Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 167 Conan: It's really delicious!

"Here's some fresh pig's blood I got at the slaughterhouse."

"Separate the water out of it by centrifugal force."

As the motor of the kitchen centrifuge stopped rotating, Ryohei Matsumoto took out the cup of the centrifuge, walked to the nearby operating table, and carefully poured the turbid liquid floating on the upper layer into a glass dish.

"In these clear liquids, tomato is added to flavor and drizzled over cooked ingredients."

"Everyone must fall in love with its wonderful taste."

Ryohei Matsumoto concentrated on drawing the crystal clear secret juice in the glass dish on the 11 main courses, adding a mysterious artistic color to the already delicate and delicious dishes.

"Finish."

The last plate of children's meals consumes the last drop of the secret sauce in the glass.

Ryohei Matsumoto handsomely pulled the vessel upwards, breaking the thread of the juice, and Mori Ran and Aso immediately applauded next to him.

Pop, pop, pop—

"Mr. Matsumoto is really an artist when he cooks. If he does a food show, it will definitely be a big hit!"

Mao Lilan's words were not complimenting Matsumoto Ryohei, but Matsumoto Ryohei smiled and shook his head.

"I don't like the kind of fodder-making shows that are performative."

Mao Lilan and Aso really squeezed out the peas' eyes at the same time.

Feed Mr. Matsumoto's evaluation of TV food is really sharp.
Seven o'clock sharp.

On the European-style long table, the 11-person dinner officially began.

On the host seat at one end of the long table, Daisuke Torakura was still wearing the Vampire Earl's robe with a stand-up collar, and held up the red wine glass in his hand.

"Friends from afar, let's have a toast together!"

At the suggestion of the host, those who can drink drink together, and those who cannot drink take a symbolic sip of juice.

Putting down the juice in his hand, Conan looked at the delicacies on the table and swallowed reluctantly.

In fact, just after five o'clock in the afternoon, Conan sneaked into the kitchen to take a peek several times, concerned about the progress of the dinner.

The body of a child does not resist hunger.

But now when the food was actually served, Conan was a little reluctant to eat it.

Because these dishes are made so much like a beautiful work of art!

Whether it is the exquisiteness of the plate arrangement or the color and fragrance of the dishes themselves, it is no less than any top restaurant I have ever been to as Kudo Shinichi.

According to a more futuristic statement, such dishes must be photographed before they can be eaten.

At this time, Kogoro Mori, who was sitting across from him, was already feasting.

"Really delicious!"

“This dish is delicious!”

Not only Mori Kogoro, but also everyone else in the room gave out approving voices frequently after tasting the first bite.

So, Conan couldn't wait to use a fork to pick up the meat that was specially cut into small pieces and put it in his mouth.

The delicious gravy with a touch of tomato flavor bursts in the mouth, and the delicious happiness comes from the taste buds, instantly enveloping Conan's whole body.

Wow!
It's really delicious!
Conan had a happy smile on his face.

However, at this moment when everyone is enjoying the happiness of being a carnivore, there seems to be a "herbivore".

Qin Zhibo's fork didn't touch the main dish on the plate, but kept swimming back and forth between the vegetable salad and dessert.

Looking diagonally across from Qin Zhibo who was "eating grass", Matsumoto Ryohei had a smile on his face.

Ryohei Matsumoto aimed his fork at a piece of meat on his plate, and lifted the piece of meat to his face.

There was a little bit of gray-green spice powder on it.

This is the process of dipping raw meat in raw powder, adding a little spice powder to the raw meat, sticking to the meat for frying.

And out of all 11 entrees on the table, only one was prepared this way.

But when the dish was about to be served, in order to pursue the harmony of the plate, Matsumoto Ryohei randomly placed a piece of meat in that portion on the top of another main dish.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Qin Zhibo's main course had a piece of meat covered with spice powder.

Satisfied with wine and food, everyone sat on the sofa and tasted the rosemary tea brought by Ryohei Matsumoto.

"This tea smells so good!"

"And the dinner just now was delicious too."

Facing Mao Lilan's praise, Matsumoto Ryohei smiled back and said bluntly: "Today's dinner is not perfect..."

Mao Lilan didn't understand what Matsumoto Ryohei meant by "perfect", and continued to praise: "It's already very good! Your cooking skills are no less than that of professional chefs in big restaurants!"

In fact, Matsumoto Ryohei is aware of his recent great progress in cooking.

Since leaving his job as a housekeeper, Ryohei Matsumoto has more time and private space to study what touching dishes are.

Especially under the threat of death from prions, how to produce satisfying high-quality goods with a very limited amount of meat has become one of the important research topics of Matsumoto Ryohei during this period.

At this time, Kogoro Mori on the other side of the sofa spoke.

"Mr. Matsumoto's dishes are really delicious, but there is one shortcoming."

"That's because the quantity is too small, haha!"

Mori Kogoro teased with interest, and Conan next to him rolled his eyes at Mori Kogoro.

Really. Didn't you eat Qin Zhibo's share?

On the sofa beside the round table, Daisuke Torakura took a last sip of the rosemary tea in the cup, winked in Kogoro Mori's direction, and then stood up.

"I still have some manuscripts to finish this month, so I'll go back to my study first."

"Everyone, please stay with me."

After Daisuke Torakura left, everyone started looking for their own after-dinner entertainment.

Etsuko Torakura sat at the bar and smoked silently.

Toshiya Tasho pushed the cart and was busy doing housework in the villa.

Kogoro Mori focused on the first person who needed to be ruled out as an affair—editor Fumio Doi, and he sat on the sofa at the round table to get close.

And the rest make classic poker the go-to for entertainment.

Ryohei Matsumoto and Aso actually joined the game, and they just made a table with Curran's combination and folklore researcher Hamura Shuichi.

Knowing Mao Lilan's lucky value, Qin Zhibo, who didn't want to be bored, chose to watch the battle.

In the process of playing cards, Mao Lilan suddenly asked curiously: "Mr. Hamura, Desura is actually a fabricated character, right?"

Hideichi Hamura raised his pince-nez and answered rigorously like a scholar: "That's right, Count Desura is actually a monster invented in a novel published by the British writer Bram Stoker in 1897."

"However, according to the legend, in medieval Europe, there were indeed cruel acts like this vampire count."

"So there are not a few people who believe in the existence of vampires."

As soon as Hamura Shuichi finished speaking, Conan, who wanted to cure Mao Lilan of being afraid of gods and ghosts, began to popularize science.

"Sister Xiaolan, the so-called vampire is actually human rabies, because the symptoms of both are very similar."

"Photophobia, fear of irritating odors, pale complexion, desire to bite, infection after being bitten, etc."

"It's just that the source of these symptoms could not be diagnosed in the era of underdeveloped technology at that time, so they became vampires in a daze."

"Right? Uncle Qin?"

After the science popularization, in order not to be suspected, Conan chose to turn the conversation to Qin Zhibo who was aside.

But Qin Zhibo replied two words in a daze.

"wrong."

　Thanks for the reward after twilight!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)