The sixth man of Conan's police academy

Chapter 662: Kudo House’s unprecedented crisis!
In the kitchen of Kudo's house, two men with focused expressions appeared.

Ritsu Sasashima swore that he was as focused as a bomb. While looking at the potato stew recipe he searched on Yahoo, he carefully handled the ingredients. He felt the touch of raw meat again after an unknown period of time, and he still felt nauseous. It even affects your appetite.

But as a professional cook, he had to overcome mental obstacles. With [-]% concentration and [-]% unprofessionalism, he began to give this mediocre piece of pork tenderloin the last taste of his life. The horse kills the chicken.

"Cooking wine, salad oil, starch... Well, if it's the right amount, it should be enough to add the same amount as the pork." Ritsu Sasashima muttered to himself while pouring the ingredients onto the pork tenderloin cut into chunks. According to the marinating time mentioned in the recipe, it takes 5 minutes, so there is no need to manage it at this time, just stir-fry the onions.

He added the shredded onions to the pan, and suddenly remembered that he had not put any oil, so he had to pick up the oil bottle and pour a little on it as quickly as possible. However, the strength of his wrist shaking was a bit strong, and the oil instantly The onion threads were drowned.

After Sasashima Ritsu stared at the fried onion shreds in the pot and pondered for a while, he felt that it was not a big problem. After all, there is a saying that if you put insoles in a frying pan and fry them, they will make the kid next door cry, so he said it There’s no telling if you can make a more delicious potato stew than the one in the recipe!
He carefully took out his mobile phone to record the time for marinating the pork, and when the five minutes were up, he poured the pork tenderloin that was as sticky as cement into the oil pan. In an instant, there was a strong reaction in the oil pan, so much so that he put his hand in the oil pan. The spatulas were thrown away.

Shuichi Akai, who had just put the last glass of water into the rice cooker, did not expect that a spatula would fall from the sky. He subconsciously reached out to catch it, and then turned his head to look at the unknown object that was splashing hot oil wildly out of the pot. He frowned and asked, "Are you sure this pot of food is edible?"

"Don't worry, it just doesn't look delicious at this stage. As long as the final seasoning is carried out, it will definitely taste delicious." Ritsu Sasashima has always been confident about his cooking skills. The main reason is that he smelled a fragrance, but he didn't know it. Yes, it was the aroma of fried onions. This was the first time he had smelled the aroma since making the dish, so he believed it would be a success this time.

He held a spatula in his left hand and a pot cover shield in his right hand, and began to stir the white cement in the oil pan. When he saw that the surface was slightly yellow, he immediately poured all the cut potatoes into it.

The potatoes that were not drained exploded the moment they entered the oil pan, not to mention the pork tenderloin covered in a lot of starch. The crackling sound made some people think that someone was setting off firecrackers at home. It was really festive.

While avoiding the damage caused by the hot oil splashing, Sasashima Ritsu poured in the sauce that he had prepared long ago, and also added a large piece of all-purpose curry cubes.Because he has heard a saying that there are two kinds of things in this world that cannot be unpalatable: one is curry-flavored food, and the other is fried food.

Therefore, as long as you combine curry and frying, the food you make will definitely be as delicious as Michelin.

But problems soon arose. What was originally like a pot of fried cement became weird with the addition of curry cubes. Akai Shuichi, who was standing a few meters away, vaguely noticed something was wrong. He always felt that he was in the place where he was now. The place is not the kitchen, but the toilet.

He complained secretly in his heart: I really can't believe Xiaolu's cooking skills. I feel that the "improvement" of Xiaolu's cooking skills in the past five years is not that his cooking skills have become better, but that his cooking skills have become more and more terrible. Increasingly lethal.

Bang!
A large piece of potato was wrapped in greasy curry sauce. It could no longer hold back in the hot oil pan. It screamed that it wanted to leave this world, soared into the sky and stuck directly to the white ceiling, leaving a puddle. Indescribable brown marks.

But just when Sasajima Ritsu was about to turn off the heat, he suddenly smelled a strange smell. He turned to look at the thick black smoke appearing above the rice cooker. When he noticed something was wrong, he immediately shouted: "Brother Hide, hurry up." run!!!"

Less than five seconds after saying these words, the black-smoking rice cooker, like the potatoes just now, flew into the sky and exploded to pieces. At the same time, there were also uncooked rice grains and glass shards, and the entire kitchen was instantly plunged into chaos. There was a mess, and the flames on the stove began to sweep away, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

Akai Shuichi didn't know why the rice cooker "committed suicide". He even wondered in his heart: Could it be that Judy didn't know how to cook and he found the wrong person to guide him?
But this was not the time to blame his teammates. He found the fire extinguisher as quickly as possible and started putting out the fire on the stove.Ritsu Sasashima, who is very professional in handling explosions, quickly closed the valve to eliminate the possibility of a secondary explosion.

Although the fire stopped spreading very well, the smoke alarm on the roof still worked. In an instant, the kitchen was flooded with water. The most terrible thing was that the pot of brown unknown objects exploded in all directions in the kitchen. Stained with curry smell.

At this time, coupled with the baptism of water, the painting style becomes more and more like a toilet. It is obviously the smell of curry, but under the influence of psychology, it always feels like the smell of 3-methylindole.

Haihara Ai, who was making dinner next door, suddenly shrank. She reached out to close the stove, picked up her hat and walked towards Kudo's house warily.Could it be that Rum discovered his identity and wanted to capture him, but was stopped by Mr. Akai?

So what should I do now? What should I do if Mr. Akai dies trying to save himself?
Haibara Ai's face turned ugly. Now that Brother Lu and Kudo were gone, he could only find a way to find out what happened.She picked up the baseball cap from the entrance and put it on her head, lowering the brim of the hat as she walked towards Kudo's house. When she opened the door and saw the scene inside, she was petrified on the spot.

Judy, who also felt that Xiu's cooking was unreliable, rushed to Yoneka Town as quickly as possible. However, she heard the sound of an explosion while parking the car. She was worried that something would happen and hurried to Kudo's house without taking out the car key. Then I saw a subtle scene.

The smoke alarm on the ceiling was constantly spraying water, and the ground was brown like sewer liquid, but the smell wafting was that of curry.The kitchen was in a mess, and the two culprits were kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered, not daring to speak.

Standing in front of the two of them was Hui Yuan Ai with his hands on his waist and an angry look on his face.Judy blinked twice and was a little confused. She never thought that Xiu could blow up the kitchen by making a meal - so how did he understand his two cups of rice and three cups of water?
(End of this chapter)