Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

When Zhu Fu Jingguang walked in carrying a thermal bag with lunch, he saw a red-faced primary school student holding his crotch next to the desk, and Mao Lilan, who had a confused look on his face and blushed cheeks.

The culprit was sitting behind his desk with a smile, looking through the books in his hands leisurely.

The off-white pages of the book were turned over one by one, and the dust in the air was flying in the sunlight.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned, opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him, "Lunch time?"

"Yeah." Tang Muqing responded, glancing at the thermal bag Zhu Fu Jingguang was carrying, "I just sent a message asking them to add two more lunches, should they be delivered together, right?"

"It's delivered." Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded and placed the thermal bag on the coffee table in front of the sofa used for resting and entertaining guests. "Is it prepared for Conan and Xiaolan?"

Hearing this, Lan blinked and finally recovered from a strange curse from China, "I'm sorry to trouble Brother Tang Mu and Brother Xiaoyuan."

I forgot the time and even bothered the other party to help prepare lunch. This is really...

"Let's eat." Tang Muqing stood up and looked Zhu Fu Jingguang up and down, "Didn't you go out on field duty this morning?"

The police uniform shirt he was wearing was slightly wrinkled, and his elbows, shoulders, waist and knees were bent, and he looked like he had been sitting at his desk all morning.

"There are two disputes reported, violent crimes are not here." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled and couldn't help but rub his forehead, "It's really tiring to deal with case files on the computer all morning..."

Maybe it's because although the life of an undercover agent is stressful, it's not busy every day, or maybe it's because when I was an assistant, I spent every day enjoying the scenery on vacation, but I seemed a little unable to adapt to working in the Metropolitan Police.

Even though it has been almost a year, I still feel like I am being forced to go to work.

"I'm also very annoyed when working on the computer every day..." Tang Muqing responded and patted Conan on the head, "Let's go eat, but are you finished with your transcripts? When you're done, I'll contact the driver to take you back."

Hearing this, Xiaolan nodded and shook her head. She obediently sat Conan on the sofa and thanked him seriously, "Thank you, Brother Tang Mu, for the lunch, but we can go back by ourselves. I'll just take Conan back by bus."

"It's not good." Tang Muqing leaned on the sofa and prepared water glasses and tableware. He opened the lunch box and observed the food inside. His gentle voice seemed a bit lazy at this time, "Let the two underage children take the bus back by themselves." Home, my reputation for gentleness will be ruined."

Mao Lilan:......

"Brother Tang Mu actually doesn't need to be too gentle and considerate." Mao Lilan couldn't help laughing and looked at Tang Muqing with bright eyes, "If you are a familiar person, being too considerate will seem not close enough. And my father used to be here I have worked in the Metropolitan Police Department and I know all the police officers..."

It seems no different than going home.

Tang Muqing used chopsticks to pick out the soybeans in the lunch box one by one and put them on the napkin. He said softly: "No, although the distance is not too far, the security situation in Japan seems to be not very good recently..."

The Grim Reaper is on the line, and the crime rate has skyrocketed.

The high-temperature-resistant glass kettle was placed on the heating plate, and bubbles were bubbling. Roses and black tea were mixed together in the round belly, exuding a fragrant aroma.

"Then I'll trouble Brother Tang Mu." Mao Lilan smiled softly, poured tea for the people in front of him very sensibly, and finally looked at the lunch box in front of him.

Two rectangular lunch boxes and one round lunch box.

Half a box of rice, one meat and two vegetables, plus a portion of soup, and there was also fruit in a transparent box in the thermal bag.

Mao Lilan blinked, "Hey, it's Chinese cuisine!"

"Yeah." Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the meal prepared by the chef and then at Tang Muqing's meal. After thinking for a while, he moved the lunch box to the side, raised his chin towards Tang Muqing's bowl, and said in a gentle tone, "He doesn't like it. Japanese food, so I specially went to China to invite a chef.”

If you don’t like it, don’t like it. You can hire a chef, but why are the meals prepared differently? !

What he has here is small stir-fries, and Tang Muqing’s bowl has soybean stewed pork knuckles!

Tang Muqing silently put a shiny elbow into the Zhufu Jingguang bowl, and said in a helpless tone, "You don't follow the diet prescribed by the nutritionist..."

This kind of person who came out of the police academy and went undercover seems to be physically strong, but his work and rest are chaotic all year round and his spirit is tense, and his inner energy and energy have long been exhausted.

In other words, if you want to live a long life with the bottle of wine in front of you, you need to replenish it well, not a lot.

Xiaolan bit her sweet and sour pork chop and looked up at the interaction between the two men in front of her. She blinked her bright eyes and looked very excited.

Beside him, Conan was holding a bowl and drinking soup, with confusion in his heart and eyes.

So... Tang Muqing was indeed threatened by those two men in black, right?

It's impossible for such a gentle and considerate person to be a criminal, right?

or……

Or those two people secretly committed crimes while Tang Muqing was away and deceived Tang Muqing's feelings.

But... Tang Muqing has Mr. Obara by his side, what is his relationship with those two people?

friend? Not like that.

bodyguard? Even less like it.

Tang Muqing's lunch box seemed to be a little bigger than others. The meal, which was clearly enough for two people, was held in his hands and he ate it slowly and without any constraint, but not at all slow.

Twenty minutes later, Tang Muqing put down the tableware and wiped his mouth, satisfied, "I'm full."

Several people nearby put down their tableware in unison, staring at the lunch box with blank eyes, wondering what they were thinking about.

"I'll do it." Xiaolan watched Zhu Fu Jingguang stand up to clean up, and quickly took the tableware from the other person's hand and stood up, "Thank you, Brother Tang Mu, for the hospitality. I will take the lunch box home and clean it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan's eyes flickered.

After taking it back, cleaning it, and returning it, can we take the opportunity to visit Tang Muqing's house?

"No need, someone will take care of it later." Tang Muqing smiled helplessly, buttoned up the lunch box and stuffed it into a bag, put it on the coffee table and gave up. "It's better not to take my servant's job."

Mao Lilan was at a loss for a moment, then looked at Tang Muqing with her hands behind her back, "Then... then okay..."

I felt like I had done nothing. I even had a meal when I came to record my confession, and I had to take a car home later.

Weird.

Hearing this, Conan sighed in disappointment and looked up at Tang Muqing, wondering what he was thinking about.

The more we get along with him, the more I feel that Tang Muqing was threatened into riding the roller coaster.

But... what kind of criminal would take a man hostage and take him on a roller coaster?

Is your brain sick?

Could it be...

Conan's eyes fell on Tang Muqing's smiling face, and his heart sank slightly.

Oh, I almost forgot, there is also the word "Jie Se" after "Jie Cai".