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

"Conan, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaolan found Conan sitting on the stairs with a red face in a daze on the second floor of the hotel. She couldn't help but go over and pat his head. She looked at Conan curiously, "Brother Tang Mu, haven't you woken up yet?"

First, Tang Muqing came back to rest, then Mr. Amuro came to look for him after finishing his work, and never came back. Conan came to look for him, and he never came back.

Hearing this, Conan nodded slowly, "Wake up."

After saying this, Conan shook his head again, "But he doesn't seem to be awake."

I woke up and heard voices, but I didn’t seem to wake up. I was...

"Huh? Are you staying in bed?" Xiaolan looked at Conan doubtfully, and then asked after thinking about it: "What about Mr. Amuro?"

Conan came back to his senses and looked at Xiaolan who was about to speak, "Just... Brother Tang Mu may need someone to stay in bed with him."

Xiaolan:......

Oh, not suitable for children.

Xiaolan rubbed her hot cheeks and looked at Conan again, "So you entered the house? You haven't knocked on the door yet?"

"No way!" Conan's eyes widened and he looked back at the corridor.

He obviously planned to eavesdrop, but he heard an ambiguous sound coming from the door panel and Tang Muqing's low whisper with a smile.

This is a bit too painful for a high school student turned elementary school student!

"Oh." Xiaolan responded, sitting on the stairs hugging her legs, looking blankly at the stairs below, "That's it..."

Conan turned his head and looked at Xiaolan, "Sister Xiaolan, you..."

Before Conan could ask anything, some footsteps appeared on the stairwell behind him.

Tang Muqing changed his clothes at some point, leaning against the door frame and looking at the two children, "It's dinner time."

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "Okay, Brother Tang Mu, you..."

She tilted her head and looked at the marks on Tang Muqing's neck, wondering: "Were you... beaten by Mr. Amuro?"

She is almost an adult, not a child, but...

This looks like the handprint left after someone pinched your neck and almost squeezed it to death, right?

Beside, Conan looked up with doubts in his eyes.

Isn’t it said that two people are in love and the night is long?

It had only been more than an hour since I came to find Tang Muqing, and...

Why pinch someone if they are in love?

"Well, I made him angry." Tang Muqing smiled helplessly and said softly: "The chef in this hotel is not very good, so... Xiaolan, can you help make some warm soup?"

Xiaolan nodded and asked doubtfully, "What about Mr. Amuro?"

"Mr. Amuro... got angry and went out to relax." Tang Muqing hesitated and sighed helplessly, "It's okay, I will coax him well tonight."

Xiaolan nodded thoughtfully and followed Tang Muqing towards the kitchen.

It's like a family hotel, and the kitchen seems to be shared.

With a bright smile on her face, the proprietress greeted the sponsor in front of her without any hesitation. Thinking of the contract signed yesterday, her heart bubbling with joy, "There are all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen, you can use them as you like!"

It's great that this hotel is sold at such a price!

The landlady left happily, leaving the kitchen to the group of people staying.

Xiaolan looked through the food in the refrigerator, then looked at Tang Muqing and asked, "Is there anything that Brother Tang Muqing doesn't like?"

"There are a lot of onions, ginger, garlic and onions. I don't like to eat them." Tang Muqing frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Just...can you not make one cabbage into four dishes? I don't like it very much." Cold cabbage, boiled cabbage and pancake-shaped cabbage.”

Stir-frying is acceptable, but this Japanese cooking method...

Forget it, even Cabbage despises his death as worthless.

Having said this, Tang Muqing paused, "I don't want to drink miso soup that is no different from pot water."

Xiaolan:......

Xiaolan Doudou looked at Tang Muqing, "Ah this..."

that……

Xiaolan thought for a while, "Tempura? Sushi? Sashimi?"

Tang Muqing couldn't say anything, "Then...I said, you can do it, is that okay?"

It's hard to explain. Will he have to take a cook with him when he goes out in the future?

Thinking of this, Tang Muqing turned his head and glanced in the direction of the stairs.

How about opening a cooking training class and sending Zhu Fujingguang Jianggu Ling there for training?

As for Xiaolan...

Forget it, Xiaolan is not yet an adult and already has to worry about the older one and the younger one. There is no need, then the two men, one older and one younger, can survive on anything they eat.

"Okay." Xiaolan nodded and stepped away from the refrigerator, "Brother Tang Mu, let's take a look at the ingredients, but...does Brother Tang Mu really remember the recipe?"

At the end, Xiaolan's tone was a little hesitant, and she seemed to be very distressed.

Tang Muqing reached out and took out various ingredients from the refrigerator and put them together in twos and threes. "Remembering the recipes tests my memory, but cooking..."

Xiaolan tilted her head in confusion, "What is the test?"

Anyway, she knows how to cook, and she doesn’t find it difficult to cook.

"It's my life." Tang Muqing had no expression on his face. He used a small plate to put the dishes together, and even found a small plate to separate out the sauces that needed to be used. "I don't get along with the kitchen, it's Chinese." As the culture says...Kneel me."

"Is it killing you?"

The blond-haired man appeared at some point and skillfully took the vegetables, washed them and cut them into pieces, but he couldn't help but complain, "Compared with the harm the kitchen has done to you, I think you can't defeat the kitchen."

In other words, the right to use the kitchen at home is not in Tang Muqing's hands, otherwise the apartment building has been bombed and rebuilt many times.

Ginjiu was still running outside every day to find the source of weapons, so why not let Tang Muqing go to the target's home to cook a meal.

Tang Muqing stepped back with great self-knowledge and handed over the kitchen to professionals, "I will not admit mistakes. If there is a problem, then first doubt whether there is really a problem in a place like the kitchen."

Jiang Guling raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Muqing coldly, suppressing the anger in his heart and continued cooking.

Although I knew that Tang Muqing was acting as a primary school student outside the school who seemed to have a bit of a secret, we couldn't be that close to him, right?

Sticking next to him, lowering her voice and whispering in a seductive and gentle voice, with a strong scent of incense on her body, isn't this...

Isn't this just seducing people? !

After seducing someone, he pushed him away with a gentle face and asked him to use a bomb to blow up the public house. I have never seen such an outrageous person!

Amidst the indignant sounds of Jiang Gu Ling chopping vegetables, a woman walked in from outside the door and said with a gentle smile, "Do you need help? There is nothing in the clinic."

Xiaolan's eyes lit up, "It's you, Doctor Chengshi. We plan to cook Chinese cuisine today. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Bang bang—"

Jianggu Ling's chopping sounds became louder and his face became darker!

Here comes another one!

Doesn't Tang Muqing really feel that his life is so crowded that he has no place to stay? ! ,