I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 291 Satisfaction is actually very simple

Mingmei chatted with Guangyou a lot, from daily chores to Xiaoai's daily life.

Guangyou has a selective memory, he remembers everything related to Xiao Ai every day, although he can't tell all the details.

Every scene in the memory is worth remembering by Guangyou for a lifetime.

In this world, he experienced a new sense of boat that he had never experienced before.

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Ai came back with a lot of ingredients.

After entering the door, Xiao Ai put the ingredients into the kitchen, then came out and said angrily to Guangyou: "The kitchen is yours, go quickly."

Guangyou nodded, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

The two sisters continued to chat, and Guangyou in the kitchen was handling the ingredients with a smile.

The laughter of the two sisters came from the ear, which made Guangyou very satisfied.

Someone at home can wait for you to go home and pour you a cup of hot tea when you get home. Compared with these, money seems a bit cheap.

Satisfaction is actually very simple, and this is actually enough.

Some people say that the mood when cooking can affect the taste of the dishes. Guangyou does not know if it is true or not, but Guangyou knows that he is serious about cooking, and he wants to present a long-lost meal to the two.

The news to Mingmei was also a Valentine's Day gift from Guangyou. Although it was a bit late, Mingmei looked very happy.

About an hour and a half later, Guangyou came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

"Come, come, let's eat."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was still very good, the three chatted and told jokes while eating.

Guangyou didn't cook much, and the three of them ate just right.

Meals and dishes run out quickly during this happy hour.

"Xiao Ai, are you going to live with Sister Mingmei tonight?"

"Can you?"

"of course."
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After going down the apartment building, Guangyou reconfirmed that the neighborhood was safe, and then he really left the neighborhood.

It was getting late, Guangyou was going to go back to the office directly.

According to Conan's IQ, the case should have ended.

Guangyou stayed downstairs in the office for a while, and then went upstairs directly.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Conan walked in.

"All the dossiers that uncle had been in contact with were taken away, and they were returned to the Metropolitan Police Department last night."

Conan walked in with a serious expression on his face.

Guangyou lay on the bed and waved his hands: "I see."

"What's your attitude?"

Conan was a little disgusted with Guangyou's relaxed expression, "This thing is probably done by that organization, and it probably means that they might take action against Uncle and Xiaolan!"

Guangyou sat up and looked at him seriously: "I know, but what can you do?"

"You still don't know their lair, you don't know their power composition, even the peripheral members, you can even say that there is no list, right?"

Conan was silent and nodded: "You're right, I can't seem to do anything."

Conan's body shook a little, and he lay on the bed weakly.

"I'm still saying that I'm a detective and how good I am, but I don't know anything and can't do anything."

"It's not your fault, you still have to pay attention to you, don't rush up to solve the problem by yourself just because you are in the top, I have said it many times."

Guangyou comforted.

Conan nodded.

Guangyou knew that the vaccination was useless, but he still had to discuss this with Conan first.
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In a small alley downstairs of the office, a man wearing a knitted hat slowly came out of the shadows.

He took out the match and lit a cigarette for himself. With the faint light from the match, the man saw a piece of paper on the ground.

There were a few lines written on the paper. The man squatted down after glancing at the office. When he saw the words on the paper clearly, his pupils shrank sharply.

The man picked up the piece of paper, even though he was usually calm, his face changed slightly after seeing the title on the paper.

On the paper was written "It's been good, Your Majesty."

There were only a few words, the first four words were no different, but the latter title sent a shivers down his spine.

"The handwriting is not hers."

The man said intently, "Could it be that they have completely grasped my tracks?"

"The more you look at it, the more it looks like the handwriting of that person last time."

He didn't believe that this paper was written to him by the person he thought, but it was like the person who installed a monitor in his car last time.

Guess is right, the person he was thinking of was lying comfortably in the office next to him.

"It's time to eat!"

Outside the door, Xiaolan greeted her for dinner.

Although Guangyou ate, his stomach told him he could still eat,

Uncle Maori won the second prize on a rare occasion, clamoring for steak at night, and now he is still showing off to his friends outside.

Xiaolan always had a smile on her face, Uncle Mao Li was rarely so happy, and Xiaolan agreed to let him drink a little wine.

There was a steak on the table, and Guangyou hadn't eaten yet, but just from the arrangement and color of the steak, it could be seen that it definitely did not belong to the so-called high-end restaurant.

Xiaolan is very virtuous, gentle, and kind to people, which is why Guangyou feels relieved, of course he knows who the person who took the file is, and that person will not harm the angel in her eyes.

"How does it taste?" Xiaolan asked, taking off her apron and holding her hands.

"It's delicious, better than those restaurants outside."

Guangyou praised sincerely.

After Xiaolan heard the compliment, she narrowed her eyes with a smile, and then she began to eat together.

Conan on the table was eating, but he was preoccupied.

Obviously, he didn't let go of it completely.

After eating for a while, Uncle Mao Li came back with a bottle of red wine, and after sitting down, he began to show off to Guangyou and the others how accurate his vision was.

How to choose the horses that can win from among the many horses.

He also said that Guangyou usually failed to tease him, but this time he slapped Guangyou in the face and asked Guangyou how he felt.

Guangyou didn't say anything, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At the dinner table, it was supposed to be fun, but after Uncle Mao Li came, it turned into Uncle Mao Li's bragging session.

After drinking some wine, Uncle Mao Li could see a little drunk on his cheeks: "What kind of detective! I believe that my name, detective Mori Kogoro, can become a billionaire by betting on horses!"

Guangyou, who couldn't stand it anymore, finished the steak and side dishes on the plate, told Xiaolan and went back to the room.

It's better to pass the time at night, read a book, look up at the starry sky and pretend to be deep, and then lie on the bed with your eyes closed and wait for the next day.

The night is always mysterious, many things happen in the night.

In a high-end apartment, the feasting and feasting of the city can be seen through this floor-to-ceiling window.

The light in the apartment was not turned on, and the faint light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows was the only light in the room. Under the light was a pair of white slender hands.

The owner of those hands shook a wine glass with a rather graceful movement, and the blood-like scarlet liquid swirled in the wine glass.

The faint light shone on the woman's mouth, and the lipstick reflected a charming light.

The sexy lips sipped the red wine lightly.

"I don't know what my angel is doing now."

"And where is that damned person?"

When she said this, she gritted her teeth, and she could see that she was very resentful towards the person in her mouth.

The woman suddenly sighed, got up and walked towards the bedroom of the apartment.

(End of this chapter)