Conan’s Devil Child Comes To the World

Meihuacho Commercial Street

"Mitsuhiko, why hasn't the restaurant you mentioned arrived yet? My stomach is about to go flat!"

"Yuantai, just bear with me a little longer~ Cross the intersection in front of you and walk a few more steps."

Mitsuhiko first comforted Yuanta, who had begun to complain, and then said in a tempting tone: "The food in that restaurant is really delicious, even better than the food made by Sister Yuhua! And the price is also very cheap and economical. It's affordable, and you're sure to love that restaurant."

Seeing Mitsuhiko's sworn appearance, Yuanta regained her energy and walked towards the crossroads ahead.

Suzuki Seimei and the others also showed some expressions of anticipation. After all, Kurosaki Yuka's cooking skills are comparable to that of a professional chef, and it is even better than the food she cooks. The chef of that restaurant must have two brushes.

Under the leadership of Mitsuhiko, Suzuki Seimei and the others walked more than 300 steps, and finally stopped at the entrance of a small private hotel.

"Xingping Hotel?"

Looking at the four big characters on the hotel plaque, Suzuki Seimei felt inexplicably familiar, and followed Mitsuhiko into the hotel.

(╯▽╰) So fragrant~~

As soon as he walked into the hotel lobby, the smell of egg fried rice wafted into his nostrils, causing Liu Xiaozi to swallow unconsciously.

At this time, there were already more than ten guests in the restaurant, but these guests did not eat, but gathered around the cooking table.

Suzuki Seimei and the others also approached curiously. Behind the cooking table, two chefs in white aprons were concentrating on stir-frying the egg fried rice in front of them.

One of them was a middle-aged man with a mustache, with dark red shoulder-length hair tied into a single ponytail.

The other is a red-haired boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, who looks a bit like a middle-aged man. It is obvious that they should be a father and son.

But what caught Suzuki Seimei's attention the most was the three characters "Sign in" suspended above their heads.

"Swish..."

In the eyes of everyone's expectations, the two fathers and sons completed the cooking almost at the same time, and put the two plates of egg fried rice with bursts of aroma and flavor, and placed them on the cooking table.

"Please taste!"

The middle-aged man untied the hair tie on his head and said to the short-haired beauty sitting in front of the cooking table.

"Please use!"

The red-haired boy immediately loosened the white bandage on his forehead, pointed to the egg fried rice he made, and made a gesture of please.

"I'm gonna start now!"

The short-haired beauty picked up the spoon, first took a bite of the egg fried rice made by the red-haired boy, and tasted it carefully.

Feeling the fragrance bursting out of her mouth and the right taste, the short-haired beauty unconsciously narrowed her eyes, showing a satisfied expression.

After the short-haired beauty tasted the egg fried rice made by the red-haired boy, she immediately picked up the spoon and took a bite of the egg fried rice made by the middle-aged man.

?(????ω????)?

The moment she entered the egg fried rice, the pretty face of the short-haired beauty instantly turned red, and she only felt that the continuous fragrance was constantly invading her mouth, making her feel an unimaginable sense of pleasure.

? ? ?

Under Suzuki Seimei's strange gaze, the short-haired beauty who was tasting egg fried rice suddenly clamped her two long legs that were as white as ivory, and couldn't help rubbing them together, and a strange cry came out of her mouth.

What the hell!

Shouldn't there be computer accessories added to this plate of egg fried rice?

Haibara Ai and the others saw such a violent reaction from the short-haired beauty. Although they felt a little strange, they were looking forward to the food here more and more.

After the short-haired beauty gradually regained her composure from the pleasure brought by the egg fried rice, she pointed to the egg fried rice made by the middle-aged man and said, "The egg fried rice made by the boss is better!"

"The winner is decided!"

"Sure enough, the boss won again."

"Ginger is still old and spicy!"

Compared to Suzuki Seimei and the others who came here for the first time, the others present were old customers of the Kohei Hotel, and they were accustomed to the cooking confrontation between father and son.

The father and son in front of them basically have a cooking showdown every few days, but every time the winner is the restaurant owner.

ε=('ο'*))) alas...

Hearing the answer given by the short-haired beauty, the red-haired boy couldn't help sighing, and sat on the ground a little dejected.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man put his hands on his hips and said, "Chuangzhen, your kung fu is still not at home~"

"Next time I will definitely win!"

Looking at his son who had regained his fighting spirit, the middle-aged man replied with a smile, "Then I'll wait and see."

On the other hand, under the assignment of the short-haired beauty, every guest present was assigned a small bowl of egg fried rice, and Suzuki Seimei and the others were no exception.

?('?`?)

too delicious! ! !

When eating the egg fried rice made by the red-haired boy, everyone's behavior was quite normal.

But after eating the egg fried rice made by the restaurant owner, the atmosphere became weird.

Some people were blushing when they ate, and could not help but let out a cry of shame, while others cried bitterly, as if they saw the dead grandmother and cried out with emotion.

￣□￣｜｜

When Suzuki Seimei saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched, with black lines all over his head.

Kawaiin~

Haiyuan Ai and Ayumi, the two little loli, with slightly red faces and blurred eyes, still look very cute.

(*/ω＼*)

But Yuanta and the other three were flushed with shame, and Suzuki Seimei felt a little hot in his eyes.

"what?"

Because Suzuki Seimei's performance was too determined and completely different from the other guests present, it also attracted the attention of the restaurant owner.

Although Xingping Hotel is just an unremarkable small restaurant, the owner of the restaurant is not an ordinary chef.

The owner of the restaurant, whose name is Yukihiro Ichiro, is one of the most outstanding chefs in the world, and his cooking ability ranks among the top ten in the world.

The plate of egg fried rice just now, although it was just the hand-made work of Ichiro Yukihira, surpassed the cooking standards of many professional chefs.

When ordinary people eat these egg fried rice, they will be uncontrollably affected by the taste and texture of egg fried rice like Haihara Ai and the others, showing a happy or moved expression~www.readwn.com~ unless it is the kind of cooking skills of their own. A superb chef, or a gluttonous glutton who is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and whose mouth is kept very stubborn, can be immune to the attack of the smell of egg fried rice.

"It turned out to be the young master of the Suzuki family, no wonder..."

Ichiro Koheira stared at Suzuki Seimei for a while, and quickly recalled his relevant information in his mind, showing a look of sudden realization.

As one of the top chefs in the island country, Ichiro Kohei was once invited by Shiro Suzuki and the others to Suzuki Manor, where he helped to cook several times for private cooking, and he also met Seimei Suzuki several times from a distance.

And Suzuki Seimei often appeared in newspapers during this time, so it is not surprising that Kohei Ichiro recognized his identity.

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