Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"Of course. That bento just uses seaweed sheets to cut out a black hollow tiger head pattern, and then sticks the black hollow tiger head pattern on the yellow egg skin," Chi Feichi mentally evaluated the kind of bento the child would make. Regarding the difficulty, "Actually, it is not difficult to make a tiger pattern. As long as someone can cut out the black hollow patterns, the difficulty may be similar to making a flower pattern. Children can also do it. The really difficult thing is to make the egg skin, which is very difficult for children." It’s hard to do it on your own.”

Subaru thought of his fear of being dominated by the 'egg skin making' and sighed softly, "It's difficult for adults too..."

Conan and Haihara Ai turned to look at Subaru.

Huh? So, could it be that Mr. Subaru...

"When Mr. Chi was making scrambled eggs in the past, he mentioned the egg skin. I was a little interested, so I tried it on the side. How can I put it..." Subaru Chongshi seriously recalled the difficulty of making egg skin, "The first thing is to put the egg liquid in After putting it into the bowl, it must be beaten evenly, and the egg white and egg yolk must be fully mixed. Then brush oil on the heated pan, pour the egg liquid into it, and use shaking the pan to quickly form the egg liquid on the bottom of the pan. For flat pancakes, if you are not careful, the thickness of the pancake will be uneven and the pits will be difficult to see. After heating, some places may be undercooked and some may be burnt. The overall difficulty is too great.”

"Mr. Chongshi tried six times last time," Chi Feichi said. "The last time it was pretty good, just a little bit short of being edible."

Haihara Ai, Conan: "..."

It's still a little short of being edible...is this already 'pretty good'?

"So this kind of cooking is not suitable for children," Chong Shi Subaru said with a narrowed smile. "It is too easy to wipe out children's interest and enthusiasm in cooking."

"You can use other things to replace the egg skin," Chi Feichi suggested, "for example, make it into a yellow rice ball and cover it with seaweed with hollow patterns..."

Hui Yuan Ai was convinced.

As long as Brother Fei Chi provides the method, there should be no problem for the child to make yellow rice, or her brother Fei Chi has a way!

"It's okay to attend your cooking class," Chi Feichi looked at Haihara Ai and asked, "When is your next cooking class?"

"The day after the vacation..." Haihara Ai explained seriously, "Teacher Xiaolin just asked me to ask about your wishes. If you are willing to go, let me give her an answer, and she will make a formal call. Invite you and discuss what needs to be prepared. I think it should be the cooking class next week, but the specific time depends on how she arranges it, because she also said before that she wants to teach everyone to make rice balls... Do you have it next week? Empty?"

Chi Feichi was not sure whether the next week that Haiyuan Ai mentioned was the 'next week' that he knew, but it did not prevent him from making a decision on this matter. He said matter-of-factly, "There is no next week or next week." The problem is, after all, it’s your class’s cooking class. Even if I have other plans that day, I will make time to attend.”

Conan raised his eyes to observe Chi Feichi's face.

So is Chi Feichi so good at talking? A little scary.

Hui Yuan Ai felt warm in her heart. After thinking about it for a while, she did not refuse Chi Feichi's kindness. "Then I will call Teacher Xiao Lin after I go back and tell him that if it delays your progress in doing some work, I will help you do it later." Something I can do.”

"Can you take me with you?" Subaru narrowed his eyes and asked. When Haibara Ai and Conan turned to look at him, he explained calmly, "Mr. Chi doesn't like to explain the same thing over and over again. , so I thought that it might be safer to have an assistant to help. And I am learning Chinese cooking from Mr. Chi. At this time, I should be the best person to be an assistant. Teacher Xiaolin should not Would you mind having one more person help explain?"

Without waiting for Conan and Haihara Ai to reply, Chi Feichi turned to confront Shi Subaru and said, "Teacher Xiaolin won't mind. There has been a similar situation before. It seems that the mother of one of their classmates received the invitation, but she just went before One day she injured her wrist, so the lady invited her friend to do the demonstration..."

It's really hard to explain something to someone repeatedly, so he really needs Pinkfur's support.

Subaru happily reached a consensus with Chi Feichi, "Well, Mr. Chi, after Teacher Xiaolin contacts you, you can also call me to tell me the specific time."

Haihara Ai, Conan: "..."

These two people decided like this... But forget it, this arrangement is indeed better.

…

At nine o'clock that night, in a bar in Shinjuku District, a band played jazz music on the stage, and a female singer standing in the middle of the stage sang along in a lazy tone.

"A old devil sent..."

"They glht..."

A spotlight shone on the female singer, making the surrounding environment appear darker and darker.

On the left side of the stage against the wall, one-meter-high dark red solid wood partitions are scattered at random, separating semi-open spaces. Soft leather sofas surround three sides, filling the space with solid wood square tables.

The fully open area between the venues was full of people, and the semi-open area against the wall also had no empty tables.

The walls are decorated with dimly lit light strips, allowing guests in the semi-open area to see clearly what is on the table. However, if someone looks at the semi-open area from other places, under the influence of the light strips, they can only see a long strip. Long strips of light, and the rough outlines of those sitting on the sofa.

In such an area suitable for entertaining distinguished guests, the seats will be reserved early. Half of them are rich or powerful people in Japan whose names have been published in reports, and half are Japanese celebrities or employees of well-known companies entertaining foreign visitors. distinguished guests.

It is not uncommon to see a variety of foreign faces among the seats, and the waiters do not act impolitely by staring at the guests. If the guests do not take the initiative to talk, they will lower their heads and put away their things before leaving.

"Here are the grilled chicken wings, English baked potatoes and whiskey stewed beef..."

A waiter in a formal dress stood beside a dining table, leaning over to bring portions of food to the table.

He remembered that the guests at this table were a bearded man who spoke with a standard Kansai accent, a short and stocky man wearing sunglasses, a tall foreigner with long silver hair, and a blonde with blue eyes and a voice like sandpaper. Young foreigners.

There are many such guests here. Although the silver-haired guest has a rare hair color and the blonde guest's voice is more eye-catching, he has not seen silver-haired guests before, and he has also seen guests with throat discomfort or injuries. The reason why he remembered this table of guests so clearly was that all four of them were wearing black clothes, which gave people the impression of being either gloomy or a little fierce.

A senior who works here said - 'If he is a member of a violent club, he is also a member of a violent club with a high status. Such guests are actually unlikely to make things difficult for others, but once they are offended, they will be very dangerous. , remember our service guidelines, don’t look too much, ask too many questions, don’t make a fuss even if they put the pistol on the table, and leave immediately after delivering the items. ’

The senior has worked here for many years and knows very well what kind of customers will come here. He has also encountered several violent club executives coming here. He knows that what the senior said is right, so he will order and deliver the goods in a polite way. Things, checkout... please don't ask the guest to make any embarrassing or dangerous requests!

Isao Takatori, with a bearded face, sat on the outside, watched the waiter put down the food and left, and then moved his eyes to the stage.

"Oh where is my angle eyes..."

“Excuse me while i disappear……”

Chi Feichi, with his blond and blue-eyed face covered in raki wine, lowered his head and concentrated on putting sauce on the roasted potatoes. He was completely uninterested in playing or singing on the stage.

"Angle Eyes" is a classic jazz song. He could also hear that the actress on stage had solid singing skills and a first-class voice, but he still couldn't appreciate the song.

In the song "Angel Eyes", "My angel eyes are gone" is repeatedly sung, and there is also a line that means "where are my angel eyes", which means searching, in that slow melody , which made him feel weird.

If he had to say something, he probably thought that there had been more than one person in the Field family who had 'lost his eyes', and he felt that this kind of music had a bad symbol, and he didn't like it anyway.

Vodka looked at Chi Feichi who was eating, and then at Gin who was staring intently at the stage. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to eat and reached out to bring the small portion of whiskey stewed beef in front of him.

"Angle eyes..."

After the performance on the stage, there was applause and voices in the relatively quiet space.

Gin looked away from the stage and lit a cigarette, "I didn't expect that tonight's impromptu performance would be "Angle Eyes", which seemed to ruin the atmosphere a bit."

"Huh?" Vodka looked up at Gin in confusion.

"It's not like ruining the atmosphere." Chi Feichi also glanced at Gin. He felt that it was not good for him to regard Gin as a silver retriever. He tried hard to get rid of his strange mentality of seeing everyone change, and put it into perspective. A plate of roasted potatoes was handed to Gin, "Because there was no atmosphere in the first place."

"That's true," Gin glanced at the baked potato pieces on the plate, "I made a reservation for the music bar a week in advance. When you arrive tonight, you only think about eating. The atmosphere has already been abnormal."

As the light in the development area brightened, the lighting strips on the wall dimmed. Chi Fei Chi looked around and found that after adjusting the lighting, it was still difficult to see who was sitting in the seats in the semi-open area. Takatori Yannan and Vodka each handed a plate of baked potatoes, "Are we going to complete any illegal transactions here?"

Isao Takatori turned around and looked around, and couldn't help but comment, "Indeed... rather than discussing business cooperation, this place seems more suitable for discussing some shady transactions."