Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 403

"Did your parents quarrel?" 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 home, even if you live in At home, what you eat is not what they cook for you..."

Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Yukiko, a couple full of romantic and artistic bacteria, even when Kudo Shinichi was still Kudo Shinichi, they basically didn’t live at home in Japan, either in the United States or around the world. .

Even before he became a child, Kudo Shinichi got acquainted with Mo Lilan's family so quickly, Tang Ze highly doubted that it was a friendship that was born out of nothing.

"I originally wanted to have a meal with Dr. Ali." Conan held his face helplessly, sitting opposite Tang Ze and whispered, "As a result, Dr. Ali was quarreled with by them." Pulled over to judge, I knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened..."

The Kudou couple, who returned to Japan because of the invitation of Sindora Company, are still staying in Japan in order to cooperate with the investigation of Sindora's disappearance.

As a result, he not only failed to take care of himself, but also caused him to miss a decent breakfast.

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

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

"Hey, isn't Uncle Mao Li still busy recently, um, that's the thing..." Conan coughed, "They're going to file for divorce this morning, of course Xiaolan doesn't have time to take care of my affairs."

"Then you really have no luck, Mr. Amuro is busy today." Tang Ze said, subconsciously smoothing his hair.

Because he concealed Xing Chuanhui's long-term proxy fight, he was severely beaten by Amuro yesterday.

Concerned that the attack on his face might be like the last time, so that he had to wear a mask to cover it up, Toru Amuro chose to cut off his head this time. Even after one night, Tang Ze still felt a phantom pain of knotted hair .

It's so cruel to kill without blood, Japanese police.

Conan was a little surprised that the dedicated part-time emperor was not around, so he stood on tiptoe and glanced at the busy bar where only Azusa Enomoto was alone.

"Are you busy, Mr. Amuro?" Conan raised his eyebrows, "It's really rare that he is absent from work."

"He has opened an office with Zhizhi now, have you forgotten?" Tang Ze said perfunctorily, "When there is something to do there, he will occasionally ask for leave."

In fact, it was because of the new information from Tang Ze that he dispatched as Bourbon to investigate the situation in Ireland.

"Is that so?" Conan frowned and thought for a moment, and stopped worrying about such a small problem, and asked, "Then how do you solve the lunch? Can Miss Enomoto make it for you? She seems to be too busy alone .”

"How else can I solve it? Do it yourself." Putting down the paper in his hand, Tang Ze rubbed his sore eye sockets and stood up, "A person with hands and feet can starve to death without anyone cooking?"

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

I always feel that I was shot inexplicably.

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

"Hey, do you know how to cook?" Seeing Tang Ze rolling up his sleeves as he walked towards the kitchen, Conan reflexively covered his stomach, "Are you sure what you cook is edible?"

"Who do you look down on?" Tang Ze, who had put on his apron, gave him a sideways glance. "I have lived 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 totally untrue.

It is true that Tang Zezhao has basically lived alone for eight years, but at most he can take care of some housework by himself. Tang Zezhao's family has long-term housekeepers and cooks.

Although the social relationship is weaker and lacks intimacy, but only talking about living conditions, Tang Zezhao is indeed basically a young master.

But Tang Ze is obviously not like this.

After the death of his parents, he lived back and forth with multiple relatives before he was an adult. In this living environment, it is unwise to entrust the quality of life to others.

After some simple setbacks, Tang Ze, who felt that he had a bit of talent, quickly learned to cook by himself, and this was even more so in his undercover life afterwards.

"If you don't order," put the wok on the stove, Tang Ze twisted it under Conan's horrified gaze, and heated up the wok, "I'll make whatever I want."

Anyway, there is not much difference between one serving and two servings.

Tang Ze, the Chinese food guy, thought so honestly.

Three 10 minutes later.

"How does it taste?" Tang Ze, who showed off a meal with hot coffee, looked at Conan 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, finally had time to lift his head from the plate at this moment, and while taking a breath, he looked at Tang Ze in shock: "It's not just edible...you can cook such a complicated dish!"

Tang Ze said that when he made it himself, Conan thought he would take out some pre-made food that had been prepared a long time ago. At most, he would find some curry powder ingredients and make some curry by himself.

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

"It's just mapo tofu, it's not a hard dish." Tang Ze shrugged indifferently.

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

After a portion of tofu is done, and some white rice is served, it is enough for a meal.

As for the method... Maybe it is a little more complicated than the Japanese version, but Tang Ze said that he has no choice. He has eaten serious mapo tofu, but he really can't eat this kind of Japanese Chinese food.

Just like the Italians will not admit that pineapple pizza is pizza, he will definitely not admit that this stuff made by the Japanese is mapo tofu!
"It's already amazing!" Conan emphasized vigorously, "It's really delicious!"

Although, it seems a bit too numb...

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

Why on earth can some people eat spicy food with hot drinks? It's a monster, right?

"Okay, you're done eating too. I just saw Uncle Mao Li passing by the door of the store." Tang Ze, who couldn't be bothered by this prickly ash, thought he had completed a wave of coop basic feeding, so he pointed at the door emotionally Outside, "It's time to go home, kid."

Well, he ate what he needed to eat, and drank what he needed to drink. He thought he had served 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, detective, make some progress, I am still looking forward to when I will advance to the story of the fairy bus!

Tang Ze, who was on vacation after two days of school, was thinking very pragmatically.

　It's very vulgar, but I can't help it. Chinese people who can cook are unavoidable
　　
　
(End of this chapter)