At noon the next day, chef Mizuhara Fuyumi, who specializes in Italian cuisine, came to Songjiang Lake Restaurant.
She is a woman with short blue hair, a genderless appearance, and a lack of expression.
Also wearing a white chef uniform.
The chef always wears a white chef uniform wherever he goes, except when he is sure that he does not need to cook all day.
He has the same expressionless face when 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?" Mizuhara Fuyumi asked this question in a serious tone with an expressionless face before leaving.
It seems that this trip is not for money, but simply to have an indirect competition with Shinomiya Kojiro.
"French food and Italian food... are neither superior nor inferior, each has its own merits." Shuji Tsushima said euphemistically.
"Really?" Fuyumi Mizuhara showed an expression that was expressionless and clear, and turned around to leave with the box containing the 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 cooking and gave an evaluation.
And he is 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 sighed with emotion.
The gap is quite big.
"Then who did you arrange for dinner?" Tsushima Shuji said slowly while watching the hotel employees put away the plates.
"This... is being kept secret for the time being." Toru Amuro 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 he was not spending his own money, 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~" Shujima Tsujima looked at Toru Amuro expressionlessly.
Since it’s not my own money, I don’t even care how much I spend.
Well, it makes perfect sense.
"Do you think it tastes good? Onii-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.
When faced with Tsushima Shuji's question, he just raised his eyes lazily: "Just average."
It didn't taste like anything, like chewing a candle. It wasn't bad, but it didn't taste bad.
"It seems that the chef you are looking for, Toru-kun, is not good enough and cannot impress Onii-sama at all." 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 if I 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.
"Huh? Are you leaving now? What a pity..." Tsushima Shuji'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. We'll see you next time." Shuji Tsushima nodded in agreement.
"I'll see you off." Tsushima Shuji 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.
Seeing this, the others also stood up, 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 all 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 actually he was breaking out in cold sweat behind his back.
That guy in white clothes...
Osamu Dazai!
Osamu Dazai 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 either..." Toru Amuro complained with the corner of her mouth pulled out.
And Tsushima Shuji...
"Odasaku, run!" The young man with black hair and wild eyes 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 before he was driven away by the taxi driver.
"...How about you act like you've met a prehistoric dragon..." Edogawa Conan complained in a super 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, 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 be living here soon. We have already played everything that can be played here. I wish you a good time and we will leave first." The blond bodyguard said politely with a smile. While stretching out his hand, he picked up Shuji Tsushima 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.
He looks very calm, but his steps are a bit fast.
The red-haired man walked towards the room slowly, 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? Are you going to run away as soon as you see us?" Mouri Kogoro shouted angrily in dissatisfaction.
"Speaking of which, you look a lot 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 didn't know what he thought of, 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 seeking death.
"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.
Please shut up and talk less.
Dazai Osamu and Tsushima Shuji were wearing bandages because Dazai Osamu, a lunatic, set them on fire.
Do you want to be like them?
Edogawa Conan sighed tiredly.
I deeply felt that my heart was broken trying to protect Mouri Kogoro.
