Mr. Killer next door to Detective Conan has a pot of Milanese flowers

After returning home, Songxue Yishang first let Gin put down the bag in his hand, and hurriedly held Gin's right hand to see if he was strangled by the handle of the bag.

It's not that Songxue Yishang worried too much, it's just that Gin Jiu brought back the two overweight bags with one hand on such a long road, saying that he was fine.

However, the surprise is that there are no strangle marks on Gin's right hand, and even the red mark is not seen, and the skin is smooth and feels super good~

Gin knocked on Songxue Yishang's head with his left hand: "Have you touched it yet?"

Songxue Yishang immediately withdrew her hand: "No...cough...I mean...as long as there is nothing on hand."

Then he ran to the kitchen as if fleeing, took out tea leaves and made a cup of strong coffee for gin.

Sitting on the sofa, Gin took a sip of coffee, which tasted pretty good.

After a while, Songxue Yishang leaned out of the kitchen wearing an apron, held a spatula and shouted at Gin: "If Kurosawa-kun feels bored, you can watch TV in the living room. There are some fruits and dried fruits in the refrigerator, red wine It's in the wooden box next to the refrigerator..."

Gin took another sip of coffee, his dark green eyes looked at the smoke wafting from the kitchen, and then at Song Xueyi, with a smirk: "Song Xueyi, I don't like to eat mushy dishes. "

Mushed vegetables?Wait... my food! Song Xueyi screamed after reacting, and then returned to his battlefield - the kitchen.

It was already 6:30 when Song Xueyi came out of the kitchen with the dishes on her hands, and Gin was lazily lying on the sofa, like a lazy lion holding a shivering...sheep...sheep doll.

It was supposed to be a cute scene, but why did the painting style become so cruel when I came to Kurosawa-kun...

The corner of Song Xueyi's mouth twitched, it must be an illusion...

Stewed beef, sweet and sour fish, mapo tofu, cold fungus, tomato and egg soup, standard Chinese four dishes and one soup.

Gin gave Song Xueyi all the milk he bought, and glanced at the dishes on the table: "Chinese food?"

It turns out that the milk was bought for me... Song Xueyi smiled, then sat up proudly, lifted the chopsticks in her hand, removed the belly of the sweet and sour fish and put it in a gin bowl: "Taste it. "

The word "expectation" was written in the black eyes, and Song Xueyi looked at Gin nervously.

When the fish enters the mouth, the sweet and sour taste blooms in the taste buds with a hint of spiciness, but without losing the deliciousness of the fish, it can be said to be extremely delicious.

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was still thinking about it, he knew that the guests' evaluation of the chef's dishes was as important as the boss's evaluation of the killer's.

Even if this point is excluded, Songxue Yishang is worthy of affirmation, and Gin has never been stingy in affirming talents.

"It's delicious." Gin replied truthfully.

After waiting for the answer, Songxue Yishang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Thank you for the compliment~ Let's eat quickly, the food is going to be cold."

Qin Jiu nodded, picked up a piece of beef and put it in Song Xueyi's bowl, and then took back his chopsticks to eat as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't the one who picked Song Xueyi's meat just now.

Song Xueyi froze for a moment, lowered her head slightly, then chuckled lightly, and said with an imperceptible sense of satisfaction: "Thank you..."

Thank you...Kurosawa-kun, you are the second person to bring me food...

The life in the orphanage is difficult, but the happiest moment is when eating with everyone. When everyone is busy grabbing food, Songxue Yishang always shrinks in the seat and does not move, carefully picking the rice in the bowl.

At this time, Dean Inoue will take a piece of meat from the plate and put it in the bowl on Song Xueyi...just like the gin at this time...

Qin Jiu keenly noticed Song Xueyi's emotional changes, but did not ask again.

Speechless silence spread between the two, but instead of embarrassment, there was a hint of warmth.

"Cough...cough cough..." The sudden cough broke the silence, Song Xueyi looked up and saw that the gin green eyes sitting opposite were full of puzzlement, and her lips were covered with spicy oil stains, fiery red fiery red.

After drinking a glass of water, Qin Jiu frowned and pointed to the tofu in front of him: "What is this?"

Songxue Yishang calmly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with a happy face: "This is mapo tofu~ Is Kurosawa-kun afraid of spicy food?"

For a long time, under suspicious silence, Qin Jiu said nonsense without changing his face: "I don't eat tofu."

"Oh...then I won't make tofu next time." Song Xueyi believed Gin's nonsense without hesitation.

Facts have proved that Songxue Yishang is a fool...

After dinner, Song Xueyi cleaned up the dining table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Gin sat leisurely on the sofa and ate the dark chocolate cookies Song Xueyi made.

"Clatter, clack!" A series of voices came from the kitchen, followed by someone's cry of pain...

Gin wiped the cookie residue on his hands with a paper towel, and walked to the kitchen calmly, this idiot...

As expected, Song Xueyi squatted on the ground, and threw the fragments of the dinner plate on the ground into the trash can one by one with delicate hands.

Qin Jiu lit a cigarette, frowned fiercely, grabbed Song Xueyi's wrist, took away the fragments in his hand, and pulled him up.

"Kurosawa-kun?" Songxue Yishang felt that the other party seemed a little angry, so she had to speak cautiously.

Qin Jiu clicked his tongue lightly, a little sullenly: "Don't you know how to use a broom? Are you not afraid of getting hurt?"

Song Xueyi gave a dry laugh and waved her hand: "No."

"Heh, then what's on your left hand?" Qin Jiu's eyes became colder.

Song Xueyi lowered her head and looked at her left hand, it was really... really slapped... it was actually scratched...

This kind of small wound is nothing to Gin, but when this small wound appeared on Song Xueyi's body, Gin felt that it was an eyesore, and even irritated for no reason...

Suppressing a certain emotion rising in his heart, Gin used the medical kit at Song Xueyi's home to skillfully treat Song Xueyi's wound briefly.

Song Xueyi looked at Gin Jiu who was entangled and irritable because of such a trivial matter, and couldn't help laughing, and then got a cold look from Gin Jiu: "What's so funny?"

"It's nothing..." Song Xueyi tilted her head.

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke was hazy, covering the complicated look in his eyes: "There won't be a next time..."

The author has something to say: Gin: Is the second in command of my organization in black afraid of spicy food?

Mapo Tofu: Look at me and say it again.

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Little angels, please collect <(￣3￣)>