The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Your parents quarreled?" Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze looked at the primary school student sitting opposite him strangely, "So what does this have to do with you not having lunch? You don't live in your own home, even if you do In your own home, what you eat is not the food they cook for you..."

Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko, a couple who are full of romance and artistic bacteria, even when Kudo Shinichi was still Kudo Shinichi, they basically did not live at home in Japan. They were either in the United States or traveling around the world. .

Even before he became a child, Kudo Shinichi became acquainted with Maorilan's family so quickly. Tang Ze highly suspected that the friendship was just a matter of time.

"I originally wanted to go have a meal with Dr. A Li." Conan held his face helplessly and sat across from Karasawa and whispered, "But because they were quarreling, Dr. A Li was taken over by them. I pulled him over for review, but no one opened the door after I knocked for a long time..."

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 was he unable to take care of himself, but he was also prevented from even having a decent breakfast.

Thinking of these unreliable parents, Conan sighed.

"Where's Ms. Lan? It's not like her to stay at home as a child and not prepare lunch for you, isn't it?"

"Hey, Uncle Maori has been busy recently, well, that's what..." Conan coughed, "They are going to register for divorce this morning, and Xiaolan certainly doesn't have time to take care of 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 Hoshikawa Teru's long-term fight, he was severely beaten by Amuro Toru yesterday.

Worried that the attack on his face might cause him to wear a mask like last time, Toru Amuro chose to chop his head off this time. Even after a night, Karasawa still had a phantom pain of knotted hair. .

Killing without blood, how cruel the Japanese police are.

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's absent from work."

"He now has an office with Akechi. Have you forgotten?" Tangze said perfunctorily, "When there is something going on there, he will occasionally ask for leave."

In fact, it was because of the new information from Karasawa that he went out as Bourbon 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 almost overwhelmed by herself. .”

"What else can we do? Do it yourself." Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze rubbed his sore eyes and stood up, "Can a person with hands and feet starve to death without anyone to cook?"

Conan, who has hands and feet but is hungry: "..."

I always feel like I've been shot at inexplicably.

"What about you, what do you want to eat?" Tang Ze stood up and walked behind the bar. He picked up an unused apron.

"Hey, can you cook?" Seeing Tangze rolling up his sleeves as he walked to the kitchen, Conan reflexively covered his stomach, "Are you sure that what you cook can be eaten?"

"Who are you looking down on?" Tangze, who had put on his apron, glanced sideways at him, "I have been living alone since I was ten years old. I don't have a childhood sweetheart who is good at cooking to help 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 Tangze is obviously not like this.

After his parents died, he lived back and forth with multiple relatives before he became an adult. In this kind of 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 under Conan's horrified gaze, he turned it on and started to heat the wok, "I'll just cook it myself."

Anyway, there is not much difference between one person and two people.

Tang Ze, a Chinese restaurant man, thought so seriously.

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 Tangze 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. 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, it's 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 some white rice is served, 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 can't get enough of this Japanese-style Chinese cuisine.

Just like an Italian would not admit that pineapple pizza is pizza, he would 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 seems a bit too numb...

After saying this, he couldn't help but pick up the ice coffee that Tang Ze poured for him and took a few sips. At the same time, he looked at the steaming coffee in Tang Ze's hand with admiration.

Why on earth can someone 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." Tangze, who couldn't be bothered by this little bit of pepper, thought he had completed a basic feeding of coop, so he pointed at the door emotionally. Outside, "It's time to go home, kid."

Well, 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 gone 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 know how to cook are inevitable