Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

"Because I was picked up by some strange person, and then I put it here."

Xiao Ai glanced at Ayumi, then turned to the direction of the door, and complained unceremoniously to the son who came in with his own dinner.

"Xiao Ai, I'll take you to move tomorrow, okay? It's just that your current body really can't move too much."

There are several pastry styles in hand, as well as freshly made biscuits, and a cup of coffee that does not belong to children.

With a wry smile on his face, Gong Sheng first stuffed a biscuit into Xiao Ai's mouth to stop his venomous mouth.

Before handing another biscuit to the girl who came in in the middle of the night, Ayumi Yoshida.

"Are Xiao Ai's friends? Dad is so happy to have made friends so quickly!"

Rubbing Ayumi's little head.

Gongsheng looked at a certain Ai Jiang who stuffed the biscuit with his small eyes proudly, as long as the other party couldn't speak, he was her eternal father.

"Crack! Kick!"

Biting the biscuit hard, Xiao Ai glared at the bastard who rubbed the little girl's head.

From the tone just now, it can be heard that this bastard named 'Mori Kosei' knows Ayumi, and also knows himself, and most likely comes from the same future timeline as himself.

Xiao Ai believes that the current timeline is her past timeline, before her sister was shot.

Nothing has changed.

Chapter 33. Ayumi who broke in

"How does it taste? To be honest, I'm not very good at making dim sum. I don't know if it suits my taste."

Kosei put the tray on the chair, then took out a bear cookie from it, and handed it to Ayumi Yoshida.

Wait for the two girls to chew on the cookies before asking.

Coffee is a drink that the public doesn't like.

The reason for the preparation was to apologize to a certain 'daughter', promising that the other party would come back soon, but it was delayed due to various problems.

Look at Xiao Ai.

It seems to be in a state of being chewed into very small pieces. With the softening of the saliva in the mouth, when swallowing, you can clearly see the obvious traces of food swallowing on the little girl's neck.

Very tasty.

If you have to go into detail, the freshly baked cookies have a strong pastry aroma due to perfect baking. I don’t know how to cool them down. They are moderately warm, melt in the mouth, and quickly soften and stick to the tip of the tongue.

Absorbing such a large amount of fat and sugar at night without meals will have the effect of gaining weight, but it can also replenish the energy that the body lacks.

In addition, the owner of the dish seems to be more keen on adding jam to replace many ingredients. He will use two pieces of cookies to complete the sandwich. The main types are mango jam, grape jam, and strawberry jam.

"No no, it's super delicious, big brother, did you make this biscuit yourself?"

Before Xiao Ai answered, Ayumi stepped forward to pick up the second piece and put it in her mouth.

The little girl was wearing a children's dress. In the relatively cold late night at the end of April, the clothes looked a little thin, and the snacks that contained heat made Bumei feel very satisfied.

Sweet and greasy taste, jam overflows in the mouth.

"No, no, I'm not very good at it, as long as I like it... What do you think of Xiao Ai?"

There isn't much praise for a seven-year-old girl.

Gong Sheng turned his head to Xiao Ai on the bed, and found that the other party was staring at him with dead fish eyes, and stared at the coffee cup with dead fish eyes, like a queen who said 'the coffee is not ready yet' with a gloomy face.

"Hi, I see, please wait."

Obviously still suspecting that his motives are impure...

I complained in my heart, but it didn't affect the professional coffee movement in my hand. I lifted the coffee pot gracefully and poured it into the small black mug.

Then holding the mug to the bedside, Gongsheng squatted down, the tip of his nose could reach the distance of Xiao Ai's outermost hair.

"Queen, please taste the coffee dedicated to you."

Holding the bottom of the mug with one hand, controlling the handle with the other, slowly touching those small lips.

Open slightly...

"Be careful, it's slightly hot."

With a reminder on her mouth, Xiao Ai listened to her ears, subconsciously withdrew her tongue, first pressed her temperature-sensitive lips together, and prepared to sip a little coffee.

"Soo Suo - Suo Suo -"

In the first sip, the lips touched the 'slightly hot' liquid in the boy's mouth. In fact, it was warm enough to drink, and there was no hot layer. It seemed that it was deliberately preserved to a suitable temperature, and the hot coffee was kept thick at the same time.

In the second sip, taste the black coffee carefully, the sweetness and bitterness of the most perfect coffee, but this taste does not reflect the rebellious taste.

The most frightening sweetness and bitterness has another expression in this cup of coffee, like a protective layer attached to the tongue coating, which instantly removes the miscellaneous smells in the mouth and disappears quickly.

Then enjoy the mellowness of the coffee beans and the aroma of the coffee itself, which volatilizes in the mouth, even rises like the respiratory tract, and is extracted by the brain nerves.

It was late at night, but it was refreshing.

"Sorry, I'm a sweetie, so I'm not familiar with making black coffee, it's very reluctant."