Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 367 Bourbon: Too miserable!

"Wei Young, um, I'm older than you, so I'll call you that."

Bourbon organized his language, "In an organization, you shouldn't trust others easily."

"Easy?" Wei Young took off her top hat and threw it on the sofa.

Her rhetorical question directly blocked Bourbon's words in his throat.

Obviously, Wei Young's trust is not easy, it is a rare trust, maybe the only one.

What she trusted was a person who chose to save others regardless of his own safety in a critical moment when he didn't even have time to think.

Bourbon believed that, except for himself, who was not sober at the time, no one else in the organization would do this.

It was his actions that made Wei Young choose to trust her.

"You won." Bourbon shook his head and laughed, "You should be glad that I'm really not an undercover agent."

A liar, Wei Young judged in her heart.

Bourbon made a decision, he made a compromise choice.

With the help of the tasks issued by Wei Young, it must really bring benefits to the organization, not just use the organization.

In this way, Wei Young can be kept out of the way as much as possible.

Even if he was exposed in the end, but failed to bring Wei Young out of the organization, Wei Young would not die.

Although punishment is indispensable, if you are lucky, you can make a comeback like Gin.

But thinking about the good, maybe with the convenience provided by Wei Young, he can go undercover to replace Langmu.

At that time, he can not only destroy the organization, but also take Wei Young away, which is a perfect ending.

Bourbon used optimistic thoughts to stabilize his fluctuating mood due to Wei Young's frankness.

He found that he was really not good at dealing with Wei Young, who was extremely dangerous, but in a certain way he was pure and cute.

"In short, you have to be more prepared. When the organization expanded, all forces found opportunities to plant a lot of undercover agents."

For Bourbon's kind reminder, Wei Young just nodded.

From that indifferent expression, it is impossible to tell whether she ignored it or remembered it in her heart.

"You really don't know anything except performing tasks." Bourbon sighed.

This is too partial, the combat ability and reasoning ability are full, but all other aspects are zero.

This also means that even if he takes Wei Young out of the organization, will she have the ability to survive in this society?
"It's not that I don't understand anything." Wei Young shook her head and denied, "I'm also good at cooking."

Bourbon was slightly taken aback, good at cooking?How is this possible, the organization will specially train cooking skills?Or is gin good at cooking?

"Who taught it?"

"Self-taught." Although her expression was still cold, her slightly lit eyes revealed her inner self-satisfaction.

"Teach yourself." Bourbon suddenly understood.

As he thought before, Wei Young has never been to a restaurant, and may not always be able to catch up with the opening time of the canteen.

So in order not to let yourself be hungry, it is necessary to learn cooking skills.

It's more like surviving than living.

Learning to cook is neither to make your life better, nor to enjoy delicious meals, just because you are afraid of hunger.

This is too bad!

Bo Ben thought that he had thought Wei Young was miserable enough, but the facts kept proving to him that it wasn't miserable enough, Wei Young's misery was beyond his imagination.

Bourbon glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall, it was exactly noon.

"Today's lunch, can I give it to you?"

Bourbon decided to learn more about Wei Young's living environment through cooking.

"Okay." Wei Young didn't refuse, after asking about the location of the kitchen, she walked in without saying much.

Bourbon leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

After waiting for a few minutes, he leaned forward, left the soft sofa, and walked towards the kitchen.

He is going to see how Wei Young is cooking.

He didn't want to disturb Wei Young, so he gently opened the sliding door, revealing a gap, and turned his head to peek inside through the crack.

A scarlet eye met his at the thickness of a door.

Bourbon was startled, took half a step back, and saw Wei Young pull the sliding door wide open.

"Uh, bothering you?"

"Slightly sweet, or slightly salty?" Wei Young stood upright, blocking Bourbon's sight, and asked without emotion.

Doesn't seem to care or be aware of Bourbon's prying eyes.

"Slightly sweet." Bourbon smiled awkwardly.

The sliding door was pulled to death again, and Bourbon stood in front of the sliding door in a daze.

Is it a coincidence?Or did she just stand there the whole time?
Bourbon suddenly felt creepy and had goosebumps all over his body.

Although it is very simple, it is worthy of being a weird grappa. If you relax a little, you will be frightened.

Bourbon suppressed his curiosity, returned to the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the news replay, honestly waiting for the food to be ready.

"The mayor's candidate Keitaro Izumo was killed on the Hokuto Star No. [-] train and the murderer was arrested by the police"

Bourbon shook his head, "This kind of thing happens every year at this time."

In the middle of the news broadcast, the kitchen sliding door rattled.

Bourbon turned off the TV, he didn't like distractions while eating.

In his opinion, enjoying food attentively is a respect for the chef.

Wei Young put a pot of smoky white thick soup on the table.

Amuro Detective Agency is not big. Although it has a kitchen, it does not have a restaurant.

The only thing that can be used as a dining table is probably the big table in the living room.

"Be careful of hot hands." Just after the reminder, Bourbon suddenly remembered that Wei Young's hand was a prosthetic, and he couldn't feel the heat at all.

Wei Young let go of the soup bowl, and raised her palm that was already smoking.

When she used her ability, although her hands would harden, they couldn't completely insulate her from heat.

However, because of the special ability of heat resistance lv1, this temperature is completely within the acceptable range.

After staring at Wei Young's hand for a while, Bourbon turned his gaze to the soup basin.

"what is this?"

"Stew chowder."

Bourbon took a breath, stew chowder?

It looked like okay, he didn't know how to describe it.

Because he had never seen a dish that looked so unappetizing in his life.

He picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred it a few times in the soup pot, and a few pieces of meat floated out of the white soup.

Bourbon felt that it should not be called chowder, and that "white vinegar minced bouillon" might be a more appropriate name.

"I'm not very good at eating sour." Bourbon took out a piece of meat and blew a few mouthfuls.

"It's not sour." Wei Young sat on the other side of the sofa, quite a distance from the soup bowl, "I promise."

Bourbon said it should be slightly sweet, how could she make it sour?
If you can't even control the taste, then you don't need the culinary skills that have been upgraded to lv12.

Bourbon put the minced meat into his mouth, chewing and tasting it slowly.

Hey, why did Bourbon's face turn purple?
"Is it delicious?" Wei Young asked with her head tilted, as if looking forward to it.

"Okay." Bourbon rolled his throat with difficulty and swallowed the minced meat, "It's delicious."

Wei Young is silent, there are two people in this world, even if she is a trap, she will not sink to death.

One of them was Gin, who received Fujie medical treatment and didn't cry or shout.

The other one is that after eating Wei Young's dishes, he didn't vomit or have abdominal pain, and even commented that it was delicious bourbon.

All the people in the organization are really talented, completely different from those coquettish bastards outside who can't stand a little pain and are picky.

"Since you think it's delicious, let's eat it all." Wei Young, who was in a good mood, would rather endure hunger than compete with Bourbon for a meal.

Bourbon blinked his eyes vigorously, took another piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, then dug a mouthful of soup with a spoon, and sent it into his mouth to help his throat finish swallowing.

"It's refreshing, it's pretty good." Bourbon commented while eating.

Then he got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and gulped it down his throat.

"Pfft!" He suddenly sprayed all the water out, and took out three empty bags from the trash can with his eyes wide open.

One bag of salt, two bags of sugar.

Is this trying to eat people out of diabetes?
The purple-faced Bourbon stumbled back to the living room, "Do you usually eat this kind of food?"

Wei Young nodded quickly twice.

She told a white lie that if she told Bourbon that the stray dogs outside her house wouldn't eat it, Bourbon would be sad.

Bourbon sat down on the sofa, staring blankly at the soup bowl on the table.

"In the future, if you don't catch up with the opening time of the canteen, come to me and I'll make it for you."

This is an unexpected joy, because there are not many big meals stored in the inventory. Originally, Fu Jiang planned to ask Cheng Shi to deliver another meal to him at night.

But now it seems that there is no need for that, he has successfully lived in Bourbon.

The favorability is almost done, so I should be able to talk about the business directly.

Wei Young doesn't have an ID, and doesn't want to run around, so ordering a car, waiting for the car, checking the car, going through the formalities, buying insurance, and getting the license plate all need to be done by Boben.

　Thank you for the 350 rewards of the reliable pure bird
　　
　
(End of this chapter)