Conan: The Mechanic

At 5:20 in the afternoon, the Orange House.

Different from the depression before Chiyu and the others set off, the Tachibana Mansion was already quite lively at this time - the children of the Junior Detective Group, the high school students who had just returned from Taidan High School, and even Gregory and the others had already moved ahead. Hand off the evening's work to someone else and come here to start sharing the snacks and fruit that you brought.

The boys got together and were playing

"Everyone is here." Looking at the lively living room on the first floor of the Orange Mansion, Qian Yu smacked her lips. "It was great that the first floor was designed as a complete super living room, otherwise even half of the people who came here would have no place to stay at all."

"A lot of children," Fusha was a little surprised. "So many lovely kids are so hilarious, it even makes me feel younger!"

"Chiba, you guys are finally back," Shiho Miyano complained angrily, sticking his head out of the kitchen when he heard the door closing. "If it goes on like this, tonight's Thanksgiving dinner will really be—"

Her words stopped abruptly after seeing Ms. Fusae who came back with Chiba and Dr. Agasa. "You...you are..."

"Hello, my name is Fusae." The other party just greeted Shiho with a smile. "I take the liberty to come here to disturb you today, I beg your pardon!"

The moment she reported her home, the orange mansion fell silent.

"Fusae?" Suzuki Sonoko was a little surprised. "Is that the Fusa painting of the Fusa painting brand?"

"Oh?" Fushae turned her gaze and stayed on Sonoko's face for a moment. "You seem to be... the second lady of the Suzuki family? We just met at the reception last weekend?"

"Yes," Suzuki Sonoko quickly stood up. "It's an honor to meet you here."

Just when the two of them greeted each other, Ma Lilan sat next to him, also with an unforgettable expression on his face.

"That..." In the end, she still spoke. "Excuse me, did you stop near Didan Elementary School ten years ago?"

"Yes," Fushahui nodded immediately, looking at Xiaolan's face. "You are……"

"It was raining at that time, and you lent me an umbrella that you carried!" Mao Lilan was a little excited. "I promised you at the time that when I grew up, I would buy the luxury products you designed with Ginkgo biloba as a symbol!"

Along with Maurilan's excited memories, Fusha's eyes also lit up. "Oh, it's you! Then the kid who went home with you was..."

His eyes swept around among the boys, then looked at Maurilan, and finally followed her to Shinichi Kudo's face. "So it turns out, it's you. That's really lucky, because the Fusha painting brand has indeed persisted until now, and it is more and more prosperous!"

"Fusa painting brand?" Dr. A Li was a little stunned. "What are you... talking about?"

"The brand I created myself has worked hard for more than ten years, and it's just a little bit of commercial reputation," Fushahui understated her achievements. "Don't worry too much."

"..." Dr. Agasa, who was obviously not satisfied with such an answer, looked at Chiyu, seeking a more reliable answer.

"Ms. Fushae has achieved quite a lot in her career," Qianyu spread her hands. "The famous luxury brand [Fusa Ei] is her hard work. In fact, besides Prada, Shiho's favorite should be Fusa Ei."

"Oh?" Fusa Ei looked at Shiho, who was a little embarrassed because of his broken hobby, and smiled lightly. "Prada, this is still a direction we are still catching up with - but I believe that Fussa will soon become an existence that can compete with the world's top brands."

"I believe it can be done!" Shiho nodded with a smile, and then greeted Chiba. "Hurry up, come in and help!"

……

Seven fifty in the evening.

"Is that what turkeys look like at Thanksgiving?" Fusahui looked at the turkeys on the table. "It always feels different from the turkeys I've seen before...?"

"Well, in general, roast turkeys are more orthodox," Shiho coughed a little embarrassedly. "This time, the turkey was a little bit bigger, so Chiba used a little special processing to speed up the cooking process. As for the price...the turkey's posture may be a little unconventional."

"It's okay, I've eaten orthodox turkey for decades anyway," Gregory didn't care much about it. "Occasionally eating something Japanese is also a useful life experience. Still, I have to ask, should this turkey taste fine?"

Saying so, he looked at Chiyu.

"Don't look at me, I'm a pure theoretical school, the kind that has never eaten turkey," Qianyu quickly waved her hand. "As for this time... I didn't have time to try the taste, but in theory, the various temperature data and meat quality sources this time are trustworthy, so it should be..."

"It shouldn't be a big problem, anyway, I've always dealt with roasting turkeys this way before - of course, the posture is the first time, but I don't think it should be a big problem." Shiho shook his head, indicating that there shouldn't be a big problem. "Well... instead of debating like this, why don't we just start it?"

"Okay~www.NovelMTL.com~ I'm starting!"*n

"Well, it's delicious!"

"The taste is very trustworthy!"

"Does it seem that the change in shape really brings about a better taste?"

"Ali, won't you start?"

"Ah, this... I still want to let the young people taste it first, then I..."

"But you just wanted to grab the first bite, don't you think—you don't know how to eat roast turkey?"

"Well, you guessed it-my life is relatively monotonous, so this kind of thing is for me..."

"Well...Although it's the first time I've actually celebrated Thanksgiving, I've eaten some roast turkey--do you need me to cut some for you? Or, let me teach you how to eat it?"

"Ah, thank you anyway, Fushae. I'm so sorry to show my timidity in front of you."

"It doesn't matter, it's better to say, if you didn't dare to show your truest side in front of me, I would be more sad, right?"

"Um... Can I think that this sentence has no deep meaning?"

"Although I'm not a pure Japanese, I'm still half Japanese—" After the voice came here, even the voices of other people nearby were slightly quieter because of this sentence. "So, everything I say, you can understand in a Japanese way - I'm not just Japanese after all in that regard."

"Now, I really feel that I can feel the mood of those Americans who first celebrated Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, I can feel it now too - thank you from the bottom of my heart that fate still favors us in the end, right?"

"Yes, God is definitely a good person."