????????At noon the next day, chef Mizuhara Fuyumi, who is good at Italian cuisine, came to Songjiang Lake Restaurant.
????????She is a woman with short blue hair, her gender cannot be identified, and she lacks expression.
?????????also wearing a white chef uniform.
????????The chef always wears a white chef's uniform wherever he goes, except when he is sure that he doesn't need to cook all day long.
????????? His face is expressionless when he is cooking, but his cooking skills are indeed excellent.
?????????The food tastes good.
"I heard that Shinomiya Kojiro was the one who cooked for you yesterday. How does my cooking compare with his?" Before leaving, Mizuhara Fuyumi asked this question in a serious tone with an expressionless face.
question.
????????It seems that this trip is not for money, but simply to have an indirect competition with Shinomiya Kojiro.
"French food and Italian food...can't be distinguished, each has its own merits." Shuji Tsushima said euphemistically.
"Really?" Mizuhara Fuyumi showed an expressionless and understanding expression, turned around and left with the box containing kitchen utensils.
After she left, the others began to share their opinions on the cuisine of Shinomiya Kojiro and Mizuhara Fuyumi.
"In terms of cooking skills, Shinomiya Kojiro should be higher. According to their levels, one is a special grade and the other is a quasi-special grade." Toru Amuro recalled Shinomiya Kojiro's.
Cuisine, gave a rating.
????????And very clear about the differences in levels of cooks.
"It seems that the threshold between special grade and quasi-special grade is not low..." Midorikawa said with emotion.
????????The gap is still quite big.
"Then who have you arranged for dinner?" Tsushima Shuji said slowly while watching the hotel employees put away the plates.
?????????"This... we'll keep it secret for now." Amuro Toru looked a little happy.
???????Anyway, he spent Kaa's money to reserve a bunch of chefs overnight, and he was in an extremely happy mood at the moment.
After listening to his friend’s phone call all night, Scotland calculated in his mind and came up with a rough figure.
????????If they really eat like this... they may have to live here for a month and eat different meals every day.
"How much did you spend to be so happy?" Tsushima Shuji asked curiously, as if the money he spent was not his own, but he was simply curious.
"It's just a few million dollars. It must be a small amount of money to you. The specific number doesn't matter. I don't remember it very clearly." Toru Amuro said easily.
?????????"Hey~" Tsushima Shuji looked at Toru Amuro expressionlessly.
????????Because it’s not your own money, so you don’t even care how much you spend.
????????Well, it’s very reasonable.
"Do you think it tastes good? Brother-sama~" Shuji Tsushima turned to Dazai Osamu in white and asked in a sweet voice.
Dazai Osamu, who couldn't taste anything at all, only took one bite from beginning to end and stopped eating.
Facing Tsushima Shuji's question, he just raised his eyes lazily: "Normal."
????????There is no taste at all, like chewing a candle, not bad but not bad.
"It seems that the chef you found is not good enough, Toru-kun, and is completely unable to impress my brother." Shuji Tsushima sighed and looked at Toru Amuro with a disappointed look on his face.
"I'm not just looking for this, there will always be someone who can impress his cooking skills." Toru Amuro said nonchalantly.
????????As for what happens if you don’t find it…
???????Then I didn’t find it.
????????These chefs are not looking for each other.
???????He just wanted to spend Kaa's money.
"I'm going back." Oda Sakunosuke said calmly, like a simple notice.
"Hey? Are you leaving now? What a pity..." Shuji Tsushima's face was full of pity.
"Well, I'll see you again next time." Oda Sakunosuke responded in a low voice, thought for a while and then said.
"Well, that's true, I'll see you next time." Shuji Tsushima nodded in agreement.
"I'll see you off." Shuji Tsushima stood up and said.
"Would it be troublesome..." Oda Sakunosuke tried to decline politely.
"No trouble, no trouble, we are friends~" Tsushima Shuji said while pushing Oda Sakunosuke away.
????????The rest of the people also stood up when they saw this, and a group of people sent Oda Sakunosuke to the door of the hotel.
????????At the same time, another group of people walked towards the hotel door.
?????????The two groups of people happened to meet face to face.
????????After seeing clearly who the person opposite was, Toru Amuro's good mood disappeared instantly.
????????Why.
?????????They have already come to Songjiang, why can they still meet those people?!
?????????"Ah? Isn't this Tsushima-nii? What a coincidence, we meet again!" Edogawa Conan greeted him innocently and cheerfully on the surface, but in fact he was sweating from behind.
Already.
?????????The guy in white clothes...
???????Dazai Osamu!
???????Dazai Osamu is here!!
?????????Uncle Maori! Xiaolan! Run quickly——!!!
"What a coincidence..." Mouri Kogoro muttered in a low voice.
????????The last time they met by chance was just two or three days ago, and they met again by chance this time.
?????????"We don't want to be coincidental..." Toru Amuro complained with the corner of his mouth pulled.
???????And Tsushima Shuji...
?????????"Odasaku, run!" The black-haired, kite-eyed boy opened the door without saying a word, put Odasaku into the taxi, and ordered the driver to drive quickly.
???????? Oda Sakunosuke had no time to resist or even say goodbye as he was driven away by the taxi driver.
?????????"...Should you act like you've met a prehistoric dragon..." Conan Edogawa complained in a low voice.
"I don't know why, but this kid's behavior is really unpleasant." Mouri Kogoro looked at the other party's behavior as if he was avoiding them like a snake and a scorpion, and his expression was quite ugly.
?????????"...This...Junjima-kun also lives here..." Mao Lilan thought of a topic to try to lighten the atmosphere.
"No, we won't live here anymore. We have already played everything that can be played here. I wish you a pleasant stay and we will leave first." The blond bodyguard was polite.
He spoke without a smile, stretched out his hand, picked up Tsushima Shuji and ran away without hesitation.
"Pack your things and check out. If you're late, it's too late. Run." He said hello to Sora Sakai and Mu Midorikawa as he ran.
"I'm sorry." Midorikawa smiled rudely at Mouri Kogoro and others, then turned and left.
????????Looks very calm, but his steps are a bit fast.
The red-haired man walked towards the room unhurriedly, as if he didn't care about Moori Kogoro at all.
?????????"...It's so rude! Are we some kind of smelly thing or a bomb? Run away as soon as you see us?" Mouri Kogoro shouted angrily in dissatisfaction.
"Speaking of which, you really look like that kid. Are you related to him?" He cursed and suddenly noticed the man in white clothes on the side.
After looking at the other person for a moment, he thought of something and gradually became enlightened.
?????????"Does your family have the habit of wearing bandages?" he asked.
?????????"Uncle——!!!" Edogawa Conan shouted with all his strength, trying to stop Mouri Kogoro from committing suicide.
"What are you doing!" Mouri Kogoro was startled by the sudden loud shout.
?????????"I, I want to pee, I'm so urgent-" He made a panicked expression.
?????????Shut up and talk less.
???????? Dazai Osamu and Tsushima Shuji are wearing bandages because Dazai Osamu, a lunatic, set them on fire.
?????????Do you want to be like them?
???????Edogawa Conan sighed tiredly in his heart.
?????????I deeply felt that my heart was broken trying to protect Mouri Kogoro.