Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

"Creak~"

"Welcome...Oh, it turns out to be the boss!"

At 4:11 in the afternoon, the door of the dessert shop was gently pushed open. Tatsuno Toshiko, who happened to be passing by the door with a dinner plate, subconsciously turned back and saw Kishida, who looked tired and yawned.

"What's with that disappointed tone... By the way, you two don't have to go to school?"

Kishida yawned and glanced at Tatsuno Toshiko and Arashiyama Audori who was collecting money at the cashier.

"School ended early, so we came right away because we were short of manpower."

"What about in the morning? Haven't you hired anyone yet? You can't just be the two of you working part-time all day long, right?"

Kishida asked with a frown, looking around the dessert shop with his eyes. Scattered customers were sitting on the dining tables. The customer flow was relatively small, but thinking about this time, it was understandable.

"I heard from the store manager that Miss Shaji was responsible for serving dishes and cashiering in the morning, and she was responsible for making desserts. Fortunately, today is not a rest day, so there are relatively few customers, so it is quite busy. As for new staff, they have been recruited and will be available tomorrow. Report... Are you the owner of this store? You don't know anything..."

Tatsuno Toshiko shook his head, glanced at the shopping bag in Kishida's hand from the corner of his eye, complained helplessly, ignored his embarrassed boss, and left with the dinner plate.

"..."

Kishida scratched his head in embarrassment. Out of trust and seeing that Mingmei was able to take care of the store in an orderly manner, he really didn't focus on the dessert shop all the time. After all, he still needed to go to the cinema. Take care of it, even if he still has the assistant Xiaoju as a tool.

It is impossible for Kishida to do nothing and just take care of everything remotely. At least Shi Kaobing's bounty will be deposited into his account tomorrow, and he needs to be present when he goes to the cinema to sign a contract to change hands.

When I thought of Officer Megure calling me just now on the bus, he said that the hospital had determined that Mr. Murakami had become a vegetative state, and it would only depend on God's will when he would wake up. By the way, tell Kishida that his money will be available tomorrow.

Kishida, who was blessed with a double blessing, felt both joy and pain in his head. He always felt that he had too many things to do, and he had to go to Kaitou Kidd to study and discuss business.

I had no choice but to bury the hole I dug for myself on a whim at that time.

"well!"

Kishida sighed softly, found a reason for himself to be bitter before sweet, and walked straight to the kitchen.

"Table 11 still needs to wait a few minutes, don't rush me Toshiko~~ Well, it's the boss..."

Saki Nishitani, who was making a small cake, was startled by the raised door curtain and subconsciously thought it was Tatsuno Toshiko again. However, when he finished speaking, he spotted Kishida walking straight over from the corner of his eye.

"Come back~"

Hearing Nishitani Saki's voice, Akemi, who was concentrating on cooking soup base, said hello without looking back.

"Are you busy?"

Kishida leaned against the edge of the door and hugged his belly. He looked at their busy backs curiously, then opened the door curtain and took a look inside the store. He saw that right, there were only a few scattered customers.

"It's okay, I'm almost done."

Mingmei looked at the bubbling soup base, looked at the time, and asked casually.

"oh."

Kishida nodded slightly and took a deep sniff. The aroma in the air made his stomach, numb with hunger, wriggle again, and then he got down to business: "Where's my lunch?"

"Just a few more minutes."

"No!"

Hearing this, Kishida's eyelids drooped.

"Who asked you to come back so late?"

As Mingmei spoke, she picked up the spoon, scooped a little bit of soup into the pot, blew a long breath, then brought the spoon close to her lips, and carefully sipped a little of the soup.

Sure enough, the cooking time for the soup base was still too short. It can only be said to be delicious, but not perfect, but that's all. Mingmei shook her head, obviously dissatisfied with her work, but time was running out. , someone doesn’t have much time left for her.

"How can you blame me!? There are not so many bus stops. It goes around and around. It would have been better to drive by myself, but maybe because of my good luck today, I got into a car accident not long after I left the house. The car is still in the repair shop. Still repairing it.”

"Huh? Car accident!?"

Mingmei had just boiled the water, poured the soup on the noodles at the bottom of the bowl, and planned to put the prepared meat slices, sweet corn kernels, cooked mung bean sprouts, wakame, half a soft-boiled egg, and minced green onions. Waiting for the materials, he turned his head involuntarily upon hearing this.

I had good luck, but there was a car accident when I went out... What does this mean? ? ?

Unlike the nervous Akemi, Saki Nishitani, who had been ignored, blinked and felt that this sentence sounded very strange.

"Don't worry, I react quickly and nothing will happen to you."

In the face of Mingmei's searching eyes, Kishida shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, but suddenly found that her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat, and dripped down her smooth cheeks, looking very exhausted.

"What are you doing? Why are you so sweaty? Take your time and don't rush. Just let the guests wait a little longer. It's okay."

Kishida frowned and walked forward with worry. Due to the angle, he could only rely on Akemi's movements to determine what she was cooking, but he didn't know what she was cooking.

"Guests can wait, but I don't dare to make you wait any longer. If I accidentally make you angry, I'm afraid you will fire me directly."

Mingmei chuckled and teased, and then she had time to take out the new handkerchief she bought in the morning and wiped the sweat on her face.

Hand-pulled noodles are not easy to make. Just stretching and kneading them into strips, stretching and folding them, twisting them into twists and beating them all have to be done 6-7 times, which already consumes a lot of energy, not to mention the preparation of other miscellaneous materials.

"What do you mean? Why can't I wait? Hey, this is ramen!? Why are you making ramen in a dessert shop... Uh, isn't this for me?"

Kishida was originally confused by Akemi's words, but as he got closer and closer, he naturally saw the fragrant bowl of ramen. He was not stupid, and he understood what she meant immediately, but he was even more confused.

"Didn't you prepare lunch a long time ago?"

When Akemi nodded in affirmation, Kishida asked doubtfully.

"Well, the food has been reheated twice. I tried it and the taste and texture changed, so I poured it out."

Mingmei wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. She felt her face was getting hot, but she still replied with a calm smile.

"Falled? Such a waste!?"

Kishida exclaimed subconsciously.

? ? ? Boss, is there something wrong with your focus?

Nishitani Saki, who was pretending to make a cake but actually eating melon silently, felt that his boss's brain circuit was probably hopeless.

"...I'm not afraid that you are too picky."

Similarly, Mingmei was silent for a while, then secretly gritted her teeth and glared at Kishida fiercely. She was about to turn her head and ignore him and continue to complete the last steps of ramen, but she found that Kishida's eyes were locked tightly on her face, and his eyes were filled with tears. Moving with an indescribable emotion.

"Again, so what, what happened?"

Mingmei was a little flustered and asked hesitantly, turning her head at an angle of thirty degrees subconsciously.

"Huh, I said..."

Seeing this, Kishida couldn't help but put his hands on her shoulders, turned her face towards him again, then took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"ah!?"

Her mind was filled with confusion. For some reason, the moment they looked at each other again, Mingmei's heart suddenly trembled heavily, making her want to break away and avoid him.

"boom!"

Kishida released a hand, put his thumb against his index finger, and hit Akemi's forehead hard, causing her brain to break.

"It hurts! What are you doing?"

Mingmei covered her forehead in pain and was completely confused.

"Thanks, senior, but don't be like this next time. I am very picky about food, but not to this extent. I went back so late last night and got up early in the morning to make breakfast. You might as well have this time Get some rest and don't burn yourself out.

"I can be hungry for a while, but I don't dare to tire you. If I accidentally make you tired and leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a store manager like you to manage the store for me. So this brain Take it as a lesson, you know?"

An indescribable feeling suddenly rose from the depths of his soul. Kishida thought for a while, then spoke with a smile, but his tone was rarely very strong.

"...I know! Just like a grown man, huh, you still teach me a lesson. No matter how big or small you are, I am the senior!"

After a long silence, Mingmei pouted and glared at Kishida angrily, and casually slapped away his other hand that was still on her shoulder.

"Yes, yes, but don't forget that I am the boss."

"Hey! Just now you said you were afraid that I would get bored and leave, and now you're using this to suppress me!"

"Well, just now was just now, now is now~"

Kishida raised his eyebrows in a disgraceful manner and replied.

"...Heh, I think I'd better eat this ramen by myself. I happen to be quite hungry."

Mingmei was helpless and quite angry.

"No, how can you finish eating so much!"

"There's also Shaji here. Shaji, do you want to eat together?"

Akemi opened her arms to stop Kishida who wanted to grab the ramen, and shouted to Nishitani Saki.

"No, no need, you can eat by yourself, I'm full! Burp!"

After hearing this, Nishitani Saki shook his head and burped deeply.