Conan: Top succubus, crazy CP

“Wow, it smells so good!”

Mingmei took a deep breath and smelled the aroma of the rice porridge boiling in the pot with an intoxicated look on her face.

For breakfast, Hanyu Nan, Ai, and Akemi ate up a whole pot of rice porridge. No one paid any attention to the side dishes that were prepared for the meal, and no one even touched them with their chopsticks.

"Uh... it's really delicious. Will our family use this as the staple food from now on?" Xiao Ai leaned comfortably on the chair, stroking her round belly. She couldn't help but burped loudly.

"That's right. We have the conditions at home. We can eat as much as we want!" Hanyu Kusunoki was also lazily lying on the chair, touching his belly and waving his big hands, his tone was extremely heroic.

It must be admitted that Lingmi tastes quite good. Not only does it smell elegant and refreshing, but it also has a just right sweetness when eaten, which is very memorable and has a long aftertaste.

What’s even better is that after eating it, you will feel warm and comfortable from the inside out.

Mingmei looked at her young master and her sister, who both looked adorable, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

This family-filled atmosphere is so wonderful!

After dinner, Mingmei got up and went to the kitchen to start clearing the dishes.

Hanyu Kusunoki and Ai were tasked with moving all the entertainment agricultural props to the attic.

From now on, all activities related to growing spiritual rice will be concentrated in this attic.

Looking at Xiao Ai's excited look, Hanyu Kusunoki couldn't help but smile.

He then injected spiritual energy into these entertainment agricultural prop combinations, intending to accompany Xiao Ai to grow spiritual rice again.

When Mingmei finished the work in her hands, she heard the noise coming from upstairs and ran upstairs impatiently, saying that she also wanted to join in.

Time passed quietly as the three of them laughed and played.

……

Maori Detective Agency.

"Dad, do you think my dress is too red?" Xiaolan was holding a red dress and looking at herself in the mirror, but she was not very satisfied.

Xiaolan muttered to herself, "Although this dress is brightly colored, I always feel like it's missing something... No, no, I have to pick another one! After all, this is a gift for Nan, I have to choose the perfect one!"

Xiaolan put a lot of thought into this as the best gift for Nan.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, my daughter looks beautiful in anything she wears." Hearing Xiaolan's voice, Maori Kogoro, who was watching horse racing on TV intently, said casually without even turning his head.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the tense atmosphere of the horse racing game, secretly praying that the black 8 he bet on would win.

This time he invested a huge sum of money on Hei 8 and had no time to care about his daughter's choice of clothes.

As he spoke, Maori Kogoro did not forget to pick up the wine glass and take a sip of wine, while muttering "Women are trouble!"

"Hmph!" Seeing her father's hopeless look, Xiaolan snorted helplessly, but she was in a particularly good mood these two days, so she was too lazy to argue with her father about it.

"I'm going out for a while." After saying this to Kogoro Mouri, Xiaolan pushed the door and walked out.

She was going to ask her mother to help her choose clothes to wear when she met Nan tomorrow.

After all, apart from the fact that Hibari Eri is a little unreliable when it comes to finding a husband, Hibari Eri's vision in other matters is still very trustworthy.

……

Kudo House.

Conan looked exhausted, lying limply on the sofa, staring blankly at the news report which said that the damn explosion maniac had stolen a bunch of explosives again in the past two days.

He turned his head helplessly to look at his mother who was sitting at the door with her hands on her hips, staring at him, his heart full of helplessness and depression.

The feeling of knowing clearly that someone is about to do something bad, but being unable to stop it.

Conan felt extremely uncomfortable all over, as if there were millions of ants crawling all over his body.

"I'm so amazing!" Yukiko supported her chin leisurely, looking at the uncomfortable expression of Shinichi in front of her, and praised herself silently in her heart.

In the past two days, she and her silly son have been engaged in a series of thrilling battles of wits and strategies. Shinichi racked his brains and tried all kinds of ways to escape, but she saw through them one by one and cleverly resolved them.

She may not know much about others, but she knows her own son very well!

Want to escape from my clutches? That's just wishful thinking!

Yukiko is fully prepared for a protracted war with Shinichi. Unless the police catch the extremely hateful bomber, she will never let Shinichi step out of the house.

She, Yukiko Fujimine, is a well-known tactical expert!

ding ding ding...

"Hello, who is this?" Yukiko was sitting elegantly on the sofa drinking coffee. When she heard the ringtone, she put down the cup, smoothed her hair with her hands, then slowly picked up the phone and answered the call.

Conan looked up at his mother who was answering the phone, sighed in his heart, and then lay back on the sofa.

Desperate! He had thought about sneaking away while his mother was on the phone, but for some reason, his mother seemed to have suddenly become smart in the past two days, and her IQ rose sharply.

Every time he ran to the door, his mother would ruthlessly pull him back and press him down on the sofa, unable to move.

Is this still the same confused mother who was always deceived by herself?

Conan expressed serious doubts.

"What, looking for Shinichi? I know..." Yukiko hung up the phone, turned to Conan and said, "Shinichi, the call is for you~"

"Looking for me?" Upon hearing this, Conan jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted, then ran quickly to Yukiko and snatched the phone from her.

"Hello, this is Kudo Shinichi..." Conan quickly grabbed the voice-changing bow tie and put it around his neck, then spoke into the phone.

"Kudo Shinichi, I think you have seen the news. I am the person who stole the explosives in the news." A voice that was obviously specially processed came from the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?" Conan's pupils dilated unconsciously, and his eyes were full of shock.

"I think you should tell me your mobile phone number!" The other party's tone seemed a little tough.

"Why should I give my phone number to someone like you?" Conan glanced at his mother, who was kneeling on the sofa beside him, supporting her chin and looking at him curiously, and spoke in a deliberately low voice.