Chapter 1170 We Are Best Friends (Three in One, Extra Chapter for the Boss of Beifa Cangqiong!!!)

After walking around the courtyard, Conan and the other two were already familiar with the terrain. The house where the Ogawa family lived was surrounded by green plants. If viewed from the sky, it looked like a small town nestled in the mountains. .

Buildings that are too dense will lead to poor lighting, so when the house was first built, it was designed in the shape of a mouth, with a courtyard outside and a courtyard in the middle of the mouth.

After surveying the terrain, the four Conan men completed the tasks assigned by Sakaki Cheng, but they did not return immediately. Instead, they planned to take the opportunity to go to the kitchen to collect more clues.

Following the aroma wafting in the air, Conan and the other four came to the kitchen door and were startled by the sight in front of them.

The kitchen is in full swing. The three chefs, two tall and one short, who are almost fat as balls, are very busy. Pots and pans are clanging, large pieces of salmon are being fried in the orange oil pan, and there are people sitting on the stove nearby. There are more than a dozen casseroles, the off-white thick soup is boiling, which complements the old tofu. The noise from the range hood is deafening, and the three chefs can only talk by shouting.

"Ryuuji! Where are the shrimps I asked you to prepare?! Bring them here quickly! The soup will be ready soon!"

A tall chef with a round jaw stood in front of the casserole and shouted without looking back.

"Right behind you! I peeled it off ten minutes ago!"

Squatting in front of the chopping board, chopping kohlrabi, the tall, round-faced chef, sweating profusely, raised his head and shouted.

"Miso soup! Ryuzo! Is the miso soup ready?!"

Standing next to the oil pan, the short black-faced chef who looked like Fat Toutuo glanced at the menu on the wall and asked the chef in charge of cooking the soup:

"Mr. Yoshio must have miso soup with every meal, it's a must!"

"Mad! I forgot!"

Putting the spoon heavily on the table, the tall fat chef named Long San who was guarding the casserole cursed secretly, bent down and took out a cylindrical stainless steel pot specially used for cooking soup from under the iron table, and put it in the pool. Collect water in it, and at the same time don’t forget to take care of the casserole.

There were obviously only three people, but they acted like a full banquet.

If you think about it carefully, this is actually quite normal. After all, the Ogawa family has a large number of people. Three people have to provide three meals a day for more than a dozen people. The key is not to be able to cope with it. The food must be exquisite and fresh. For the Japanese, a meal is just side dishes. There are seven or eight types, and preparation is extremely cumbersome.

Under tremendous pressure, the three chefs are becoming a ball. Of course, this is probably inseparable from their "taste of food".

As a chef, you must not taste the food before serving it!

Just like the basic ethics of detectives.

"Are we going in?"

Seeing the scene in the kitchen, Kidd said sarcastically:

"I feel like now is not the time to disturb them. Damn it, that short black-faced chef put his hand under the frying pan!"

"Compared with other fish, salmon meat is too soft and tender. If you want to ensure the taste, you must not fry it for too long. Let the oil set for a while and then fry it in the pan. This can lock the fresh flavor inside."

Hattori Heiji said calmly:

"Some chefs know how long to fry based on their experience, but real chefs want to ensure the quality of the dishes, so when frying, they will pinch the skin of the salmon and take it out when it becomes slightly hard. But this Don’t take the fish out of the pan during the process, otherwise it will cool down the food and ruin the taste.”

Conan, Kidd, and Sera Masumi all turned their heads and looked at him in surprise:

"Do you know so much about cooking?"

"My mother taught me how to cook. She said that cooking is something that everyone should learn, and it has nothing to do with gender, so she often taught me how to cook when I was a child."

"Then why haven't I seen you do it?"

Conan's eyes were filled with surprise. He couldn't cook and struggled to cook noodles. He relied on Xiaolan to take care of his daily life. When he heard that his good friend could cook, he felt like he had been left behind by the revolutionary ranks.

Resentment.

"Of course you haven't seen him before. My mother said that boys who can cook are the most handsome, so they should hide them and show them off after marriage to impress everyone."

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Conan was stunned for a moment:

"Are you sure that your aunt is not afraid that you will be kidnapped because you are too popular, so she keeps you hidden?"

"It's impossible. My father and Heye's father were both present at the time. They agreed very much with my mother's statement."

"Hey, hey, hey, this is obviously a group of people who secretly planned to trick you!!!"

"Is there any?"

Hattori Heiji was stunned on the spot, but after thinking about it, he found that he was not so resistant, so he said:

"It doesn't matter. It's just a trap. It doesn't matter who will be cheated."

What is enlightenment?

This is called enlightenment!

What happened to being tricked by your future father-in-law?

Have a question?

"You think, if I sneak in now, can I eat delicious food before the prisoner poisons me?"

Looking at the golden salmon that had just come out of the pot on the plate, Kidd looked moved:

"No matter how powerful the poison is, it will disappear in the high temperature. Those fish pieces now are definitely non-toxic."

"Who are you?"

When the chef in the kitchen who was responsible for chopping kohlrabi put the shredded vegetables on the plate, he saw Conan and the others hiding behind the door from the corner of his eye. He looked at it for a while, then suddenly patted his head and suddenly realized:

"Oh! You must be Mr. Yinan's guests! Are you hungry? Don't worry, dinner will be ready in about ten minutes."

Because Ogawa Yoshio's decision to go home was impromptu, the three chefs had no time to prepare anything at first, so they hurriedly made a menu, and then they became busy in a hurry.

This also resulted in the meal being served much later than usual.

The four Conan people had no intention of hiding, but just observed the kitchen environment first. Now that they were discovered by the other party, they walked in directly.

Even though four strangers came to the kitchen, the three chefs did not put down their work. It was not until after the grilled salmon was out of the pan that the short, dark and fat chef standing in front of the oil pan took off his apron and came to Conan IV. In front of people:

"I just heard Mr. Chengzhi say, you want to eat steak, right? Wait a moment, the steak is thawing."

Conan and all four of them saw the steak rotating in the microwave. Soon, there was a 'ding' sound and the steak was defrosted.

The short and fat chef opened the microwave, took out the steak and put it on the table. He took out the pan from the cabinet and put it on a slowly burning charcoal stove in the corner. He rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be planning to start frying the steak.

"Why use a carbon stove?"

Kidd said strangely:

"Isn't there a gas stove next to it?"

"Haha, good ingredients should be used with good tools!"

The short, fat chef smiled and said:

"The charcoal is a slow fire. The fire of the gas stove is too high and it is difficult to control the heat. Of course, delicate and high-grade Wagyu beef like this must be cooked slowly!"

“Will the steak cooked this way be more flavorful?”

"Of course, and it tastes more tender!"

The short, fat chef raised his thumbs up, looking a little proud.

Since it tasted better, Kidd had no problem. He followed the chef expectantly and stared at his every move.

The main reason is that I am afraid that people will poison me secretly.

With you watching from beginning to end, you can eat with more confidence!

The fire of the charcoal stove is not as strong as that of the gas stove, and the pot heats very slowly, but the chef is very patient. He waited for two minutes before throwing a piece of butter into the pot, and used the gradually increasing temperature to melt the butter. , Kidd seemed to be able to smell the sweet aroma of butter.

Kidd was smitten by the charm of steak, but Conan and the other three were not idle either. They walked up to the chef named Ryuuji who was putting the plates on, and while observing his movements, he asked:

"Uncle, I just heard your name is Long Er and his name is Long San outside the door. Are you a family?"

"Yes, we are the three brothers of the Nimura family! Brothers from the same father and mother! We are seven years apart!"

Long Er glanced at Conan, with a round and full belly, and said with a smile:

"You should be able to tell from the body shape that our three brothers are all fat. It is the eldest brother who had nothing to eat when he was a child and was malnourished, which caused him to not grow tall."

The so-called eldest brother naturally refers to the short dark-faced chef. He does look quite old, at least 50 years old. He has gray hair and is completely different from his two younger brothers with thick black hair.

Going back 50 years, the war just ended. With the exception of the United States, the economies of all countries were in depression, and many people were starving to death. At that time, American soldiers in Japan could sleep with women with a piece of chocolate.

Later, the economic situation improved and food became available, but the short stature caused by malnutrition in childhood could not be reversed.

"Our parents died young, and we relied on our eldest brother to help us make a living. At that time, we envied the chefs in the restaurant the most, because they could eat whatever they wanted. Aren't they the ones who cook the food that the big shots eat?"

Long Er smiled helplessly:

"So being a chef is our dream. Isn't it a bit ridiculous to think about it now?"

"Not ridiculous."

Conan shook his head:

"If there were no chefs in the world, there would be no culinary world and there wouldn't be so many delicious dishes. The life we ​​enjoy is the benefit brought by the flourishing of all walks of life!"

With just one sentence, Conan conquered Long Er and made him smile.

Hattori Heiji next to him looked at it but shook his head.

If only 10% of this emotional intelligence is used for love, how can Conan be a single dog?

pity

All emotional intelligence is given to the suspect.

While Conan was talking to Ryuuji, Sera Masumi kept staring at the beef on the table.

"What are you looking at?"

Hattori Heiji noticed something strange about her:

“Is there anything weird about beef?”

".The beef seems to be more colorful than when it was taken out just now."

Shi Liang Zhen Chun hesitated and said:

"If you don't believe it, see for yourself."

Hattori Heiji turned around and saw that the high-grade Wagyu beef on the table was bright and vivid under the sunlight, like a rose blooming in late spring and early summer. It was extremely bright red, as if it had just been cut from the cow.

When you first take it out of the microwave, the beef looks a little black. This is a normal phenomenon after thawing. It can turn red.

What's going on?

Could it be that the steak can still shine again?

Before Sera Masumi could think about it, the steak was taken away by the short and fat chef and put into the pan to fry.

The steak made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the hot butter. The range hood worked hard and the roar was so loud that it made people dizzy.

A few minutes later, the steak was fried under Kidd's watch. He sprinkled it with black pepper juice, peeled off the fennel on it, and separated it with a slight cut of the knife. The juice that flowed out was bright and red, as tender as a young girl who had just matured. 's carcass.

"Hey hey hey"

Kidd forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth eagerly. He quickly closed his mouth tightly, as if he was afraid that the aroma would escape. Then he closed his eyes, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed, showing a satisfied look:

"The best in the world, the most delicious food."

"Haha, I'm really good at talking. Just eat it! If it's not enough, I'll fry it for you!"

The compliments from the diners are the greatest compliments to the chef. The short and fat chef is obviously a straightforward person. He is very satisfied with Kidd's performance and immediately said that he can have unlimited refills.

Kidd was not polite when he heard it. Although he didn't eat voraciously, he didn't look very elegant. He was probably really hungry.

Gurgle.

Looking at his eating, Conan and the other two's stomachs growled at the same time.

They finally understood why some people like to watch eating broadcasts.

It's like a famous line in the lonely gourmet: The highest realm of food is not only to make the diners feel delicious, but also to make the audience excited.

Good ingredients and better chef's skills, the combination of the two can push an ordinary dish to the top.

"It smells so good."

After eating half of the steak, Kid glanced at the three people opposite him with their eyes wide open, and said half to himself and half with a hint of meaning:

"If you want to eat, you should tell me in advance, otherwise you won't be able to eat when the charcoal stove goes out."

Conan and the other two looked at each other, then looked at the short and fat chef who nodded and smiled, and said in unison:

"Well, we want it too."

9 o'clock in the evening, in the tatami room on the second floor.

Sakaki Makoto, Miss Miyano, Akai Mary, Domon Yasuki and Hiroki sat on the soft futon, looking at the couple opposite, holding their breath and not saying a word.

Since returning home, Ogawa Yoshio's condition has not improved much. His mental state has always been very poor, his eyes are dull, and he takes a long time to answer vague questions when others ask him something, as if he has lost his soul.

Akutagawa Funa and her granddaughter knelt behind the old woman, and the expression on their faces was more indifferent than wooden.

She didn't seem to care about Ogawa Yoshio's condition at all, or she had been mentally prepared for that moment.

"Yoshio, do you still remember what we looked like when we got married?"

The old woman held a photo album, trying to awaken her husband's memory.

"Hungry."

Seeing the black and white photos, Ogawa Yoshio's consciousness became slightly clearer, and his pale lips repeated the same words.

"Fuuna, go and urge Nimura and the others."

"Yes, ma'am."

Akutagawa Fuuna nodded and stood up, dragging her tabi, bypassing Sakaki Makoto and the others, and hurriedly left the room in small steps, opening and closing the door gently, making only a small sound.

Akutagawa Fuuna's granddaughter Mari soaked a towel in cold water, wrung it out, and handed it to the old woman. The old woman wiped the sweat off her husband's face and felt a little stuffy.

"Mari, go check the central air-conditioning host to see if there is any problem again. It's unusually hot."

"Got it."

After agreeing, Akutagawa Mari jumped up and ran out of the room, forgetting to close the door.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Mari Akai got up, entered the corridor, and quietly followed him.

The air in the room was indeed a bit stuffy, as if standing on a summer street, making people feel stuffy and hot.

At this time, Makoto Sakaki noticed the air outlet on the inner side of the wall on the roof, thought for a while and said:

"Have you installed central air conditioning at home?"

"Yes."

The old woman nodded:

"It was Chengzhi and his family's request. It was installed not long ago a few years ago. They said it was too hot to stay in the house in summer. We have many rooms in our house. Instead of installing small air conditioners in each room, it is better to use central air conditioners directly. It is simple and convenient."

It is not uncommon to install central air conditioners in villas. The courtyard of the Ogawa family is so large that it is reasonable to install household central air conditioners. Makoto Sakaki is not surprised.

"Do you have any clues?"

After Funa and Mari were sent away, the old woman asked when there were no other people in the room:

"The sooner we find the criminal, the sooner I can feel at ease."

"Not yet."

Sakaki Makoto shook his head:

"There are too many suspects. It would be a waste of time to check them one by one, and it is likely to be futile. So this time we plan to use the method of waiting for the criminal to tire himself out."

"Waiting for the criminal to tire himself out?"

"That's right, just wait for the criminal to make a move and reveal a flaw."

"What about Yoshio?"

The old woman's eyes turned cold:

"The criminal's target is him. If you don't take action, Wouldn't that give the criminals an opportunity to take advantage of it?"

"This method will indeed put Mr. Ogawa Yoshio in danger, but we have other countermeasures to prevent 99% of emergencies."

With a slight smile, Sakaki Cheng looked at Hongshu and solemnly introduced to the old woman:

"This young comrade is an indispensable talent in our team. He volunteered to be Mr. Ogawa Yoshio's personal bodyguard in a place where no one will find him. As long as he is there, no matter what plan the criminal uses, it will fail!"

Volunteer

Hongshu's mouth twitched, and his face was as ugly as it could be.

He felt that Sakaki Cheng seemed to have misinterpreted the "definition" of volunteering.

What is volunteering?

Volunteering to take on an important and difficult job is called volunteering!

He didn't volunteer, but was forced to do it!

Damn it!

The old woman observed Hongshu with a scrutinizing look for a while, and after a while she said:

"How do you plan to protect Yoshio?"

"It's very simple. According to my observation just now, Mr. Ogawa Yoshio's room is very large, and the criminal can't search it all before committing the crime, so."

Pushing his sunglasses, Sakaki Makoto said with a smile:

"I plan to let Hongshu hide in the bottom of the closet. He is small and can hide in there and observe secretly. In this way, as long as the criminal dares to show up, we will get the news immediately."

"It sounds good."

The old woman was slightly satisfied with the plan. At least Sakaki Cheng considered her husband's safety, which made her very relieved.

Compared to her husband's life, the old woman would rather let the criminal go.

"Wait a minute."

Hongshu's face was livid. He glanced at the closet and his upper and lower teeth were trembling:

"It's okay for you to let me hide in there. The problem is how long can I hide? What if the criminal doesn't show up?"

Sakaki Cheng looked around and finally locked his eyes on the empty mineral water bottle in his hand.

"That's enough!!!"

His hair stood on end, and Hongshu was startled. He jumped up on the spot, like a frightened cat, and took a few steps back cautiously, bumping into Domon Yasuki:

"This is abuse! Naked abuse! And it's child abuse. I have the right to sue you in court!!!"

"Oh, I haven't said anything yet."

"Silence is better than words at this moment!"

Sakaki Cheng shrugged and felt helpless.

He really couldn't force Hongshu to hide in the closet. This kind of thing still depends on personal will, but he has always been a reasonable person. He only needs to persuade Hongshu with emotion and reason. What else is there to worry about Hongshu not giving in?

Not compromising?

"Brother Hongshu, come on, let's talk in private."

Sakaki Cheng grabbed Hongshu's arm and dragged him out of the room with a smile.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Standing in the corridor, Hongshu turned his head stubbornly, with a very tough attitude:

"No matter what, I will not hide in the closet for a night! I won't do it even if you kill me!"

"No matter what?"

"No matter what!"

"Even if I beg you?"

"That won't work!"

"Alas."

Sakaki Cheng sighed in frustration, turned around disappointedly, and said sadly:

"I thought we were good friends."

"Huh?"

Hongshu's body shook, and he looked up suddenly:

"Yes, yes, we are good friends!"

"But you rejected the request of a good friend without hesitation."

Holding his chest , Makoto Sakaki showed a painful expression as if he was pierced by an arrow:

"Good friends should help each other and support each other. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they should help each other!"

"I thought I would risk my life and death to break into the headquarters of Sindorra Company to rescue you. I never expected that I would rescue an unkind and ungrateful person!"

"And the Black Organization, do you think you have no grudges against them? Too naive! Without the secret support of the Black Organization, how could Thomas Sindorra dare to betray the Hughes family! They are your enemies!"

Hong Shu was stunned and stood there in a daze, looking as if he had been greatly shocked.

He didn't care about the Black Organization. The Black Organization was not important to him at all. What he wanted was friends, real friends.

Noah's Ark was his friend, but did he have other friends besides Noah's Ark?

He had no childhood, his mother passed away, and his father had the idea of ​​repentance, but the mistakes he made could not be corrected!

Hearing Sakaki Makoto call him a good friend, Hongshu was really moved, because in his opinion, Sakaki Makoto seemed to have never treated him as a friend, never called him for anything, and just left him at home.

"Actually, it's not as serious as you say."

After struggling for a long time, Hongshu said shyly:

"If it's a request between friends, I'm willing to help."

"Really?!"

Sakaki Makoto's eyes lit up, grabbed Hongshu's shoulders, and excited tears filled his eyes:

"I knew you were my best friend!"

Best friend?

Hongshu's body shook violently, his thoughts wandered in the sky for a while, and his whole body was light, as if he was riding on a cloud.

Then, he patted his chest and promised:

"Leave it to me! I guarantee to complete the task!"

Thank you for the reward from the boss of Beifa Cangqiong, thank you so much!!!