"Don't worry about such details." Guangyou waved his hand nonchalantly, changed his shoes and walked to the kitchen, leaving behind a message, "Hurry up and follow me. I won't be responsible for anything you miss later."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that Guangyou ignored him, Conan didn't want to perform a one-man show by himself, so he had to put on his shoes and follow Guangyou.

When Conan came to the kitchen, he saw Guangyou taking out cocoa powder and other things from the refrigerator. He couldn't help but be a little confused: "Are you going to..."

Glancing at Conan, Guangyou withdrew his gaze and responded lightly: "Make chocolate."

"Sure enough, it's not." Conan sighed, stepped forward and sat on the chair, "I thought it was a matter of the server, but think about it, the doctor's side is not well yet, even if there is a server, it won't work."

"As expected." Guangyou took out the materials and tied an apron on himself, "I know you are thinking about the server, but don't worry, once the doctor gets the firewall done, the plan can continue."

Conan naturally understands this. Moreover, even if the firewall and server are completed, there will not be much progress in a short period of time. After all, artificial intelligence still needs to grow.

Unless this artificial intelligence had already begun to grow before it was given to Guangyou.

"It's not impossible." Conan pinched his chin, looked at Guangyou's busy back, and thought of a bad possibility, "It's also possible that there is no artificial intelligence at all, and everything is just a prank by others."

Thinking of this, Conan let out a long sigh. Now he can only hope that the next thing will not go in a bad direction.

Guangyou stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Conan: "It's almost the holiday, don't you prepare a gift or something?"

"A gift?" Conan was a little confused, "What gift? Is it another holiday?"

His reaction was entirely expected by Guangyou. Conan had always been insensitive to this kind of thing. How could someone who could forget his own birthday remember other holidays?

"Yeah, White Day is coming soon, why don't you get ready?" Guangyou glanced at him indifferently, then turned around and started preparing the things he would need, such as pots, pans, and some tools.

Fortunately, Kudo Yukiko can cook. This kitchen is not used as a display. The tools and other tools are quite complete, but there are no ingredients.

In fact, even if you reserve it, you won't need it. After all, Conan doesn't know how to cook.

"It's Valentine's Day again..." Conan held his forehead and asked with some distress, "Why do you think there are so many holidays?"

"many?"

Looking up at Conan who was sighing, Guangyou couldn't help but shake his head, clicked his tongue, and said, "Even if these are too many? Then you don't know that Valentine's Day is on the 14th of every month, and January is

Diary Valentine's Day, February is traditional Valentine's Day, March is White Day, April is..."

Before Guangyou finished speaking, Conan felt a dull pain in his brain and quickly interrupted: "Stop, stop talking, I lost."

Seeing Conan's appearance, Guangyou stopped talking and quietly finished the preparations.

"Where did these holidays come from?" Conan felt like the word "Valentine's Day" was echoing in his mind, and he didn't know who was so boring as to create so many Valentine's Days.

In addition, there are various traditional festivals, birthdays, etc. Who can remember so many?

What a hassle.

"Who knows." Guangyou shrugged and explained to Conan, "Anyway, Japanese boys only need to remember March, and the rest is not that important."

"That's good." Conan breathed a sigh of relief. Just don't let him remember these things. He really couldn't remember them.

Guangyou picked up the bag of cocoa powder on the table and gestured to Conan: "How about I teach you how to make chocolate?"

"Me?" Conan pointed at himself, his tone full of doubt and lack of confidence, "Forget it, I still know myself, and I don't want to murder others."

"Don't be so unsure, it's just chocolate. The process is very simple." Seeing that Conan still didn't move, Guangyou wanted to use his trump card, "On the day of the festival, many girls in Didan High School will receive chocolates or gifts.

, and then Xiaolan can only stand aside and watch, or maybe someone will give chocolates to Xiaolan..."

Before his trump card was used up, Conan couldn't sit still. He stood up and walked to his side and said, "Teach me."

"Actually, making chocolate is very simple." Guangyou knew that Conan was still a little unsure, so he said with a smile, "The method is to melt the chocolate you bought, add some ingredients, pour it into the mold, and wait for it to solidify."

"..."

Conan suspected that the man in front of him was fooling him, but he had no evidence.

The chocolate made according to this process is indeed chocolate, and it is indeed made by hand, but why does he always feel that something is wrong?

Sensing Conan's suspicious gaze, Guangyou quickly explained: "Don't look at me like that, it's true. After all, most modern people are very busy. They have to go to work and go to school. They don't have so much time to start from scratch. And even if they are from foreign countries,

Those masters did the same thing."

"The steps for pure handmade chocolate are actually relatively simple, but they take a long time."

Guangyou was doing his work while popularizing science. “First, the cocoa beans must go through the steps of fermentation, exposure, roasting, and grinding, then the flavor is prepared, and finally, just wait for it to solidify. This process takes about a week.

.”

The general meaning of this is that Conan understands that he can honestly choose the former method and forget about the purely manual method. He doesn't have the ability and doesn't have that much time.

"I bought cocoa powder this time, but it doesn't matter, the general method is the same." Guangyou started to demonstrate, moving very slowly so that Conan could see clearly, "I will slow down the movements, you just follow me, really

Very simple."

"good."

Maybe it was Guangyou's words just now that successfully stimulated Conan. When making chocolate, he was very serious and looked at Guangyou every step of the way.

Guangyou also cooperated and slowed down so that he could see clearly.

The process went quite smoothly. After all, it was simple in the first place. There were no difficult steps. It just required care and patience.

...

Soon, an hour passed. At this time, the sky outside had completely darkened, and the stars climbed into the night sky, blooming with faint brilliance.

In Kudo's house, Guangyou endured the heat and tried the cocoa paste prepared by the two of them, and then nodded with satisfaction: "It's almost ready, you can put it in the refrigerator and wait for it to solidify."

Conan also tried the taste and breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect that what I made was not only edible, but also tasted good."

"It's not difficult in the first place. Compared to Chinese cuisine, this thing couldn't be simpler." Guangyou picked up the mold that had been prepared and said, "Come on, pour this stuff into the mold and make it."

After you finish it, you can put it in the refrigerator and wait for it to solidify.”

"Um."

Looking at the semi-finished chocolate in front of him, Conan smiled without leaving any trace. It seemed like this was the first time he made chocolate for others.

He thought the taste was okay, but he didn't know what kind of comment she would make.

Suddenly there is some expectation...

She should like it, right?

"What are you doing standing still?" Guangyou asked when he saw Conan was standing still, "Do you want to send him away like this?"

"How is that possible?" Conan came back to his senses, picked up the bowl and poured the cocoa paste into the mold, "I'm just a little happy that I succeeded in doing it the first time."
Chapter completed!