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Slightly crack open the egg shell and pour it into a porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of rice. The egg yolk is slightly solidified, but the egg white is still a clear liquid.

Add soy sauce, bonito flakes, nori flakes, and shredded lettuce if you like, and stir well.Soft and sweet glutinous rice mixed with egg liquid, and various crispy toppings——

"How is it?" Chiriko asked.

"Well, the taste is a bit strange."

Randomly swallowed the homemade hot spring egg bibimbap, and answered.

He said, "That's whatever." The focus is not on the hot spring eggs, but on a business trip together, so we can eat anything.

Whatever you want, you can do it or not.

For Chiriko, she usually tends to meet his expectations in such ambiguous matters. She ordered a water bath last night and is going to make it this morning.

There are differences between homemade and natural hot spring eggs, but I have not tasted all of them, but only one kind. How do I know what the difference is and how big it is.

It is easy to see through Zhilizi's code of conduct and predict her choice.

As long as the requirements are not excessive, they can be met.

For example, the simple light food he likes, Chiriko is good at, and only good at making these.

— learned it for him.

When Chiriko was entangled near the station three years ago, Chiriko was just like Akutagawa who was taught by Houtaro, a culinary idiot who relied on eating out.

That's why I took him to the Cup House shopping plaza for dinner, only to meet the opponent who was involved in the bombing.

No.

That's not enough to call him an opponent.

It can only be said that it was one of the predators he had no trouble defeating, spying on his staple food.

"That's it." Then what should I do?

Chiriko stares at homemade hot spring egg.

Her plan is two for one person.Ranpo, her, Houtaro, Osamu Dazai, Conan, Akutagawa, Dr. Ali who brought the invention, and candidates who passed the interview, eight people totaled sixteen.In order to avoid failure, she bought twice as many raw eggs, and Akutagawa, a novice cook, overfulfilled the order without loss.

Currently eating single digits.

There are more than 20 remaining hot spring eggs, which are full of porcelain plates, and the scene is magnificent.

If it is red bean cake, Luanbu can easily eliminate all of them.

With a steady stream of sugar intake, the chaotic figure has no tendency to develop horizontally.There is no need to worry about gaining weight in random steps, because hyper-reasoning is a "power" that consumes a lot of energy.

Just like a Taiko celebrity who knelt at the chess match all day long, he barely moved and ate a hearty meal. During the chess match, he had to eat dessert and drink black tea with a lot of glucose and lemon slices to supplement his energy.At the end of the chess game, facing the flashing lights, he looks tired, as if his energy has been drained completely-in the professional chess world, snack time and post-match exhaustion are not surprising.

Mental activity also drains energy.

In terms of food, Ranpo prefers sweets, and Chiriko thinks this is the best.

The brain needs sugar to function.Luanbu's central processor, which sorts out the clues in an instant, is more active than Taige Celebrities.

And the non-greasy red bean porridge and light food are easy to learn and easy to eat, and the other is snacks.In short, it is the best diner to deal with and the easiest to satisfy.

As for the extra hot spring eggs——

"Mr. Akutagawa, you can take it back and give it to others to taste." Chiriko said lightly.

"How many to bring, and to whom?" Akutagawa maintained a stiff yet obedient posture.

"...It's not an order, it's a random proposal from you, and an expectation that you can help solve it. One. Or you can take them all away."

"I don't need it."

Unaccustomed, uncomfortable, don't know how to put hands and feet.

Akutagawa's whole body is full of unnaturalness.Chiriko's instructions, from cooking hot spring eggs to taking them home for others to taste, are so strange!

He looks like someone who has someone to give hot spring eggs to?

...as if there is indeed one.

The younger sister who is also in Hong Kong, Yin.

He had never received similar instruction, Akutagawa stared at the particularly leisurely teacher.

Osamu Dazai hummed a twisted tune, put his hand on Conan's shoulder, and ordered the clumsy house-elf to peel the eggshells.

On a business trip, the task is the first priority, and everything else is secondary.Souvenirs are irrelevant.

Without recognition, he has no extra energy to think about unimportant things.

"call--"

Hearing the clear voice, Zhilizi turned around and suddenly walked inexplicably angrily, "Random steps?"

"Stupid Chiriko!"

Luanbu shouted confidently.

This time it was not a natural intimacy, and I was indeed a little angry.

Zhilizi stared at him intently, next to Ranpo was a fake distant relative Conan, their eyes were different in size, shape, and color.

Conan is a ten-year-old Kudo Shinichi who shrunk down. He doesn't look like Ranpo, but he is exactly the same as the naturally curly boy he witnessed yesterday.However, under the double cover of name and wisdom, no one should doubt the kinship between the two——Speaking of Ranpo's distant relatives, Chiriko suddenly remembered that on the day she encountered Ranpo, she first ran into a messenger The young man looks like a very immature Ranpo.

The same style of squinting eyes, wearing a hat, revealing the wanton growth of black hair.

A bulging satchel under the winter coat, full of letters, fell into a pile and scattered around.

The boy looked around, showing a puzzled and helpless look.

Zhilizi couldn't help but walked quickly towards the poor boy.

The boy looked to be at most thirteen or fourteen years old, so he must have had some unavoidable difficulties in delivering mail on weekdays when he was supposed to be in school.

The letters he relied on for survival fell to the floor, and Zhilizi squatted down and quickly sorted them out, gradually accumulating a stack in his hand.She noticed that the stamps and postmarks on the envelopes were a bit strange.

Before he could pay attention, Chiriko heard the boy's voice.

"The ones you don't need to pick up are all nonsense and a waste of time to read. Who would be happy to receive such spam!"

It was completely different from what she thought.

Zhilizi paused for a moment, stood up straight holding the letter, leaned down a little, looked at the level of the unhappy boy, met his eyes at close range, and asked, "Why do you think it's okay to throw it away?" , spam full of bullshit?"

"You can tell that at a glance. It's strange, do you want me to explain it in detail?"

Zhilizi lowered her eyes and looked at the first email in her hand, the handwriting was correct.

The seal is tightly sealed, without any trace of tampering.

She knew it at a glance, but didn't understand it.

Zhi Lizi nodded, "Yes, I know this email is probably full of nonsense. Then what you just said to me, is it meaningless nonsense that you know and I know too?"

"……Well."

The boy tilted his head and squeezed out a sound.

Eyes blink, like new green shoots.

"Then why do you say that?"

"It's a waste of your time talking and my time listening, isn't it?"

"Since you can talk nonsense, why can't other people write nonsense, isn't it fair?"

Zhilizi asked questions one after another without haste.

The young man was unconvinced and kept silent, pouted his lips, like staring at her cat closely.

"The weather is so nice today, the sun is so warm, this candy is so sweet,"

Zhili Zikong made a move, took out the paper crane candy that he was going to eat on the Shinkansen from his coat pocket, and handed it to the boy, "If I talk about this objective fact that most people can feel, is it nonsense?"

"I really like things like you. I want to write a letter to you a hundred times. The first time is to tell you that you know. The letters repeated from the second time are all already known and read. It’s pure time-wasting content, but no matter how many times you receive it, you won’t get bored and want to read and treasure it repeatedly, right?”

Zhilizi lowered her voice and used the most simple and easy-to-understand example.

When it comes to talking nonsense, most of the love letters, daily communication, and human relations do not make any sense. It can be called a series of nonsense that needs to be said and responded to.

Those who are engaged in mail delivery work and discard letters at will will definitely be complained by the paid sender.

This kind of attitude of voluntarily discarding, not understanding the status quo, and all indifferent attitudes will undoubtedly be fired.Since we met, she took the initiative to come quickly, so it took a little time, there was still a while before entering the station.

Chiriko thought about it.

The boy peeled off the candy wrapper neatly, threw the candy into his mouth, and his eyes sparkled for a moment.

Chewing candy, he concluded vaguely: "So, everyone likes to talk nonsense. My sentence is also nonsense. You mean it."

"No one can avoid talking nonsense," she replied, "I am the same."

"Let's forget the loving and irrelevant nonsense. Send the malicious nonsense as well. Your rules are really—" The boy quickly recovered his sharp and lively appearance.

"No. Not a rule, but a proposal that you can do this, and an expectation that I hope you will."

Chiriko carefully packed the letter back into his bulging parcel, adjusted the wrinkled satchel strap, "do your business seriously. As for handling malicious letters, that is between the sender and the recipient. Of course, You can kindly remind them while ensuring your absolute safety."

"They can't get it now. Any more sugar? You still have some, don't you!"

The boy said something strange and asked her for it as a matter of course.

His outstretched palm was as big as hers, and the knuckles were newly ground with thin calluses.

Zhilizi exhaled, and poured out the few candies in his pocket to him.

The boy unceremoniously put the candy in his pocket, left one and opened it immediately, and asserted: "This is the candy you need to eat on the bus, give it all to me. You are going to replenish it now, right?"

"What do you want to eat?" Chiriko looked at the boy who was good at making requests.

"Well! I haven't eaten the snacks now! You can understand the nonsense I'm talking about, right? You can't help but come over, give me candy, and buy snacks, you won't just sit idly by , Right!" the boy announced loudly.

"kindness."

She will take the smart boy who should receive compulsory education to the place where he should go.

Zhilizi responded, and the juvenile's joyful and clear nonsense lingered in his ears.

When she was carefully choosing snacks, the chirping sound suddenly disappeared.

Zhilizi looked up, but the boy was gone.

Go and do his work seriously——the one who told her where the boy was going was the famous detective who obediently waited in the store and couldn't wait for the incompetent investigator.Ranpo didn't know anything about the Shinkansen, so he followed her and saw through her on the same train.

As for the selected snacks, Zhi Lizi ate the candy, and the rest was handed over to Ranbu to replenish energy, as a reward for giving her analysis and not worrying about the boy.

Zhilizi looked at the angry chaotic steps, then looked at Conan who was pouring soy sauce and monosodium glutamate on the hot spring eggs, and denied the absurd association.

Conan vaguely heard the conversation of the spirits lover, he is the No.1 experimenter.

The boy she ran into couldn't possibly be Luanbu who had shrunk ten years old due to drugs.

Chiriko was thinking, and Houtaro signaled that the four applicants had arrived ahead of schedule.