The world of science is unscientific

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"Yusuke, am I doing the right thing?"

Eri Kisaki was wearing an apron, and the potato slices on the cutting board looked a little bulky.

"You need to slice it even thinner." Yusuke Suzuki picked up the cleaver and demonstrated again, explaining the key points and techniques.

After listening, Eri Kisaki tried it out again, cutting very carefully and slowly, but it was clear that her teacher was very serious.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Yusuke Suzuki wiped his hands and took out his phone.

"Yusuke."

Eri Kisaki seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. "Who do you want to contact?"

Her tone was very stern.

“Don’t worry, Madam, I’m not looking for you, Teacher,” Yusuke Suzuki chuckled. “I just want Ai to come over too.”

"So you're looking for Ai..." Fei Yingli straightened up, quite interested.

At this point, Yusuke Suzuki continued, "You might not know this, but Ai's cooking skills are quite good too."

Fei Yingli: "..."

"Let's forget about it... Ahaha... Yusuke, I think you should go back first," Eri Kisaki said somewhat awkwardly. "Now all I need to do is continue practicing, right?"

"That's right, but you must not be impatient, or you might hurt your hand."

“Yes, I will pay attention,” Eri Kisaki said with a smile. “Once you’ve learned how to cut vegetables, come and teach me how to cook next time.”

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

"Wait, remember not to tell your teacher."

"Don't worry."

Yusuke Suzuki took off his apron, changed his shoes, and left.

Before coming, he thought that Eri Kisaki's case had encountered some problems. Since Kogoro Mouri and Ran Mouri were not in Tokyo, they had asked him, their disciple, for help.

The result was that he was asked to teach him how to cook.

Eri Kisaki usually lives in her own law firm.

Today, Secretary Midori Kuriyama was also absent, leaving Yusuke Suzuki alone in a room with his teacher's wife.

Although he was upright, honest, and pure of heart, strange ideas would occasionally pop into his head.

This was his first time visiting the law firm, and he didn't see the kitten named 'Goro'. Maybe he hadn't adopted it yet.

...

Evening arrived quickly, but Yusuke Suzuki was certain that he had only been standing downstairs at the office for a short while.

Get in the car, we're going to another office.

Eri just now subconsciously thought he was going to contact Kogoro Mouri, which means Ran may have already told her that the bumbling detective brought them back.

Otherwise, with Kogoro Mouri not in Tokyo, Eri Kisaki wouldn't have any reason to be nervous.

Yusuke Suzuki didn't call to confirm. Since it was on his way, and he was sure no one was downstairs, he went to Professor Agasa's house to find Ai.

Park the car and go straight upstairs.

Inside the room, Kogoro Mouri had finished his sketch. "Okay, I'm done!"

"Really? Let me see it quickly."

Just as Ran Mouri opened her mouth, there was a knock on the door.

The clueless detective turned his head to look and muttered, "Who could it be at this time...?"

"Here, take the drawing. I'll go open the door."

Ran Mouri received her own sketch, and Kogoro Mouri also received the scrutinizing gaze of his beloved student.

"Yusuke... why did you come here..." The bumbling detective didn't know why his momentum had suddenly weakened.

"I came to see the teacher and also to confirm whether you will be taking me on any future assignments."

"Of course I'll bring it! What are you talking about..."

"So, teacher, you've forgiven me for tying you up last night to meet your wife?"

Mouri Kogoro: "..."

Why bring this up again!

Last night, he was completely powerless to resist. This was the first time he had clearly realized just how outrageous his disciple was.

You should know that he is an expert in judo!

“Of course I forgive you,” Kogoro Mouri said, assessing the situation and showing great magnanimity. “No, I should say I never blamed you at all, hahahaha.”

Chapter 294 Sick

The master and apprentice exchanged words at the door.

"Dad, hurry up and let Yusuke in! What's with blocking the doorway?" Ran Mouri said, holding the painting in her arms, her expression not very pleasant.

Yusuke Suzuki is her father's disciple and her best friend's brother. The two are quite familiar with each other, so Ran Mouri doesn't really restrain her emotions.

After Suzuki Yusuke entered the room, Mouri Ran ran to her father to demand an explanation, holding up the painting and demanding, "What did you paint?!"

"Silly child, haven't you ever seen this kind of surrealist art style before?"

"But to me it looks like a child's doodle!"

"Xiaolan, what did you say!"

"Conan's drawings are much better than Dad's."

Kogoro Mouri was embarrassed. "Don't compare me to that brat!"

"What they said is true."

"You're the one with no taste, yet you dare to criticize me!"

"..."

Yusuke Suzuki silently went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, picked out a bottle of apple juice, and poured himself a glass. It seemed that it would be a long time before Ran Mouri poured him some water.

The father and daughter were arguing fiercely.

Conan quietly slipped away from the battlefield and approached Suzuki Yusuke. "Yusuke-nii, could you please pour me a drink too?"

"What case did you encounter today?" Suzuki Yusuke asked as he poured juice. "Why did you decide to draw a portrait of Ran, teacher?"

“They went to Master Jingshan’s place,” Conan sighed. “The master was killed by his disciple.”

"Because my uncle had asked the late Master Jingshan to paint a picture for Sister Xiaolan, he had no choice but to come himself now."

Yusuke Suzuki recalled that he vaguely remembered that the crime was committed by using bamboo that grew rapidly after the rain, for something like ghostwriting.

Speaking of which, there was a painting master named Kisaragi Minami who was arrested in the movie "Countdown to Heaven".

Conan really knows how to mess with people, from company presidents and masters to entertainers, politicians, and ordinary people—he strikes at everyone.

Awesome!

Seeing that Ran Mouri was focused on arguing with the bumbling detective, Yusuke Suzuki secretly took the painting and glanced at it.

Just one glance.

Yusuke Suzuki put it down.

Not to mention.

At that moment, Ran Mouri also noticed that Yusuke Suzuki had seen the painting, and she quickly came over, snatched the painting, and held it in her arms.

"Yusuke-nii, how could you peek like that?"

“It was lying right here,” Yusuke Suzuki pointed to the coffee table, “so it doesn’t count as peeping.”

Mao Lilan: "......"

"Xiao Lan, if you don't like it, give it to me. I'll get rid of it for you and make sure no one will ever see it again."

"no!"

Yusuke Suzuki immediately put on a 'I knew it' smile, and Ran Mouri also realized what was happening, her face turning bright red.

"I'm going to cook..." Ran Mouri carried the painting back to her room.

Although this painting is ugly and unattractive, it was still painted for her by her father.

Ran Mouri may dislike it, but she's still very reluctant to throw it away.

In the living room, Kogoro Mouri snorted, straightened his tie, and then, realizing he was at home, he ripped off the tie with a flourish and tossed it aside.

"Phew, this is much more comfortable."

Kogoro Mouri's sitting posture is extremely unseemly. If Eri Kisaki were here, the two of them would probably have another argument about it.

Thinking about this, Yusuke Suzuki couldn't help but speculate about Eri Kisaki's purpose in learning cooking.

Could it be that he's preparing to move back into the detective agency?

I'll ask next time.

After having a free meal, Yusuke Suzuki went to Professor Agasa's house for a while.

Now he increasingly felt like he was playing a game, running around on several fixed maps, and with that dream, the sense of unreality that Suzuki Yusuke had long since lost resurfaced.

We need to get rid of this idea as soon as possible.

This is also one of the reasons why Yusuke Suzuki insisted on following Kogoro Mouri's storyline.

After all, in the beginning, he wore away that sense of unreality by working on case after case.

He needs to keep himself moving and not let his life become a set of routines.

Running a delegation is a good method.

Perhaps going to the company to fulfill his duties as president would also be a good idea.