You tell me this is science?

The rice was very delicious, and the food was very delicious.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

Mingmei took a deep breath and smelled the aroma of the boiling rice porridge in the pot with an intoxicated face.

For this breakfast, Hanyu Nan, Xiao Ai and Mingmei ate the whole pot of rice porridge. No one paid any attention to the side dishes that were originally prepared, and no one even touched a chopstick.

"Uh... It's really delicious. Will this be the staple food at home in the future?" Xiao Ai leaned comfortably on the chair, stroking her round belly, and couldn't help but burped loudly.

"That's right, we have the conditions at home, eat as much as you want!" Hanyu Kusunoki also lazily lay on the chair, touching his belly while waving his big hands, with an extremely heroic tone.

It must be admitted that the taste of Lingmi is quite good. Not only does it smell of a light and elegant fragrance, but it also has a hint of just the right sweetness when eaten, which makes people linger and have a long aftertaste.

What's even better is that after eating it, the whole person will feel a kind of warmth and comfort from the inside out.

Mingmei looked at the cute appearance of her young master and sister, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

This atmosphere full of family warmth is really wonderful!

After the meal, Mingmei got up and went to the kitchen to start cleaning up the tableware.

Hanyu Kusunoki and Xiao Ai took on the task of moving all the entertainment agricultural props to the attic.

In the future, the activities of planting Lingmi will be concentrated in this attic.

Looking at Xiao Ai's enthusiastic appearance, Hanyu Nan couldn't help but smile.

He then injected spiritual energy into these entertainment agricultural props, intending to accompany Xiao Ai to plant spiritual rice again.

When Mingmei finished her work, she heard the sound coming from upstairs and couldn't wait to run upstairs, saying that she also wanted to participate.

Time passed quietly among the three people's laughter and jokes.

...

Mouri Detective Agency.

"Dad, do you think my dress is too red?" Xiaolan took a red dress and looked at it in the mirror, but she didn't feel very satisfied.

Xiaolan muttered in her heart: "Although this dress is bright in color, I always feel that something is missing... No, no, I have to pick it again! After all, this is a gift for Nan, and I must choose the most perfect one!"

As the best gift for Nan, Xiaolan can be said to have put a lot of thought into it.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, my daughter looks beautiful no matter what she wears." Hearing Xiaolan's voice, Maori Kogoro, who was watching the horse racing on TV, said casually without turning his head.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the tense atmosphere of the horse racing game, secretly praying that the black 8 he bet on would win.

He had invested a lot of money this time, betting a large sum of money on black 8, and had no time to care about his daughter's choice of clothes.

While talking, Maori Kogoro did not forget to pick up the wine glass and take a sip of wine, while muttering "Women are trouble!"

"Humph!" Seeing her father's hopeless appearance, Xiaolan snorted helplessly, but she was in a particularly good mood these two days, so she was too lazy to argue with her father about these things.

"I'm going out for a while." After leaving this sentence to Maori Kogoro, Xiaolan pushed the door and walked out.

She was going to ask her mother to help her choose the clothes to wear when she met Nan tomorrow.

After all, except for the fact that Hibiki Eri was a little unreliable in finding a husband, Hibiki Eri's vision in other matters was still very trustworthy.

…

Kudo's house.

Conan looked weak, lying limply on the sofa, staring blankly at the news report that the abominable bomb maniac had stolen a bunch of explosives again in the past two days.

He turned his head helplessly and looked at his mother who was sitting at the door with her hands on her hips, staring at him closely, feeling helpless and depressed.

This feeling of knowing clearly that someone is about to do something bad, but he just can't stop it.

Conan felt very uncomfortable all over, as if there were millions of ants crawling on his body.

"I'm so amazing!" Yukiko propped up her chin leisurely, looking at the uncomfortable look of Shinichi in front of her, and praised herself silently in her heart.

In the past two days, she and her silly son have launched a series of thrilling duels of wits and strategies.

He tried to escape by various means, but she saw through them one by one and cleverly resolved them.

She may not know others well, but she knows her own son very well!

Want to escape from my mother's palm? It's just a foolish dream!

Yukiko has made full preparations for a protracted war with Shinichi. Unless the police arrest the extremely hateful bomber, she will never let Shinichi step out of the house easily.

She, Fujimine Yukiko, is a well-known tactical expert!

Ding Ding Ding...

"Hello, hello, who is this?" Yukiko was sitting elegantly on the sofa drinking coffee. After hearing the ringtone, she put down the cup, then combed her hair with her hands, and then slowly picked up the phone and answered the call.

Conan looked up at his mother who was answering the phone, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, and then lay back on the sofa.

Despair! It's not that he hadn't thought about sneaking away while his mother was on the phone, but for some reason, his mother seemed to have suddenly become smart these two days, and her IQ rose sharply.

Every time he ran to the door, he would be ruthlessly pulled back by his mother and pressed on the sofa.

Is this still the same confused mother who was always deceived by him?

Conan expressed serious doubts.

"What, looking for Shinichi? I know..." Yukiko hung up the phone and turned to Conan and said, "Little Shinichi, the call is for you~"

"Looking for me?" Upon hearing this, Conan immediately jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted, and then ran quickly to Yukiko and snatched the phone from her hand.

"Hello, hello, I'm Kudo Shinichi..." Conan quickly grabbed the voice-changing bow tie and put it on his neck, and said to the phone.

"Kudo Shinichi, I think you must have seen the news. I am the one who stole the explosives in the news." A voice that was obviously specially processed came from the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?" Conan's pupils dilated unconsciously, and his eyes were full of shock.

"I think you should tell me your mobile phone number!" The other party's tone seemed a little tough.

"Why should I tell you my phone number to someone like you?" Conan glanced at his mother who was kneeling on the sofa next to him, holding her chin and looking at him curiously, and deliberately lowered his voice and said.