"That's right, please come in first, Mr. Matsumoto is already waiting for you inside."

The woman named Xiaomiyayama Youko skillfully took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, Qin Zhibo put them on, stepped on the wooden floor, and walked into the lighted living room.

Walking into the living room, Qin Zhibo was a little surprised.

There are no sofas or tea tables here, but several large cooking tables with all the cooking equipment on them, which looks very professional.

Inside the cooking table, there are several chairs and tables, and Matsumoto Ryohei is sitting on one of the chairs.

"Mr. Qin, we meet again."

"Yes, here..."

Although they met again, Qin Zhibo was a little suspicious of this meeting place, even wary.

Several professional cooking tables were placed in the residence, and the reception was a woman who was a chef by profession, which gave Qin Zhibo some bad guesses.

When I first met Matsumoto Ryohei, he belonged to a fan club called "Hakusho". These people's hobby was to eat some weird food.

Could it be that this is the stronghold of "Bo Shi", a place where pica gather here to cook "delicious food"?

Matsumoto Ryohei saw Qin Zhibo's confusion, smiled and explained: "This is not a suspicious place, but a private cooking class, a place to share food making experience."

Um?

Qin Zhibo frowned slightly, expressing doubt.

At this time, Xiaogongshan's right son brought tea and explained this place to Qin Zhibo.

It turns out that just as Matsumoto said, this is the private cooking class of the famous French cuisine master, Yoshitomo Kamimori. It recruits a small number of students from outside and mainly teaches French cuisine.

And she is Mr. Kamimori's assistant. The teacher himself is not here now, and there will be other students in the class tonight.

The right son of Komiyayama left with the tea tray, and Qin Zhibo turned his head and looked at Matsumoto Ryohei with suspicion.

"With your cooking skills, do you still need to find a teacher?"

Matsumoto Ryohei smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Just when Qin Zhibo wanted to ask him if he had anything to do with Minase Yomeng, the door from the living room to the back porch suddenly opened.

A slightly petite girl figure rushed in and shouted at the same time.

"Uncle!"

Qin Zhibo turned around and looked a little surprised.

With short beige and white hair and a bright red flower on top of her head, she turned out to be Minase Harumu.

The girl rushed over, immediately hugged Qin Zhibo's waist, and rubbed her head against him like a cat.

"I smell uncle's smell in the toilet!"

"...So you didn't wash your hands?"

"How is it possible? How could a beautiful girl not wash her hands?"

Saying that, Minase Youmu shook his wet hands, showing off a little.

But Qin Zhibo only felt as if his windbreaker was used as a towel by her.

He turned to look at Matsumoto Ryohei and asked in a reproachful tone: "Why did you bring her out? The city is very dangerous for her."

Although I asked the Nine Angels Organization to investigate those people, I have not received a reply from them yet.

It is very dangerous to rashly appear in a crowded place without knowing the strength of the other party, and you are likely to be targeted again.

Matsumoto Ryohei smiled slightly and whispered: "This little girl's appetite is amazing, and I don't have clothes for her to wear, so I had to take her out to buy supplies today."

"But don't worry, she's in disguise today, so no one will notice."

Amazing appetite?

Qin Zhibo himself did not prepare a meal that could be described as "hearty" for Minase Youmeng, so he did not know how much she ate.

But in this way, it seems that he made the right choice by sending her to Matsumoto Ryohei's home.

They had already come out, and Qin Zhibo was too lazy to say anything else.

If you continue to stay here, you can also solve the problem of dinner.

Other people's schools, your own cafeteria.

At this moment, there was another movement from the entrance hall. After a while, an old woman wearing light-colored sunglasses walked in.

Out of politeness, several people greeted each other. This person's name was Shidai Kazue. He was a high school classmate of this classroom teacher and a student here.

"The tuition at this place is not cheap. Are the three of you here to learn how to cook French food?"

Shidai Kazue looked at the trio, two uncles and a high school girl, with strange eyes. This combination was really weird.

Qin Zhibo didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at Matsumoto Ryohei.

Matsumoto Ryohei smiled politely and said, "No, it's just me. I've come to ask you some questions about cooking..."

This standard smile made the 52-year-old Obasan look stunned. A few wrinkles on the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his slightly narrowed eyes were like spring breeze and peach blossoms.

Qin Zhibo: Well...Matsumoto Ryohei is quite popular with middle-aged and elderly women?

...

After waiting for a while, there was another movement from the entrance.

"Are you Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan? The teacher is already asking you, please come in..."

"Well... sorry to bother you, this is my father, and Conan, who is temporarily staying at our house, insists on coming here to observe..."
Chapter completed!