Ke Xue world is not scientific.

The white horse is still young, just the age to do things, to add an appropriate amount of burden to the other party, and to train the little comrades.

If you can't stand this test, how can you get to a higher position in the organization?

Are you willing to be a driver for a lifetime like vodka! ?

Suzuki Yusuke completed the ideological education of Baima in his heart in an instant, while the other party was happily processing the ingredients at the moment.

After nearly half an hour of wind blowing, Suzuki Yusuke ran to take over the responsibility of the head chef.

Although there were only four of them here today, the remaining two were so passionate about their work that he couldn't find a reason to bring Gin over to help.

Smoke, smoke, smoke to death.

Knowing all day long to wait to eat ready-made.

Glancing at the back of Gin, Yusuke Suzuki picked out the hoof flower completely with a knife in his hand, and the remaining bones... take it back and give it to my dream.

It's so pitiful that the dog hasn't gnawed a bone when it grows so big.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and greeted Vodka, "Vodka, go look for pine cones in the woods over there, and get some for me if there are any."

"okay."

Vodka went excitedly.

Afterwards, Suzuki Yusuke looked at the lonely man who was still blowing the wind, "Gin, go and bring the pot here, and Baima clean up the stove."

Gin's figure froze for a long time, and the vodka didn't come back until the smoke completely burned out.

Looking back, Suzuki Yusuke was looking at him with an expression of 'you want to eat for free'.

So he turned and walked back to the car.

Chapter 677 Eat Hot Pot, Eat Hot Pot

Qin Jiu looks thin and fragile, and his output depends entirely on the gun, but it is still simple to move the pot.

Now they are not as casual as before. They have given up the traditional habit of building a stove with bricks and replaced it with new equipment. The charcoal they burn is all high-end products.

All kinds of pots and tableware are a bit high-end.

The key is that these things are not bought with vodka.

I don't know if this counts as consumption of public funds. Anyway, going out to kill people and set fires definitely doesn't use these things.

If one day he was not happy watching Gin, he would report to that person that Gin had a problem with his life style.Consumption of public funds has become extravagant.

Once the pan is on the rack, the rest is easy.

Naturally, Yusuke Suzuki didn't have the time to fry the hot pot bottom ingredients himself in advance, and bought them ready-made.

However, the vodka has not been bought with a pure Chinese flavor, so it needs to be processed again.

It's not troublesome, put chili pepper and various spices inside, pour butter into the pan, stir fry and add water, and it's done.

"Stay for an hour first."

Rolling up his sleeves, Suzuki Yusuke took out his cigarette and lit it, then walked aside to reply to Hui Yuanai's text message.

Confused Detective is still sluggish, but Dr. Ali can't sit still, and is going to take the children out for a while, and the time is set for this weekend.

Of course, if there are no accidents, there is a high probability that it will be tomorrow.

It is useless to resist Kexue time by not sleeping, Suzuki Yusuke has already tried it.

In such a world, you have to learn to adapt.

He himself just complained occasionally to have some fun for himself.

It's not impossible to follow along, just to follow the plot, anyway, he has now entered the quiet period of work again.

Speaking of expanding the action team, if there is no suitable candidate, he can't be blamed.

There is no news about Qin Jiu saying that he will arrange a new mission for him, so why not go out with his wife and post it by the way.

No, I still feel uncomfortable thinking about it.

After Belmode came back, he appointed to have a good interaction with Conan under the eyes of the other party.

Forget about Mao Lilan, he handles affairs in the rivers and lakes, and his family members are not involved.

Belmode's godson is Kudo Shinichi, what's the matter with you, Conan?

Suzuki Yusuke, who had cleared his mind, quickly sent an affirmative reply to his wife, then walked to the side of the pot to take pictures and planned to start mass sending.

"You have a soft spot for such boring things?"

At this time, sitting on the gin that was adding charcoal to the stove gave him a cool look.

"A boring person who doesn't know how to share."

Suzuki Yusuke put away his cell phone and sat down to warm himself.

The temperature on the mountain has dropped a little.

Seeing that Baima had finished his work, he ordered, "Baima, bring me a bottle of wine. You can do anything, but you can't make it."

"I know bro."

Baima's tone is different from that of vodka, with a helpless youthful feel.

And he can't adjust it well... Do you understand the gold content of no-recipe cocktails!

Wei Sparrow simply does not understand the satisfaction of drinking a new taste.

Baima went to get the wine, and the charcoal-filled gin glanced at Suzuki Yusuke without a trace.

Hmph, this guy is now able to stand on his own.

At this time, there was a commotion in the woods, and Vodka stepped out and regained freedom with fine leaves.

"Wei Que, I found a lot, if you want more, there are more."

Vodka was very excited, ran over and began to dig out his pockets, and took out seven or eight pine cones, large and small.

"Are these enough?"

"Enough is enough."

Suzuki Yusuke got up and supported Vodka's shoulders, "I made your favorite white meat with garlic paste, which will be yours later, and hoof flower soup. Although it is not spicy, the taste is really unique."

Just listening to the vodka, he couldn't stop drooling, but when he looked into the pot, there was nothing there. If it wasn't for the fact that there were no extra traces, he would have wondered if this group of people ate it first again.

Looking away, he asked enthusiastically, "Weique, how do you eat these pine nuts, sweet or spicy?"

eat?

Suzuki Yusuke thought about it for a while, and patted the other party's shoulder hard, "I prepared this for my squirrel. If you insist on eating it, then set it on fire and treat it as melon seeds."

Vodka: "???"

squirrel?

What squirrel?

Oh, I went in and worked for a long time, but it was not for us to eat?

But it's okay, there is no shortage of this.

Seeing the confusion on his face under the sunglasses, Yusuke Suzuki showed the movements of the rabbit ears with both hands, "The devil squirrel, the one with big ears, I also have a talking dog at home, do you want to come and see with me later?" ?”

Vodka subconsciously wanted to say, 'Yes, yes', but Gin's cold eyes had already swept over.

He had no choice but to laugh twice, "Forget it, wait for the next opportunity."

Coincidentally, the white horse also returned with the wine.

This guy often met with gin and vodka at the fourth base, and he knew what kind of wine the other party usually drinks, so he brought them here by the way.

The gin was the closest, so they got the wine first.

He directly gave Suzuki Yusuke a provocative look, as if to say, 'Your little brother still treats me like a big brother'.

Suzuki Yusuke chose to turn a blind eye, ran to his car and took out a box of boneless chicken feet soaked in the base, and brought it to the vodka.

Foodie vodka was captured instantly.

It may be that the taste of lemon is too strong, and the cold eyes of gin can't penetrate it at all.

Gaga nodded repeatedly after eating one, wanting to express that it was delicious, but her mouth couldn't come out, so it was a mess.

Two minutes later, Vodka finally realized that his elder brother was still sitting where he was, and hurriedly put a plate of chicken feet in front of Gin.

Oh, and I also need to help my eldest brother test the poison.

Vodka picked up the chopsticks and took another sip for himself, muttering, "Brother, it's no problem, it's always delicious."

Gin sighed inwardly and began to taste.

One mouthful of chicken feet and one mouthful of wine, the plate will soon be left with only soup.

There is no way, the plate is big, but there is only a little vodka in it, and he himself took a chopstick to test the poison.

Gin couldn't help but smacked his lower lip, which was a little aftertaste.

"I'll give you some more."

At this time, Suzuki Yusuke came over with a large spoon, and filled the spoonful with chicken feet.

Before leaving, he said, "Shouldn't I help you test the poison?"

Gin: "..."

The boneless chicken feet were quickly eaten up, and they drank a lot of wine. After chatting for about 20 minutes, Yusuke Suzuki began to put things into the pot.

All classic ingredients.

Starry night, cold wind howling.

Tokyo reveals the beauty of its own modern city at the foot of the mountain.

And on the mountain, the colors under the glowing firelight are not much inferior.

The steaming heat from the hot pot is enough to keep out the cold.

The tranquility that sometimes fluctuates from time to time is actually what Suzuki Yusuke pursued.