Chapter 600 Tang Ze: Look, it tastes terrible
When Tang Ze and Conan returned to the table after being busy for a while, everyone at the table had already finished ordering and started waiting for the food to be served. .
"Come on, just tell me what you want to eat. I can help you pick it up. If you are not satisfied with the menu, you can continue to add more!" Kawabata Shiro, who exchanged seats with Mao Lilan, waved his hand grandly and looked. Although it seems that he no longer dares to make any aggressive moves, he has not completely given up the plan of persuasion.
Conan sat back in his seat, squinting at the producer who didn't know that he had been on the verge of death, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
Although he understood the truth, even a bastard should not be deprived of his life casually, but looking at Kawabata Shiro's face that was almost carved into an inch, he could not help but briefly understand Isogami. Hidden mood.
I always feel that even if the bearded director suppresses his criminal mood, something will happen to this producer sooner or later...
Kawabata is trying his best to impress Mao Lilan. Silang obviously did not receive the emotion contained in his eyes, and his eyes were still focused on the girl next to him.
Being considered a rich second generation, he has many celebrities in his family and connections, and has never been exposed to Vanity Fair. All of these qualities are worth exploring.
Taking it all together, it is easy to create a cost-effective combination that has a low asking price and has its own topic. The image does have screen affinity, and it is easy to win people's favor at the first sight. No matter how you calculate it, these are all A very good choice.
After all, I’ve said the treat, wouldn’t I lose money if I don’t give it a try?
"Come on, this restaurant is very famous. Try it, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, green pepper shredded pork, and..." Seeing the next dish brought by the waiter, Kawabata Shiro clicked the shell and frowned in disgust. , "Who ordered preserved eggs and scrambled eggs with crab meat? Don't you know I'm allergic to eggs?"
"I ordered them." Iso Kaizo didn't mean to give any face, and directly picked up the chopsticks, "Again You’re not the only one eating. If you know you’re allergic, why don’t you just stop eating?”
He did give up the idea of killing people, but correspondingly, he had no intention of continuing the cooperation.
After all, he is also a director with commercial success. Even if he no longer makes a living in movies, he still has many ways to make a living. If he offends a producer, it is fine. There are conflicts in the circle and there is no consensus. Dai Tian's companions were not just one or two people.
At worst, if I ask, I will just say that Shiro Kawabata tried to pry him into a corner, steal his girlfriend, line his own pockets, have abnormal sexual habits, etc. At this point, there is no need to get along well with each other, and he can definitely compete with others. shameful.
He had a murderous intention. To be more precise, he almost killed Kawabata Shiro. This completely changed Iso Kaizo's mentality. It can even be said that deep in his heart, a different kind of openness has arisen. .
What about producers who talk a lot? He was just a guy who almost died in his hands. He really had nothing to be afraid of. He deserved an explanation for Liva's matter.
Thinking like this, he raised his chopsticks and picked up a handful of scrambled eggs. He ate it with relish. While eating, he strongly recommended it to the assistant director Ito Motoden beside him: "It tastes very good, 豼Come and give it a try.”
What did Tangze just say to him? Why does he feel that this uncle is a bit indifferent and completely crazy.
Conan looked at Iso Kaizo strangely, turned his head and wanted to whisper a few words to Karasawa, but saw Karasawa staring at the turntable on the table, the focus of his eyes turning around, and his mouth There are words to read.
After getting closer, he could barely hear some of the content.
“If there are 8 people, 6 dishes, and jars of condiments, the circle cannot be divided into equal parts... Well, how much should we divide 360 degrees by?”
"...What are you talking about?" Hearing that Tang Ze was about to enter an exciting math problem, Conan's eyebrows jumped and he interrupted in a low voice.
"I was thinking about how Iso Kaizo calculated the location of poisoning." Tangze tilted his head and replied in a low voice, "He originally planned to put poison on his hand to turn the turntable. Position. If potassium cyanide exceeds a certain dose, even skin contact may cause poisoning. He wants to use poison to murder, but he is not using poison to carry out a terrorist attack. He cannot poison everyone at the table indiscriminately. He must figure it out. Where will it hit, sir?”
Tangze tapped the bottom of the turntable with his fingertips and made a gesture of pinching the turntable with two fingers.
With Karasawa's reminder and the recent confrontation between Kawabata Shiro and Iso Kaizo as a reminder, it only took a short time for Conan to understand Iso Kaizo's original approach.
——He just followed him and observed for a while when he felt something was wrong, and found out that Isogami was suspected of making some small moves, so he boldly made a judgment that something might go wrong. He didn't think deeply about how the murder would happen.
But now, his developed brainpower allowed his associations to develop rapidly. After a few seconds, he understood what Tang Ze was talking about, and he was also speechless.
Even if there are dishes from Isogami's hidden spots, even if this is a restaurant that a few people are familiar with, he has made advance plans, and the difficulty is still amazing...
This director Isogami , compared to making movies, it seems that my mathematical ability is indeed stronger, and my eyesight is also very good.
"If this is painted a little crookedly, it is very likely to lead to the casualties of innocent people. How can he ensure that other people are not affected?" Tang Ze clicked his tongue twice, "Is he planning to see other people who want to touch the turntable? Immediately move away to prevent others from contacting... After the meal, the food on the table will be shaken."
After thinking about Tang Ze's logic, the corner of Conan's mouth twitched.
Since this is the killing method that Iso Kaizo has decided on, assuming that the other party is indeed a target of clear revenge and has no intention of harming other innocent people, this kind of imagination is very likely to happen.
Hey, do you have to eat this meal?
"You two, what are you mumbling about? It's time to eat." Mouri Kogoro looked at the eloquent Kawabata Shiro unhappily for a while, turned his head and saw the two brats who didn't even have chopsticks, and urged him directly. .
He traveled so far just to have a meal, and ended up being pestered by these guys from the crew.
If you don’t eat it after one bite, wouldn’t it be a loss?
Mouri Kogoro said, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up some shredded green pepper meat, and chewed slowly. Looking at him, he looked more like he had a personal grudge against the meat in his mouth than enjoying the food. of.
Tang Ze looked left and right. No matter what their mood, the other seven people on the table had already started eating. Then he slowly picked up the bowl, tried hard to control his expression, and I picked up the dish in front of me with chopsticks.
It took some time before Karasawa was finally sure that the thing he picked up and wrapped like a caterpillar was sweet and sour pork.
His eyes suddenly became sharp.
He knows the Japanese way of making sweet and sour pork!
This kind of Chinese restaurant with completely Chinese style decoration and no children sitting behind the cashier doing homework at the front desk is absolutely impossible to be authentic!
The sweet and sour pork tenderloin made with tomato sauce, the meat is thick and the skin is completely softened by the soup. There are so many vegetables added, it looks like the meat and vegetables are stewed in one pot to make a meal. Look at these carrots and potato shreds!
Hold your breath, close your eyes, put the dish into your mouth, and reluctantly swallowed the meat that was completely sweet and sour tomatoes. Tang Ze looked at the next dish.
Oh boy, Japanese twice-cooked pork! Also a heavyweight.
Whose twice-cooked pork only has cabbage as a side dish? Is that reasonable and can it be eaten?
Furthermore, there is the sweet noodle sauce flavor that can be easily smelled without putting it in your mouth, plus the thin pork slices that are almost cut into paper...
Whether it’s sweet or so. Salty Party members will die if they come!
As for these Xiao Long Bao, a little trivia: Japanese noodles are made from dead noodles and are not cooked at all.
There is also shredded green pepper pork made from beef, with oyster sauce and sugar added, fuyong eggs made with crab sticks mixed with egg liquid, and a lethal amount of water and chicken broth. It is also called crab meat scrambled eggs!
High Emotional Intelligence: Improved Recipes.
Low emotional intelligence: Poor control of seasonings and heat. I think this is probably the case.
After seeing the miso on the table and tasting the sweet and spicy chili oil, Karasawa's emotions reached an explosive peak.
"Huh, eggs or something..." Smelling the smell of eggs that floated to the tip of his nose, Kawabata Shiro tried his best to restrain the desire to complain, held his breath, and stretched out his hand to turn the dishes in front of him away again. .
Knowing that I have a serious egg allergy, I will immediately lose my appetite when I see these soft yellow egg blossoms, and the dark pine green preserved eggs will bring another kind of nausea and vomiting... These are all my own Clearly informed to others.
We have worked together for so long and have eaten many meals together, but that bastard Isogami still insists on ordering one or two dishes. He is just deliberately disgusting him.
Fortunately, the guy who served the food was smart and didn't put these two things too far away, so I just need to hold my breath, be patient for a few seconds, and turn these two things over...
"Pah!" Tangze, who had his chopsticks on the plate, raised his hand and slapped the turntable.
He gave his hand a lot of strength and firmly pressed the smooth paint surface of the turntable under his palm. No matter how hard Kawabata tried to turn the turntable, he could not move it even one inch.
Kawabata Shiro frowned and glared almost viciously in Karasawa's direction.
He can't afford to offend this little girl. This stubborn and conservative middle-aged man is her father, Mouri Kogoro, who is more influential than her, and he can't afford to offend her either. You are clearly not a relative of theirs, you are obviously just here to get some food, what are you doing here?
“Don’t turn the plates around, sir.” Karasawa, who was not in the mood to maintain a business smile, said with a straight face, “It’s very rude.”
Kawabata Shiro was stunned, looked at his empty bowl, and noticed the elementary school student beside him who had been working hard to catch the miso for a long time, but could not catch it.
After the turntable was fixed by Karasawa, Conan, who finally caught the miso bottle, breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Karasawa with some emotion.
It seems that Karasawa missed two condiment bottles as if he was being played, and because he knew about the conflict between Iso Kaizo and him in advance, he became even more dissatisfied with Kawabata Shiro who was playing around with the carousel. dissatisfied.
Anyway, I still have to thank my good brother.
After becoming a child, Conan, who had short hands, poured a little miso onto the steamed dumplings in his bowl and then put the bottle back.
Kawabata Shiro, who thought he understood the situation of the other party, was a little confused. He is busy negotiating big business here, where does he have time to care about unimportant children?
Because of this kind of thing, I don’t want to lose face and talk with a face...
Kawabata Shiro, who has long been accustomed to arrogance, also stared: "The child can’t reach it, help him get it. That's it, you think you..."
"Don't move the turntable casually when others are picking up food. This is the basic etiquette of Chinese food." Tang Zeming knew that he was the culprit of all the grievances. Although he was angry, he still hit back rudely, "If you neglect to abide by even this basic etiquette, can you really fulfill the conditions you promised to classmate Lan? I have doubts."
And whether you are allergic or not is your business. If you have nothing to do to come to a restaurant like this to eat, in addition to being a scumbag, you are also extremely classless, you know?
To put it bluntly, you will be easily calculated by the murderer. The murder is so simple and easy. Isn’t it because you keep touching the turntable?
Caused by liking to play table turntables.jpg
"Okay Karasawa..." Conan looked at his tit-for-tat look, uncomfortably pulled down Karasawa's sleeves, and whispered, "Already Got it.”
Tangze lowered his head, glanced at the hard steamed dumplings soaked in miso in his bowl, and looked away expressionlessly.
Forget it, you are not a decent person either.
Full of the desire to complain, Tang Ze followed the instructions and let go of his hand, holding the bowl of sweet twice-cooked pork and falling into isolation.
It's so painful. It's really not worth the conflict for such a scumbag.
"What's wrong, don't you like this food?" After finishing the Xiao Long Bao happily, Conan turned his head and noticed that Tang Ze still had an unhappy expression. After thinking for a moment, he felt that he had found it. reason.
Tang Ze said before that he doesn't like Chinese food very much...
"Yes, it tastes terrible." Biting the sweet meat, Tang Ze was in great pain say.
This feeling of eating like a widow, he used to feel like taking medicine every day in order to maintain body function, but it was nothing more than that.
Changing to this world, returning to a healthy and young state, and being able to eat whatever he wants happily, these are the few moments when Tangze feels happy. He doesn't want to compromise at all when it comes to his appetite.
"Will it?" Sababa paused and thought about it for a few seconds, Conan asked uncertainly, "I think it's not bad..."
"Only this, No matter what you say, I will not approve it." Tang Ze shook his head firmly.
“It tastes pretty good, and it’s better than the Chinese restaurant at Rice Krispies.”
“No, even if Mr. Amuro or Mr. Ran follows this recipe, I won’t even approve it.”
"Is it such an exaggeration..."
"Yes, of course!"
Just when the two people came together to mutter again, the other side of the dining table was also in a very unhappy mood. While Kawabata Shiro was eating, he suddenly felt a suffocation that made him unable to breathe.
It seemed like something was climbing up his throat, slowly sealing the entire airway, pouring into the mouth and nose...
"Uh, Uh..." He raised his hand, not caring that the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground. He scratched his throat with all his strength. After letting out an extremely difficult gasp, he curled up and hit the table hard, knocking the cup in front of him. The dishes and chopsticks were smashed on the floor.
The hot juice splashed, and Mao Lilan next to him let out a small exclamation. He hurriedly stood up and reached out to help Kawabata Shiro, who had slipped to the ground.
Kawabata Shiro's face turned red, and uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, as if something invisible had strangled his throat, and he looked in great pain.
"How, how could it be..." Iso Kaizo, who was very sure that he had not poisoned, was shocked and dropped the chopsticks in his hand.
He reflexively spread the wet towel at hand, feeling that his fingertips were slightly numb from surprise and slight fear.
He immediately turned his attention to Tang Ze who persuaded him to give up.
Could it be that this child meant that someone else would kill him, so he didn't need to do anything unnecessary and dirty his hands?
No, in this case, it is true that even the "murder weapon" is in the hands of others, and it is very likely that I will become a scapegoat...
"This is impossible...!" Conan stood up suddenly, walked around Mouri Kogoro's chair, rushed to the other side of Kawabata Shiro, and held the man's elbow.
He, he has done his best to eliminate the possibility of tragedy happening in front of him...
The next second, Kawabata Shiro's symptoms interrupted his thoughts and made his brain short-lived. There was a moment of blankness.
Black, mud-like liquid flowed down from the man's mouth, nose and tear ducts like blood, down his fat cheeks wet with sweat.
This is a symptom they have seen more than once...
"Could it be that it's the Phantom Thieves of the Heart!" Mouri Kogoro also raised his volume and shouted out to him The answer that popped into my mind immediately.
In addition to seeing Asai Shige using this method to kill people on Moon Shadow Island, he also saw the groom himself at Sayuri Matsumoto's wedding. After receiving the warning letter from the Phantom Thief of Heart Had the same symptoms.
Whether this is an ability only possessed by the Phantom Thief of Heart, or other people with similar abilities, it should be inseparable from those mysterious guys.
"Did you accidentally eat eggs..."
"It's possible that Kawabata's allergy is severe enough to cause shock..."
"Mr. Kawabata, Mr. Kawabata, can Do you hear me?"
"Xiaolan, call the police first!"
"Uh, should we call an ambulance first..."
"Then don't watch here, call me!"
Amidst the noisy chaos of war, Tang Ze, who finally felt comfortable, sighed slowly.
"I'll just say it tastes bad. Look, it tastes terrible."
It really tastes bad. [Zhensheng] It's all sweet, so sweet, eh. !
(End of this chapter)