Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

The three of them walked to the ramen restaurant. Zhufu Gaoming ordered a bowl of soba noodles, Uehara Yui ordered char siu noodles, and Lin Xiaochen didn't know what to order, so he ordered the same as Zhufu Gaoming.

In the steaming noodle shop, Lin Xiaochen gently took off the scarf around his neck, folded it carefully and placed it on his knees.

The noodle shop was filled with thick mist, mixed with the tempting aroma of various delicacies. This warm and comfortable atmosphere seemed to have a magical power that gradually calmed Lin Xiaochen's restless heart.

After a while, a bowl of steaming ramen was brought to Lin Xiaochen.

He specifically asked the boss to add twenty times more chili peppers, and the noodles in the bowl were covered with a thick layer of bright red chili pepper powder, which looked particularly tempting.

Lin Xiaochen picked up the chopsticks skillfully, mixed the noodles and chili powder evenly, and then began to enjoy it slowly.

He ate in a very elegant and gentle manner, enjoying every bite, without showing the slightest sign of eagerness or embarrassment.

However, this action was interpreted completely differently by others such as Uehara Yui - they thought that Lin Xiaochen did not seem to be very interested in this bowl of ramen, and might not even have any appetite at all.

The shop owner asked: "Sir, do you think the noodles are not tasty?"

Lin Xiaochen raised his face: "No, it's delicious."

"Lin, are you feeling unwell?" Uehara Yui looked at him, "You look listless."

Zhu Fu Gaoming also looked concerned: "Lin, if you are not feeling well, don't force yourself to stay awake. Go back and rest early."

Lin Xiaochen was a little puzzled, and the system's voice appeared in his mind at the right time.

[Host, cultural differences, cultural differences.]

[You have to make some noise when eating ramen in Japan, otherwise people will think the ramen is not tasty. 】

Lin Xiaochen was silent for a moment. The dining table rules he had followed for thirty years taught him that it was impolite to make noise while eating.

So, without explaining, he slurped the noodles loudly, and after swallowing, he said to the others, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something. Boss, can you give me some more chili? I can eat spicy food."

The boss immediately smiled heartily: "Of course, give it to the boy, add as much as you want."

As he spoke, he handed Lin Xiaochen a can of chili powder. Lin Xiaochen took it and sprinkled it into the bowl without hesitation.

The boss was not angry when he saw him act like this: "Haha, young man, this is the chili powder I made myself, it's much spicier than the ones sold outside."

Lin Xiaochen didn't believe it and sprinkled it anyway. Then he mixed the chili powder and sipped it loudly.

"It smells so good!"

The spicy taste stimulates the tip of your tongue, and the burnt chili powder mixed with the unique fragrance of sesame fills your entire mouth along with the noodles, whetting your appetite.

Sure enough, this level of spiciness is considered spicy.

Lin Xiaochen thought about it and smiled friendly at the shop owner: "It's delicious, boss."

The boss looked at the half-empty chili powder and was not angry. He laughed and said, "This young man really likes spicy food. He is like an old friend of mine. He told me the recipe of this chili."

"Really? Which old friend of yours is really good at eating?" Lin Xiaochen praised.

...

The three of them finished their noodles and left the noodle shop.

Lin Xiaochen only felt his whole body getting warm. He wrapped his scarf loosely around his neck and put his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, strolling leisurely, just like a student running out of school for a stroll.

The three of them did not drive when they came, and now that they were warm, they just walked and talked on the road.

Yui Uehara was holding an exquisite wooden food box, which contained two bowls of steaming noodles. One bowl was prepared for Yamato Gansuke, and the other bowl was specially brought for Hiyori Quantum who was locked in the interrogation room.

Although she was not completely sure whether this bowl of ramen could make Hiyori Quantum change her mind and speak, Uehara Yui really couldn't bear to see the little girl being locked up alone in the cold interrogation room - even if she was one of the perpetrators in this case.

At this moment, a crisp sound of horse hooves came from the woods. Lin Xiaochen was immediately very curious and could not help turning his head frequently, casting his gaze towards the dense forest.

Seeing this, Zhu Fu Gao Ming, who was standing by, took the initiative to explain to him, "Don't be surprised, those are candidates for the Yabusame archery who are undergoing training. In Nagano, a grand sacrificial ceremony is held every year in late autumn."

"Oh, I see." Lin Xiaochen looked as if he had suddenly realized something.

——In fact, I have never heard of what Yabusame is.

"But, are all the events in Nagano held at this time?"

"It would have been earlier in previous years, but the sacrificial site was burned down by a forest fire, so it was postponed." Zhu Fu Gaoming closed his eyes slightly, "Come to think of it, that case hasn't been resolved yet."

Uehara Yui was about to raise questions when she heard this, but she saw the hint in Zhufu Gaoming's eyes and immediately fell silent.

Lin Xiaochen was completely unaware: "Even if there is a result in a case handed over to the police, it won't be announced - speaking of which, the police steal cases too often."

Zhu Fu Gaoming's eyes flickered and he smiled slightly: "Oh? Why do you say that? I only remember that the police only need to handle one case."

His voice was calm and gentle, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

Lin Xiaochen reacted after hearing what he said and smiled as he told the story of what happened in Tokyo. However, he did not hide the scene of Changshan Zhan'nan's death.

Zhu Fu Gaoming narrowed his eyes slightly, and then a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Uehara Yui knew Zhufu Gaoming better than Lin Xiaochen. Seeing this, she immediately thought of something and changed the subject: "I wonder if this year's Yabusame shooter is Uncle Kai. I remember that the Torada family has been eyeing that spot."

"The Hutian family?" Lin Xiaochen tried hard to recall his memories of this family. "Oh! Now I remember which family they had a grudge against..."

Seeing that Lin Xiaochen finally remembered, Uehara Yui nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it's their family. I heard that the two families have been at odds with each other since their ancestors, and it's even more so now. But the interesting thing is that although on the surface everyone dislikes each other, they still seem to have some dealings in private."

Then, Yui Uehara began to talk endlessly about the complicated love and hatred between the families. She was very devoted to the story, as if she had experienced it herself.

Lin Xiaochen listened with great interest, occasionally interjecting a few words to express his own opinions.

Zhu Fu Gaoming walked quietly aside, watching the two of them talking and laughing, but his eyes became increasingly sharp as he stared at Lin Xiaochen.