Chapter 403 Those who plant flowers and travel through time must have a plot
"Did your parents quarrel?" Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze looked at the primary school student sitting opposite him strangely, "So this has nothing to do with you not having lunch. What does it matter? You don’t live in your own home. Even if you live in your own home, the food you eat is not what they cook for you..."
Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko are full of romance and The Art Bacteria couple, even when Kudo Shinichi was still Kudo Shinichi, basically did not live at home in Japan. They were either in the United States or traveling around the world.
Even before they became children, Kudou Shinichi became familiar with Maorilan's family so quickly. Karasawa highly suspected that the friendship was just a matter of time.
"I originally wanted to go have a meal with Dr. Agasa." Conan held his face helplessly and sat across from Karasawa and whispered, "In the end, because they were quarreling , Dr. A Li was pulled over for review. I knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened it..."
The Kudo couple, who returned to Japan at the invitation of Sindora Company, are still staying in Japan in order to cooperate with the investigation of Sindora's disappearance.
As a result, not only did he fail to take care of himself, but he didn't even get a decent breakfast.
Conan sighed deeply as he thought of these unreliable parents.
"Where's Ms. Lan? It's not like her to stay at home as a child without preparing lunch for you, isn't it?"
"Hey, isn't Uncle Maori busy lately? Well, that's it..." Conan coughed, "They are going to register for divorce this morning, and Xiaolan certainly doesn't have time to care about my affairs."
"Then you really have no luck. Mr. Amuro is away today because of something." Karasawa said, subconsciously smoothing his hair.
Because he concealed the fact that Hoshikawa Teru had been a substitute for a long time, he was severely beaten by Amuro Toru yesterday.
Concerned that the attack on his face might be like the last time, causing him to wear a mask to cover it up, Toru Amuro chose to chop off his head this time. Even after a night, Karasawa still had a feeling Phantom pain from tangled hair.
Killing without blood is so cruel, the Japanese police.
It was a rare occasion when the dedicated working emperor was not around. Conan was a little surprised. He stood on tiptoes and glanced at the bar where Azusa Enomoto was busy alone.
"Are you busy with something, Mr. Amuro?" Conan raised his eyebrows, "It's really rare that he is absent from work."
"He now opens an office with Akechi. Have you forgotten? "?" Tang Ze said perfunctorily, "When something happens over there, he will occasionally ask for leave."
In fact, it was because of the new information from Tang Ze that he went out as Bourbon. Went to investigate the situation in Ireland.
"Is that so?" Conan frowned and thought for a moment, no longer caring about such a small problem, and asked instead, "Then how do you solve lunch? Can Miss Enomoto cook it for you? She seems to be alone. I’m almost too busy.”
“How else can I solve it? Do it yourself.” Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze rubbed his sore eyes and stood up, “I have hands and feet. People, can they starve to death if there is no one to cook?”
Conan, who has arms and legs but is hungry: "..."
I always feel like I've been shot for no reason.
"What about you, what do you want to eat?" Tangze stood up and walked behind the bar. Tangze picked up an idle apron.
"Hey, can you cook?" Seeing Tangze rolling up his sleeves as he walked to the kitchen, Conan reflexively covered his stomach, "You, are you sure you can do it?" Is the food edible?”
“Who are you looking down on?” Tang Ze, who put on his apron, glanced at him sideways, “I have been living alone since I was ten years old, and I don’t have any cooking skills. My excellent childhood sweetheart helps me cook these things.”
This is completely untrue.
Tang Zezhao has indeed lived alone for eight years, but he can only take care of some housework on his own. The Tang Zezhao family has long-term hired housekeepers and chefs. Although the social relationship is a bit thin and there is a lack of intimacy, if we only talk about living conditions, Tang Zezhao is indeed basically a young master.
But Karasawa is obviously not like this.
After his parents died, he lived back and forth with multiple relatives before he became an adult. In this living environment, it was unwise to entrust the quality of his life to others.
After some simple setbacks, Tangze, who felt he had some talent, quickly learned to cook for himself, and this was especially true in his subsequent undercover life.
"If you don't want to order anything," Tangze put the wok on the stove, and in Conan's horrified eyes, he turned it on and started heating the wok over high heat, "I'll just cook it myself. ”
Anyway, there’s not much difference between one person and two people.
Chinese restaurant owner Tang Ze thinks so honestly.
Thirty minutes later.
"How does it taste?" Karasawa, who was showing off a portion of the rice with hot coffee, looked at Conan opposite, who was scraping the empty bowl with a spoon, and asked knowingly, "It's still edible, right?"
Conan, who was sweating from the tip of his nose after eating, finally had time to raise his head from the plate. While taking a breath, he looked at Tang Ze in shock: "It's not just edible... you can actually cook such a complicated dish!"
When Karasawa said he was making it, Conan thought he would bring out some pre-prepared food that had been prepared long ago. At most, he would just find some curry powder ingredients and make some curry himself.
So when Karasawa took out a piece of tofu from the refrigerator like a magic trick, he watched Karasawa's performance as if he were watching magic.
"It's just Mapo tofu, not a tough dish." Tangze shrugged indifferently.
Considering that it was made for two people after all, Karasawa did not choose a dish that was too outrageous. He chose a compromise Chinese dish that Japanese people like very much, Mapo Tofu.
After a portion of tofu is cooked and served with some white rice, it is enough for a meal.
As for the cooking method... maybe it's a little more complicated than the Japanese version, but Karasawa said there's nothing he can do about it. Having eaten serious Mapo tofu, he really doesn't like this kind of Japanese-style Chinese cuisine. Not a little.
Just like an Italian will not admit that pineapple pizza is pizza, he will definitely not admit that this thing made by the Japanese is Mapo tofu!
“It’s already great!” Conan emphasized forcefully, “It’s really delicious!”
Although, it seemed a bit too numb...
After saying this, he couldn't help but pick up the ice coffee that Karasawa specially poured for him and took a few sips, while looking at it with admiration. Look at the steaming coffee in Karasawa's hand.
Why on earth can some people eat spicy food with hot drinks? They must be monsters, right?
"Okay, you've finished eating too. I just saw Uncle Maori and the others passing by the door of the store." Tang Ze, who couldn't be bothered by this little bit of pepper, thought he had completed a wave of basic coop feeding. Mo He pointed to the door emotionally and said, "It's time to go home, kid."
Okay, he has eaten what he should eat and drank what he should drink. He thinks that his service has been done well.
There is no free lunch in the world, and no bite of tofu is free, so hurry up and go upstairs to produce some cases for me, great detective, to make some progress. I am still looking forward to when the story of the Fairy Bus will be advanced!
Karasawa, who had been to school for two days and was on leave, was thinking very pragmatically.
It’s very vulgar, but I can’t help but think about it. Chinese people who can cook are inevitable
(End of this chapter)