"Your parents had a fight?" Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze looked at the elementary 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 house, and even if you live in your own house, you don't eat what they cook for you......"

Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo, a couple full of romance and art bacteria, basically didn't live at home in Japan even when Kudo Shinichi was still Kudo Shinichi, either in the United States or running around the world.

Even before he became a child, Kudo Shinichi would get acquainted with the Maolilan family so quickly, Tang Ze was highly suspicious, and it was also a friendship that came out of rice.

"I was going to go to Dr. Asasa for a meal." Conan held his face helplessly, sat opposite Tang Ze and whispered, "As a result, because they were quarrelling, Dr. Asa was pulled over by them to judge, and I knocked on the door for a long time and no one opened it......"

The Kudo couple, who returned to Japan at the invitation of Sindora's 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 any care of himself, but he also started to make sure that he didn't even get a decent breakfast.

Thinking of this pair of unreliable parents, Conan sighed for a long time.

"What about classmate Lan, you are a little kid who stays at home and doesn't prepare lunch for you, and it doesn't look like her style?"

"Hey, Uncle Maori hasn't been busy lately, well, that's it......" Conan coughed, "They're going to register their divorce this morning, and of course Xiaolan doesn't have time to worry about my business." ”

"Then you really don't have a good mouth, Mr. Amuro is not here today." Tang Ze said, his hand subconsciously smoothed his hair.

Because of concealing the long-term substitution of Hoshikawa Teru, he was severely cut by Toru Amuro yesterday.

Worried that attacking his face might make him have to wear a mask to cover it up like last time, Amuro chose to cut his skull this time, even if a night has passed, Tang Ze still has a phantom pain in his hair that is knotted.

Killing people without seeing blood, it's really ruthless, Japanese public security.

It was rare to encounter the absence of the dedicated working emperor, Conan was still a little surprised, and stood on tiptoe to glance at the bar where only Enomoto Azusa was busy alone.

"Something busy, Mr. Amuro?" Conan raised his eyebrows, "It's really rare to see him absent from work." ”

"He's now running a firm with Wise, have you forgotten?" Tang Ze said perfunctorily, "When there is something over there, he occasionally asks for leave." ”

In fact, because of the new intelligence on Tang Ze's side, he went out as a Bourbon to investigate the situation in Ireland.

"Is that so?" Conan frowned and thought for a moment, no longer caring about this kind of trivial problem, and instead asked, "Then how do you solve it for lunch, and let Miss Enomoto make it for you?" She didn't seem to be able to do it all by herself. ”

"How else can I solve it, do it myself." Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze rubbed his sore eyes and stood up, "People with hands and feet, can they starve to death without anyone cooking?" ”

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

I always feel that I was strafed inexplicably.

"What about you, what do you want to eat?" Standing up and walking behind the bar, Tang Ze picked up an idle apron.

"Eh, do you know how to cook?" Watching Tang Ze roll up his sleeves while walking to the back kitchen, Conan reflexively covered his stomach, "You, are you sure you can eat what you cook?" ”

"Who do you look down on?" Tang Ze, who had tied his apron, glanced at him, "I've lived alone since I was ten years old, and I don't have a childhood sweetheart with excellent cooking skills to help me cook these things." ”

This is completely untrue.

Tang Zezhao has indeed lived alone for eight years, but at most he can take care of some housework by himself, and Tang Ze's family has long-term hired housekeepers and cooks.

Although the social relationship is a little weaker and lacks intimacy, if you only talk about living conditions, Tang Zezhao is indeed basically a young master.

But this is clearly not the case with Tang Ze.

After the death of both his parents, he moved back and forth with relatives before he became an adult, and in such an environment, it would be unwise to entrust his quality of life to others.

After some simple setbacks, Tang Ze, who felt a little talented, quickly learned to cook for himself, and his undercover life was even more so afterwards.

"If you don't order," put the wok on the stove, Tang Ze snapped in Conan's terrifying gaze and turned up the hot pot, "I'll do it myself." ”

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

Tang Ze, a Chinese eater, thought so very really.

Thirty minutes later.

"How's it taste?" Tang Ze, who showed off a meal with hot coffee, looked at Conan who was holding a spoon and scraping the empty bowl opposite, and asked knowingly, "It's still edible, right?" ”

Conan, who was sweating from the tip of his nose, finally had time to raise his head from the plate at this time, and while inhaling, he looked at Tang Ze in shock: "How can you eat it...... How can you cook such a complicated dish! ”

When Tang Ze said that he made it himself, Conan thought that he would come up with some prepared foods that had been prepared a long time ago, at most he would find some curry powder ingredients and make some curry and the like himself.

So when Tang Ze took out a piece of tofu from the refrigerator like a trick, he watched Tang Ze perform with the mood of watching magic.

"Mapo tofu is just a hard dish." Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Considering that after all, it was made for two people to eat, Tang Ze did not choose a dish that was too outrageous, and chose a Chinese dish that Japanese people like very much, mapo tofu.

After a serving of tofu is made, it is served with some white rice, and one meal is enough to deal with it.

As for the method...... Maybe it's a little more complicated than the Japanese version, but Tang Ze said that he can't help it, he has eaten serious mapo tofu, and he really can't eat this kind of Japanese Chinese food.

Just as the Italian will not admit that pineapple pizza is pizza, he will never admit that the Japanese make this thing as mapo tofu!

"It's already amazing!" Conan emphasized, "It's really delicious!" ”

Although, it seems to be a little too numb......

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

Why the hell would anyone be able to eat spicy food with a hot drink, it's a monster, right?

"Okay, you're done eating, I just saw Uncle Maori and them passing by the store." Tang Ze, who couldn't be stumped at all, thought that he had completed a wave of coop basic feeding, and pointed out the door emotionally, "It's time to go home, little friend." ”

Well, he ate what he should eat and drank what he should drink, and he thought that his service was in place.

There is no free lunch in the world, and no bite of tofu is eaten for nothing, so hurry up and go upstairs to produce a little case for me, big detective, let's make some progress, I'm still looking forward to when to advance to the story of the fairy bus!

Tang Ze, who went to school for two days and was on vacation, thought very pragmatically.

It's very cheesy, but I can't help the whole wave, and the Chinese who can cook are unavoidable

(End of chapter)