satisfaction.

He used to be the only person at his dining table.

He is the only one who enjoys those delicious dishes.

just now...

one extra.

"It tastes good." In addition to remembering Guangyou's words in her heart, Xiao Ai still remembers her ridicule.

"How about? Do you want to think about it and become a chef in the future."

"You can really think about it." Guangyou hugged a little bit of sorrow, looked at her ice blue eyes, and said softly.

"However, I want to be your personal chef more than to be a chef in those restaurants."

"That's okay." Xiao Ai can clearly feel the warm air flow generated when Guang Bless breathes, and the emotion contained in her words.

She controlled the corners of her lips not to lift up, trying to keep her tone calm, just listen to her say:

"But I want to declare in advance that you, a personal chef, have no salary, no insurance, and no vacation."

"It's okay." Guangyou asked with a smile. "What I care more about is whether this personal chef's job is a lifelong tenure."

Faced with Guangyou's question, Xiao Ai did not immediately respond, but turned her gaze to the TV again.

After a few seconds, she said "um".

After receiving Xiao Ai's response, Guangyou buried his head in Xiao Ai's hair, quietly smelling the delicate fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose.

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