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Chapter 938 The Soul of Omurice
The steaming curry rice exudes an attractive aroma, stimulating people's taste buds.

The metal spoon made a crisp sound when it came into contact with the plate. Uncle Maori scooped up a spoonful of curry rice, blew it cool, and delivered it to his mouth.

"The taste of this curry is really good!" Uncle Maori was full of praise for this curry, "It's just like the one in a high-end restaurant!"

"The taste is really good." Guangyou nodded in agreement after taking a bite, and added, "The spiciness of the curry is just right."

"Yes." Uncle Maori took another bite and said after swallowing, "This kind of curry happens to be my favorite."

"But since it's spicy, you can't eat Conan." Guangyou glanced at Conan who was watching them eating, and said.

"Or your throat will hurt even more."

"." Conan glanced at Yu, and wanted to say "I know, thank you for reminding me", but due to his throat, he didn't speak.

"I'll make you a bowl of omelet later." Guangyou said while eating curry rice without noticing the expression on Conan's face.

"Hmm." Conan's expression became a little awkward after hearing this, but he still didn't speak because of his throat, and just responded.

"Mr. Akashi, your wife's cooking skills are really good." Xiaolan didn't pay attention to the details of the previous conversation, and she didn't think too much about it, so she praised her.

"Actually." Hiroto Akashi stopped his movements and explained, "I was the one who cooked this pot of curry. My wife died of illness three years ago today."

He said it very easily, but when everyone heard it, the atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.

"I'm sorry." Xiaolan apologized for her unintentional behavior of provoking this sad incident.

"It's okay." Akashi Hiroto smiled at Xiaolan, signaled her not to care, and said, "It's been three years, and I've already let go."

"That's why Mr. Akashi, you came to the tennis court in your memory because of this incident." Sonoko said halfway, but didn't continue.

It's really romantic to look for memories shared with your lover.

"However, when I was a tennis coach before, I also had the experience of making dishes according to the physical condition of the players."

Obviously not wanting to continue on this topic, Akashi Hiroto picked up the plate with curry rice and said to several people.

"So my cooking skills may be better than my wife's."

"So that's the case." Xiaolan and Yuanzi also understood this, so they didn't continue to ask, but followed the words.

"He said he had put it down long ago, but in fact." Guangyou lowered his head and ate the curry rice on the plate, shaking his head slightly.

"I'm going to deliver curry rice to my father now. If you haven't eaten enough and want to add another bowl, you can do it yourself." Akashi Hiroto smiled at several people and said.

"Please don't be polite, there is still a lot left in the pot, and I can't finish it myself."

"Okay." Uncle Maori replied.

After finishing speaking, Hiroto Akashi walked to the second floor with the dinner plate.

After Akashi Hiroto left, Sonoko sighed: "Mr. Akashi is really infatuated. It has been three years and he still hasn't forgotten his wife."

"It's a pity." Xiaolan's attention was completely different from Sonoko's, she sighed, "Mr. Akashi's wife got terminally ill at such a young age."

"That's right." Sonoko also sighed.

"Okay, you two concentrate on eating." Seeing the two of them like that, Uncle Mao Li waved his hand holding the chopsticks and said.

"Stop commenting on other people's families, after all, we have no ability to change."

"Of course, if you can bring Mr. Akashi's wife back to life, then pretend I didn't say that."

"Oh." Xiaolan and Yuanzi calmed down and lowered their heads to eat.

"Resurrect the dead?" Guangyou put the last bite of curry rice into his mouth, frowning and thinking about something.

In Itakura Zhuo's diary, the classic line of Sister Bei was mentioned:
"We are both gods and devils, and we want to turn back the tide of time and bring the dead back to life."

Why did Miss Bei go to Itakura Zhuo?
How to reverse the torrent of time?
How to bring the dead back to life?
If he can really bring the dead back to life, can he bring back Xiao Ai's parents, Miyano Koji and Miyano Elena?

This is what Guangyou was thinking at the moment.

For a few moments, Guangyou really wanted to see Sister Bei and the others succeed in "reversing the torrent of time and bringing the dead back to life".

Although Guangyou doesn't understand these things, he can guess how difficult it is to do this kind of thing.

Leaving aside whether it is possible to bring the dead back to life, even if it is possible, the Miyano couple have passed away for so many years, and the hope is probably very slim.

Perhaps, he thought too much.

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Ai noticed Guangyou's strangeness and asked softly.

"It's nothing." Guangyou shook his head when he came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "I just remembered the dream I had two days ago."

I still don't tell this girl about this kind of thing.

In case one day he can really bring Miyano and his wife back to life, let's talk about it at that time, and treat this girl as a surprise.

"Oh." Xiao Ai didn't ask too much.

"By the way, Xiao Ai, are you full?" Guangyou glanced at the empty plate in front of Xiao Ai, and asked, "Would you like another small bowl of omelet rice?"

"I'm already full." Xiao Ai shook her head, indicating that she didn't need it.

"Then you can help me later." After Guangyou finished speaking, he stood up from the ground holding his and Xiao Ai's empty plates.

After getting up, Guangyou looked at Conan and said, "Conan, wait a little longer, I'm going to prepare your omelet rice now."

Conan, whose throat was sore and swollen, could only respond with a nasal "hmm".

"That's just right." Uncle Maori finished the remaining curry rice in two or three bites, handed the empty plate to Guangyou, and said, "Guangyou, help me add another plate of curry rice."

"Father, are you too lazy to walk after just a few steps?" Xiao Lan looked at Uncle Mao Li and shook her head helplessly.

"Sister Xiaolan, it's okay, I just want to go to the kitchen, it's just a matter of convenience." Guangyou took the plate and walked into the kitchen with Xiaoai.

Walking into the kitchen, Guangyou first added a plate of curry rice for Uncle Mori and sent it out, then he returned to the kitchen and started to cook Conan's dinner.

Just now, Xiao Ai has already made the preparations before the cooking. As soon as Guangyou returns to the kitchen, he can make it directly.

The method of omelet rice is very simple, and the step of turning the egg over is more difficult.

That is to say, turn it over, and the eggs inside cannot flow out.

However, this is not a problem for Guangyou.

In fact, it is not difficult, just practice more.

Just that sentence: "There is no one else, but you are familiar with it."

Counting the time for fried rice and subsequent plate arrangement, it took Guangyou about 10 minutes to make this omelet rice.

"No, your omelet." Guangyou put the uncut omelet in front of Conan, and put a knife beside it.

The soul of omurice is the moment when you cut open the water polo-like egg covering the rice and see the egg liquid inside flow out.

And of course the soul must be felt by everyone!

Of course, this is only a secondary reason.

The most important thing is that the essence of omurice is locked in the egg skin, and the taste is the best when it is just cut.

After saying "Yeah", Conan picked up the knife and scratched lightly on the egg, the egg skin spread out naturally on both sides, and the egg liquid flowed down the egg skin.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance permeated the room.

(End of this chapter)