I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Some people think it's just confession?

no big deal.

But for a small group of people, this is a big deal.

For example, Xiao Ai.

Her parents had an accident when she was very young.

Only my sister Mingmei was left beside her.

Suddenly knowing that she has other relatives in this world, she is always a little at a loss.

After enjoying a warm hug, Xiao Ai has calmed down a bit.

When she calmed down, she suddenly remembered something.

She let go of the hands holding Guangyou, sat up straight, and asked Guangyou:

"Did you tell your sister about this matter?"

"Nope."

Seeing Xiao Ai asked this question, Guangyou reiterated the reason why he didn't want to affect Ming's good mood.

This idea was also approved by Xiao Ai:

"Well, that's fine."

"My sister just met that person, it's not suitable to let her know about it now..."

She knows that some states in the United States and Japan are allowed.

But permission belongs to permission, which is not acceptable to everyone.

This incident will definitely affect Mingmei more or less.

Saying later, it should be able to reduce Ming Mei's degree of influence by this incident.

This is also the most suitable treatment method at present.

"Yeah." Guangyou nodded, agreeing.

Only Mingmei herself does not know this relationship.

He is going to wait a week or two before telling her about it.

I brought Xiao Ai to this park just to talk about it.

Thinking that there is more time in the afternoon, Guangyou suggested:

"There is still a lot of time now."

"Go to the movies? Or go shopping?"

Whether it's shopping or watching a movie, Xiao Ai should be in a better mood.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou with her ice blue eyes.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said in a cold voice:

"Go shopping first, then go to the movies."

A single-choice question was originally a good multiple-choice question by Xiao Ai.

But what can we do?

Be pampered!

After all, the tea-haired girl in front of him is the one he likes.

"Okay, then go shopping first, then go to the movies." Guangyou agreed.

"Then go."

When she responded, the corners of her lips rose.

I can see that she is in a pretty good mood at this time.

It seems that she has recovered from the incredible news just now.

But Guangyou also knew that Nizi must still care.

In this regard, he saw through and said nothing.

...

Time flies really fast.

A week passed quietly, as if it was just a blink of an eye.

Except for a few daily murders this week, the overall situation is fairly calm.

On Friday night, Uncle Maori, who had always had little money in his hand, suddenly said that he would treat guests out for a big meal.

Let Xiaolan not have to prepare today's dinner.

This made Xiaolan very puzzled.

As the Maori uncle goes to drink and bet on horses as soon as he has money, he cannot save money at all.

Therefore, the economic power of the family is in her hands.

It's like parents giving their children pocket money regularly.

She also regularly gives Uncle Maori enough for his daily expenses and the remaining pocket money.

Although there are basically surpluses, but not very many.

It's not enough to eat a big meal.

But Uncle Maori never answered, only that it was a secret.

Tell them later.

Seeing that Uncle Maori refused to answer, Xiao Lan didn't ask any more.

Under the leadership of Uncle Maori, the people who changed into formal clothes came to a high-end western restaurant in Shinjuku.

Western food is really troublesome, Guangyou thinks so.

They come to have a meal and have to change their clothes specially.

In addition, there are many regulations.

There are many western restaurants that are expensive, have a small amount, and the taste is not necessarily good.

If there is no demand, he is actually more willing to eat a bowl of Mala Tang.

Eat more kinds of ingredients for several times less than Western food.

But everyone has his own good.

Sometimes if he wants to create a romantic atmosphere, he will actually eat.

For example, candlelight dinner or something...

Just as Guangyou Naobu and Xiao Ai were having a candlelight dinner, the food they ordered was brought up by a waiter in a white shirt and black jacket.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

The waiter put the dishes in front of a few people with a smile.

At the same time, he introduced the dish in concise language:

"This is a tortellini made with scallops as the main ingredient, with a sauce made with broccoli."

"The taste is delicious, the taste is refreshing and rich, and it has very high nutritional value."

Regardless of how it tastes, it looks really good.

Looks very appetite.

The green sauce looks quite healthy.

Seeing that plate of tortellini, Xiaolan couldn't help but praised:

"It looks so delicious!"

"It's really a three-star restaurant."

A good presentation cannot increase the flavor of the dish itself, but it can make the dish look better.

Of course, it can also increase the price of dishes.

You can even add a zero to the dishes that sell for one or two hundred dollars.

Picking up a goblet and taking a sip of juice, Guangyou suddenly remembered that this is a French restaurant.

Because he saw there was

And the tortellini...

Just listen to the name, it is Italian cuisine.

This...

Well, it's all western food, there is no difference.

Italian food is Western food.

French food is also Western food.

So Italian food is equal to French food and Western food.

There should be no problem with this logic.

The French flag at the door may also represent the nationality of the boss.

Just when everyone was about to start eating with forks, Uncle Maori asked the waiter with a smile:

"Mr. Waiter, can you help me choose the red wine that matches this dish?"

The waiter smiled and nodded, and said:

"of course can."

"Wait a moment, I will help you prepare red wine."

Worried that the waiter is thinking about his wallet and choosing the red wine that ordinary people can afford, Uncle Maori specifically said to the waiter:

"Please help me get a better one."

"No problem, please wait a moment."

After saying this, the waiter leaned slightly to several people and turned to prepare red wine.

Originally, Xiaolan thought it was the nature of occasionally coming to the restaurant for a meal.

It's just that the restaurant I chose this time is a bit more advanced.

Although the restaurant is three-star, if you don’t order dishes made with precious ingredients, the meal will not cost a lot of money.

If you come to eat once in a while, you can still afford it.

But if you want better red wine, that's not necessarily the case.

Hearing that Uncle Maori wanted to drink good red wine, Xiao Lan was a little worried.

She covered her mouth with her hand and asked Uncle Maori in a low voice:

"Dad, does it really matter?"

"Don't worry, the money must be fine."

"I'll pay the bill this time, and I don't need to spend my living expenses."

Facing Xiaolan's worry, Uncle Maori behaved calmly.

He nodded and motioned Xiaolan not to worry about money.

Later, he explained to a few people why he wanted to eat in a high-end restaurant.

Why order good red wine.

And where did the money to pay the bill come from.

He explained to several people:

"Because I just received a very well paid and simple commission."

After that, Uncle Maori used a fork to pick up a tortellini, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly.

Thinking of the high rewards commissioned, he felt that the meal had become more delicious.

In fact, Uncle Maori was quite reliable when he was serious.

He really looks like a gentleman now.

But at this moment, Conan suddenly asked:

"Uncle, will anyone really entrust you?"

...