COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Since you are a guest, please sit down." Xing Ping Chuangzhen pointed to the seat just passed by.

"Wait and enjoy the food." Said confidently.

Shuji Tsushima just glanced down at the position.

Immediately behind him, the black suit rushed out, quickly took out the handkerchief from his body, and wiped the table and chairs.

After it was polished and shiny, another black suit immediately put cushions on the chair.

Butler Tanaka took out the white tablecloth from his clothes with a natural expression, shook it lightly, and spread it on the table.

He took out a cup from the side, put a few flowers that the bodyguard found somewhere, and placed it on the table covered with a white tablecloth.

Suddenly, the area they were staying in turned into an elegant restaurant.

"This guy..." Xing Ping Chuangzhen frowned.

"What a blind young master's attitude..." He covered his eyes, not looking at the shiny area, and entered the kitchen.

"It's not Mr. Seiichiro who cooks..." The boy's tone seemed to reveal regret.

Sit naturally on a cushioned chair.

It was obvious that he was used to the behavior of the bodyguards.

Shuji Tsushima: I'm used to it, at least they didn't start to redecorate directly.

When he was with that adoptive father before, those bodyguards had to build a palace in the desert.

Even if it's a one-off.

In contrast, Butler Tanaka and the others are already very low-key.

"Don't worry, my cooking won't disappoint you." Xing Ping Chuangzhen raised his eyebrows and said.

Don't act like you have no expectations of me!

Although not as good as my dad, my cooking skills are pretty good too!

"Hey..." The boy rested his chin with one hand in boredom.

Butler Tanaka immediately handed over a document that he hadn't finished reading.

He rested his chin on one hand and turned the pen on the other, looking at the document with a tired expression.

Shuji Tsushima: Obviously I just want to fish...

Xingping Chuangzhen accumulated strength.

"By the way, I just want to eat crab meat dishes." Shuji Tsushima suddenly mentioned.

"Where did the crab meat come from at this time..." Xing Ping Chuang really complained weakly.

"I can't eat anything except crab meat." The black-haired boy's tone was capricious.

"Let's talk about it after you taste it after I'm done." Xing Ping Chuangzhen looked confident.

"Alas..." The boy sighed and stopped talking, and continued to read the file.

"Guest, your food." A plate of steaming bacon-wrapped food was placed on the table.

"Poor hospitality—" the boy from the red square laughed and pulled off the white ribbon tied around his head.

Shuji Tsushima looked at the bandage that the opponent tore off from his head and wrapped it around his hand, and then at the bandage wrapped around his own arm.

Ah... the setting of bandages is quite common.

Speaking of which, the setting of bandages and blindfolds is also very common...

but……

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"The most delicious thing is to eat it while it's hot." Xing Ping Chuangzhen urged.

"Potato and bacon barbecue..." Shuji Tsushima looked at the food in front of him and picked up his knife and fork.

Slowly cut into pieces and put in your mouth.

"How does it taste?" Xing Ping Chuangzhen looked forward to it.

"...It's okay." The boy thought for a while.

The tone can be called perfunctory.

"Then... are you... satisfied?" Xing Ping Chuangzhen looked disappointed.

"This level...isn't enough." The black-haired boy shook his head.

"Did you cook the same dish for the previous one?" he asked.

"Yeah, that lady obviously enjoyed eating..." Xing Ping Chuangzhen raised his forehead and said.

Damn, it didn't satisfy this person!

"Sure enough, you are still far away, you kid." Seiichiro Xingping stroked his son's red hair amusedly.

Turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, what kind of food do you want?" Seiichiro Kohei stood in front of the kitchen counter and turned to Shuji Tsushima.

"Crabmeat, crabmeat, crabmeat..." The teenager closed the document with his eyes closed.

"If there is no crab meat..."

"Just make me something that tastes like crab meat." She folded her hands and rested her chin, smiling.

"A dish that tastes like crab meat... I know." Seiichiro Kohei said with a relaxed tone.

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"Please take your time." Under the expectation of Shuji Tsushima, Seiichiro Kohei brought his food.

The same dish as crab sticks, wrapped in a golden crisp.

"This is..." Shuji Tsushima picked up a fork and put it in front of his eyes to observe.

It has the same meaty texture as crab meat.

"It's tofu." He said clearly.

"You have a good eye." Seiichiro Xingping expressed his affirmation.

Generally, the existence of non-cookers cannot see the materials he uses.

"Crab meat dish made of tofu..."

"It's a good idea." Shuji Tsushima said as he put the food into his mouth.

Then put down the cutlery.

"How? Are you not satisfied with the taste?" Seiichiro Kohei asked while looking at the unfinished dishes.

"Out of 100 points, this dish can score 90 points." The black-haired boy swallowed the food in his mouth and said.

"What's the reason for the remaining ten points?" Seiichiro Xingping asked seriously.

He made it with great care.

"It's not your problem." The boy sat on his seat and shook his head.

"It's my problem." His eyelashes quivered slightly.

"Tofu is tofu after all, and it will never turn into crab meat..."

"If I can't tell it's tofu, this dish will be full marks." The boy said with a sigh.

But...the fake can't become the real after all.

"It seems that my cooking skills can't satisfy you." Seiichiro Xingping also said helplessly.

"No, ninety points is already a satisfactory standard." The boy shook his head.

"Congratulations, no one will bother you anymore."

"This street will become a specialty food street." The young man made a decision in an understatement.

"Mr. Tanaka, I'm sorry." He said to the old man beside him.

"Everything is according to your wishes." Butler Tanaka bowed respectfully.

"This is the meal money." The boy took out the check and wrote a series of numbers on the table.

"One million? That's too much...!" Xing Ping Chuangzhen exclaimed as he picked up the check.

"It's just a meal, not that much." He tried to return the check.

"No." Shuji Tsushima shook his head.

"It's too cheap to eat Mr. Shura's food for a million dollars." He smiled inexplicably.

"Sura...? You mean...my dad?" Xing Ping Chuangzhen looked at his willful and unrestrained old father with a puzzled face.

No, my father still has a hidden identity?

"Wrong person, I'm just an ordinary restaurant owner."

Xingping Seiichiro made a haha, and perfunctory passed.

"Then, I'll take my leave." Butler Tanaka said goodbye to them on behalf of his young master.

A group of bodyguards escorted the boy in black out of the restaurant.

Get in the car, and simply leave.

"Just give up like this..." Xing Ping Chuangzhen patted his head.

The woman who came before said a lot of cruel words.

But those people just now...

Very polite all the way.

Although... it's very particular.

He looked at the dining table covered with a white tablecloth, the upholstered chairs, and the bouquet of flowers on the table.