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Chapter 843 Was it intentional or accidental?(1/2)

Is there anyone else?

Conan was surprised and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Under the guidance of Youzi Komiyayama, several people came to the cooking class and saw Qin Zhibo, Matsumoto Ryohei and Minase Yomu sitting inside.

"bonsoir~everyone..."

Qin Zhibo said hello in French. Mao Lilan, Yuanzi, and Mao Li Kogoro were very surprised. Only Conan showed his half-moon eyes helplessly, and he was used to it.

...

The cooking class still had to wait for a while, so a few people started chatting.

It turned out that this cooking class was signed up by Yuanzi, but unexpectedly I heard that the teachers here were a bit strict, so I dragged Mao Lilan to come with me. This is called "holding a back before death".

As for Mouri Kogoro and Conan, they came here to enjoy themselves in the name of protection.

"I failed the winter vacation test today, so let me heal the trauma in my soul with delicious French cuisine~"

Suzuki Sonoko sang with emotion, clasped her hands together, and raised her head at a 45° angle like an opera singer.

Mao Lilan smiled. Along the way, she had heard Yuanzi complain about her unsatisfactory performance in the exam many times.

During today's exam, there were constant sounds of police cars and helicopters nearby. These noises greatly affected the candidates' performance.

Only after returning home at night did Mao Lilan find out about the blaster.

In order not to scare Mao Lilan, Conan did not say that a bomb was also planted in Didan High School.

"By the way, Minase-san, you also took the exam today, right? How did you do?"

Mao Lilan took the initiative to talk to Minase Youmeng, but Minase's face was a little confused, as if he didn't know what you were talking about.

Sonoko looked at Minase and asked doubtfully: "Xiaolan, is this short-haired girl also from our school?"

"Yeah, have you forgotten? The last fishing competition..."

Just as Mao Lilan was about to explain the scene of her first meeting with Minase Youmeng, Conan on the side was frightened.

In order to prevent Sonoko from realizing that she was missing that part of her memory, she quickly interrupted: "Uncle Matsumoto! Are you here to learn cooking?"

Matsumoto Ryohei smiled slightly, "Yes."

"But uncle's cooking skills are already so good, do you still need to learn?"

Mentioning Matsumoto Ryohei's cuisine, Mouri Kogoro swallowed his saliva. Ever since he last experienced such a delicious and juicy steak dish, he would never forget it again.

"Of course, cooking is a process of continuous learning, and it has nothing to do with the level of cooking skills that an individual has mastered. Nature has provided humans with so many rich ingredients, and there will always be new flavors and new combinations that have never been tried before, waiting to be developed."

"And my goal is to pursue the most delicious combination of ingredients to satisfy my taste buds..."

Matsumoto Ryohei talks eloquently and behaves like a professional gourmet.

But Qin Zhibo knows that in Matsumoto Ryohei’s understanding, the best food that humans can obtain is precisely humans themselves.

The sunglasses girl Shidai Kazue, who was sitting quietly beside her, suddenly opened her mouth, "I guess you were attracted by the French cuisine bestseller recently published by Yoshitomo Uemori, right?"

"But you may be disappointed. One-third of the cooking combinations published in that book were all painstakingly thought up by Ms. Youko..."

"Oh? Really?" Matsumoto Ryohei's eyes moved slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became subtle.

There was something in the words of Miss Sunglasses. When Youko Komiyayama, who was preparing ingredients by the cupboard, heard it, his eyes slightly lowered and he said weakly: "Stop talking about this, Miss Kazueda, these are not important anymore..."

"Isn't it important? Isn't it?" Shidai Kazue stood up, pinched his waist with one hand, and spoke more sternly, "They stole your own recipe, which you, as Meichi's assistant, worked hard to create

Homemade recipes.”

"But, the teacher has revised it..." Komiyayama Uko's voice became weaker.

"Even if it's been modified a bit, it still belongs to you after all. You can't even complain about it. I really don't understand what you're thinking."

Rightko Komiyayama stopped answering, and the atmosphere became awkward for a while.

Qin Zhibo looked at the people in the cooking class and calculated with his fingers that the deceased this time was probably the cooking teacher who had not yet appeared.

Rightko Komiyayama's original recipe was stolen. If this reason were placed on the rice cakes, it would be enough to become a motive for the murder.

There is also this girl with sunglasses named Shidai Kazue who seems to be upholding justice, but in fact, she is more like stirring up dissension and hoping that her old classmate will be in bad luck.

...

After a while, the remaining two students also arrived.

A man named Nishitani Hiroaki, a 29-year-old French chef, has a more serious appearance and is quite popular with Suzuki Sonoko.

"Xiaolan, this chef is quite good. If you can invite me to cook for my family..."

"Don't you already have Mr. Kyogoku?"

"Oh, Ah Zhen, isn't he out of the country right now? Water from afar cannot quench the thirst of the nearer~"

"Yuanzi, you are really..."

Conan, the pure love warrior next to him, listened to the whispers among his girlfriends and couldn't help complaining about Yuanzi, a bad woman. Fortunately, Mao Lilan didn't imitate her at all.

The other student was not from outside. She was a curvaceous woman who came out of the back room. She was dressed in a flashy style, except that she wore an eyepatch over her left eye, which was a bit unconventional.

"Could she be that teacher? She looks very young..." Mouri Kogoro guessed casually.

"Probably not, she is a housewife, probably the teacher's daughter-in-law." Qin Zhibo looked at the basic information on the big wave woman's head and judged.

Several people were stunned, not knowing whether what Qin Zhibo said was true or false.

Under the introduction of Xiaogongshan Youzi, Qin Zhibo was indeed right.

"Miss Xiaoxun is the daughter-in-law of our teacher Kamimori, and she is also learning French cuisine with everyone."

"You guys have to come on." Kaoru Kamimori said a perfunctory hello to the newcomers and walked aside.

Passing by Shidai Kazue, Shidai raised his head and asked: "Xiao Kaoru, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Shang Morixun subconsciously covered his eyes and lowered his head slightly, "It's just a needle hole..."

Qin Zhibo looked at Shang Senxun's reaction and could basically conclude that the eyepatch was not an illness, but an injury.

People are just like animals. When someone mentions an injury, their most instinctive reaction is to protect their own injury.

At this time, a figure floated faintly across the lawn outside the villa.

"The teacher is back."

Several people, led by the right son of Komiyayama, immediately lined up to greet him at the door. Those who didn't know it thought the emperor had arrived.

"You are back, teacher."

"Thank you for your hard work, mother-in-law."

Amid the greetings and crowds, today's protagonist finally made his grand appearance, the gourmet cook--Michi Uemori.

This is a typical "white, rich and beautiful" person, who can use half a box of makeup and foundation at one time, "white" with big arms and round waist, and "beautiful" with stinking beauty.

The appearance of this middle-aged old woman reminded Qin Zhibo of the old lady who was captured by the witch in the movie "The Master Key". She was exactly the same.

Seeing Mouri Ran and Sonoko paying to sign up, Uemori Michi smiled and said hello. Moori Kogoro, who had come to eat for free, took the initiative to say hello, but was ignored.

Arriving at the living room, Shidai Kazueda respectfully handed the repaired brooch to her.

"This is the brooch you asked me for. I have already repaired it."

"Oh, then just put it there."

Yoshitomo Uemori neither looked at her nor said thank you, but just sat on the chair, enjoying Nishitani Hiroaki's shoulder massage, while Kaoru Uemori knelt next to her and took her pulse, which was a style comparable to that of the Empress Dowager Nishitani.

Even a wealthy lady like Suzuki Sonoko grinned when she saw Yoshitomo Uemori's behavior, and she had countless things to complain about.

If I had known earlier I would not have signed up here...

As an observer, Qin Zhibo shook his head slightly.

This man is useless, completely useless...

If you dare to act arrogant and arrogant in front of Conan, without knowing any restraint, do you believe that the God of Death will take over you in a matter of seconds?

Qin Zhibo would generally not take the initiative to save such people now.

As the saying goes, it's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words. You have offended the abbot and still want to leave?

A person like this who always exudes the aura of "Who will kill me? Who dares to kill me?" cannot be saved, and he is not the savior.

Sunglasses sister Shidai Hezhi walked aside and expressed her dissatisfaction calmly. She asked others for help but didn't even say thank you.

Mao Lilan was still relatively naive and asked: "Teacher, may I ask if she has any physical discomfort?"

The sunglasses girl hugged her shoulders, snorted coldly, and replied in a low voice, "She is just too fat. Every time she comes back from going out, she will ask Xiaoxun to take her pulse."

"Because Xiaoxun was a nurse before she got married, and her son is an outstanding cadre in the company. However, because of his doting relationship with the only son, his behavior is unbearable, and Meichi is the kind of person who will abuse his daughter-in-law. Xiaoxun

It’s really pitiful…”

"But I heard that the teacher's husband died because of illness, right?" Mao Lilan asked again.

"Yes, that man was a stable and good man. It's a pity that he died too early..."

As she said that, the sunglasses lady tilted her head 45°, with eyes gleaming.
To be continued...
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