Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

The left hand operates the computer to turn it on, and the right hand picks up the chopsticks next to it, picks up the sushi, and is accepted by the tip of the tongue with a trace of warmth.

Integrate into the mouth, taste carefully, and feel the slightly cooked sashimi after contact with the rice grains. The sauce adds a thick taste, chewed by the teeth, and combines with the mouth fluid to form juice.

Swallow, enter the throat... six points.

It's not as delicious as the ones made by myself, this is what Gongsheng can be sure of.

"Shrimp sushi and crab meat, two of each of these two types of sushi."

Putting down his chopsticks, Gongsheng didn't comment on the middle-aged man in front of him, and continued to fiddle with the computer next to him.

Slightly uncomfortable.

The mouse is in Mao Lilan's one, and the wireless network card is also there.

I can only use the hand-sliding mouse at the bottom of the notebook unskilledly, drag the mouse and click on the WPS file, and bring up the folder of 'Lavender Mansion Case'.

It's four o'clock now, let's start tidying up.

New sushi was served in front of me again, and strawberry juice came with it.

Tapping on the keyboard as if no one else was there, picked up the chopsticks to eat sushi and drink strawberry juice after finishing a document summary.

Re-buried at work.

One by one, the evidence presented in court only needs to be important and critical.

However, the submitted documents need to be strict and meticulous, regardless of the size of the matter, they must be delicate, and the elaboration and arrangement should be in the form of a table or the beginning of the time period as much as possible.

Because these are directly pointing to the client's reputation.

If there is the slightest ambiguity, there are unexplainable gaps in the timeline, or other circumstances, it will be denied.

In fact, this matter of public education can be completed only by submitting the materials. At least there is no need to convert all the materials and files into submissions that can be directly archived and approved as it is now.

Perhaps it has something to do with his personality. Gongsheng hopes that he can handle all his first cases by himself.

So choose to tidy all up.

It has been busy until it welcomes an unknown number of customers, and there is a noise of clinking glasses next to it. The person who drinks away directly pulls off his tie, and then stands and waves it.

Then I was driven out by a friend who was traveling with me.

Gongsheng leaned back to stretch the nerves in the cervical spine, stretched, and looked in the direction of Mao Lilan again.

Still sitting there alone...

Some doubts, he raised his watch. It showed that it was 55:[-], and it was [-]:[-] in five minutes.

And the sky outside has completely darkened, and Tokyo in February entered darkness earlier than before.

'Not here yet? '

It's been two hours.

Gongsheng stood up and was about to go to check the situation, but found that the curtain of the store over there was opened, so he hurriedly sat back down.

Those who walked in were still a few office workers, not Kudo Shinichi.

"Brother, you have looked at that girl over there a dozen times."

There was a voice, from the uncle next to him.

The other party has been making sushi for two hours, and put a piece of crab roe sushi in front of Gongsheng.

"Um, that's my sister, she's waiting for her boyfriend, she dragged me over with her."

I want to stand up and go over to have a look, but I am afraid that Mao Lilan will feel embarrassed after passing by.

It will be very hard between childhood sweetheart and younger brother.

Sir, please sit down...

Raise the watch again, five past seven.

After thinking about it, Gongsheng picked up the wallet next to him, took out a large denomination note, and handed it to the uncle in front of him.

"Can you get me a sushi platter and take it to the girl over there, she must be hungry."

Forget it, let's not show up.

"Better not tell her I'm here."

Gongsheng put the banknotes in front of the middle-aged uncle, waiting for him to take it.

It seemed a little funny, the uncle looked at the boy in front of him, he looked 16 years old, but his clothes and demeanor were different, more like a professional worker.

While eating sushi, while sorting out computer files, most of the time, I don’t care about how much I eat and the price, I just take out a piece of paper money, and the store will charge as much as I find.

The uncle didn't pick it up, but asked Gong Sheng to put the money on the bar, and then picked up a cup from the side to hold down the money.

Then pick up the rice spoon, dig the rice in the rice cooker, and skillfully and quickly start preparing the sushi platter, which is about the size of your face, and a glass of juice.

"When cooking, I don't touch anything other than ingredients."

After finishing speaking, go out from the wooden fence of the chef's bar, and walk towards Mao Lilan with a plate of sushi and a glass of juice.

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