The world of science is unscientific

Moreover, this way, there's no need to try to find out the other party's background anymore. As the boss, his free actions are not for his subordinates to interfere with.

That's just the style; that person probably has nothing to say about it.

If Hakuba shows that he wants to follow him no matter what, then Suzuki Yusuke can easily figure out what kind of person this kid is.

Sure, that's a great idea.

Yusuke Suzuki immediately adopted the idea, and that's how it will be done from now on.

Bai Ma is still young, at the prime of his life, so we should give him some responsibilities and let him get some experience.

If you can't even withstand this little test, how will you get to a higher position in the organization?

Are you content to be a driver like Vodka for the rest of your life?!

Yusuke Suzuki instantly completed his mental lecture to Hakuba, while Hakuba was happily preparing the ingredients.

After the wind blew for about half an hour, Yusuke Suzuki finally went to take charge of the cooking and assumed the role of head chef.

Although only the four of them came today, the other two were so enthusiastic about their work that he couldn't find a reason to ask Gin to come and help.

Scream, screw, screw until you die.

All they do is wait to be served.

After glancing at Gin's retreating figure, Suzuki Yusuke swiftly removed the hoof from its body with a knife, leaving the bones... to take back to my dream to gnaw on.

This dog has never gnawed on a bone in its life; it's so pitiful.

Thinking of this, he looked up and called to Vodka, "Vodka, go look in the woods over there for pine cones or something, and if you find any, bring me a few back."

"okay."

Vodka went there excitedly.

Then, Suzuki Yusuke looked at the aloof man who was still blowing in the wind, "Gin, go and move the pot over, Hakuba, clean the stove."

Gin remained frozen for a long time, and Vodka did not return until the cigarette had completely burned out.

When he turned back, Suzuki Yusuke was looking at him with an expression that said, "Are you trying to freeload?"

So he turned and walked towards the car.

Chapter 677 Eating hot pot, eating hot pot

Gin looks thin and frail, and his damage output relies entirely on his gun, but he can easily carry a pot.

Now they are not as casual as before. They have abandoned the traditional habit of building stoves with bricks and have adopted new equipment. The charcoal they burn is all high-quality.

The various pots and pans, as well as the tableware, are quite high-end.

The key point is that these things weren't even bought on the spot by the vodka.

I don't know if this counts as public funds being spent, but you certainly wouldn't need these things if you went out to commit murder and arson.

If he ever disliked Gin, he would report Gin to that person for his questionable lifestyle, including misuse of public funds and rampant extravagance.

Once the pot is on the table, the rest is simple.

Yusuke Suzuki naturally didn't have time to personally prepare the hot pot broth beforehand; he bought it ready-made.

However, I couldn't find authentic Chinese-style vodka, so it needs to be processed a bit more.

It's not complicated. Just put chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, and various spices in, pour it into a pot of butter, stir-fry it, add water, and you're done.

"Let's wait an hour first."

Yusuke Suzuki rolled up his sleeves, took out a cigarette, lit it, and then walked aside to reply to Ai Haibara's text message.

The bumbling detective remains listless, but Professor Agasa can't sit still any longer and is preparing to take the children out for some fun, with the date set for this weekend.

Of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it will most likely be tomorrow.

Resisting the time limit for Conan's studies by not sleeping is useless; Suzuki Yusuke had already tried it long ago.

Living in such a world, you have to learn to adapt.

He only complains occasionally to amuse himself.

Going along isn't necessarily a bad thing; we could just ride the wave of the storyline. Anyway, he's currently in a period of relative inactivity at work.

If there aren't suitable candidates to expand the action team, then it's not his fault.

Gin said he would assign him a new task, but there's been no news. So he might as well go out with his wife and get some extra time together.

No, I still feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Once Vermouth returns, he's determined to have a proper interaction with Conan right under her nose.

Ran Mouri is out of the question; in the world of gangsters, family matters shouldn't be involved.

Vermouth's godson is Shinichi Kudo, what business is it of yours, Conan?

Once his thoughts became clearer, Yusuke Suzuki quickly sent a positive reply to his wife, then walked over to the pot to take a picture, intending to start sending the message to the group.

"You have a particular fondness for such trivial things?"

At that moment, Gin, who was sitting and adding charcoal to the stove, gave him a cool look.

"A boring person who doesn't know how to share."

Yusuke Suzuki gave his evaluation, put away his phone, and then sat down to warm himself by the fire.

The temperature on the mountain dropped a bit.

Seeing that Bai Ma had finished his work, he ordered, "Bai Ma, get me a bottle of wine, anything will do, just don't mix it."

"Understood, brother."

White Horse's tone was different from Vodka's; it carried a sense of youthful helplessness.

And his mixing was terrible... Does he even understand the value of a recipe-free cocktail?!

Wei Que simply doesn't understand the satisfaction of tasting a new flavor.

Hakuba went to get the sake, while Gin, having finished adding charcoal, glanced at Suzuki Yusuke without leaving a trace.

Hmph, this guy is starting to stand on his own now.

Just then, a commotion arose in the woods, and Vodka stepped out, regaining his freedom amidst the scattered leaves.

"Wei Que, I found a lot. Do you want more? There are more over there."

Vodka was very excited and ran over to start rummaging through his pockets, pulling out seven or eight pine cones of various sizes.

"Is this enough?"

"Enough is enough."

Yusuke Suzuki stood up and put his arm around Vodka's shoulder. "I made your favorite garlic pork belly, it's all yours later, and there's also pig's trotter soup. It's not spicy, but the taste is absolutely amazing."

Just hearing about the vodka made his mouth water, but when he looked into the pot, there was nothing there. If there hadn't been no other traces, he would have suspected that these people had eaten it first.

He looked away and asked with great interest, "Wei Que, how do you eat these pine cones? Sweet or spicy?"

eat?

After a moment's thought, Yusuke Suzuki patted the other person's shoulder forcefully. "This is what I prepared for my squirrel. If you really want to eat it, just roast it in the fire and treat it like sunflower seeds."

Vodka: "???"

squirrel?

What squirrel?

Oh, I went in and busied myself for ages, only to find out it wasn't food for us?

It's alright, I guess. I don't need it.

Seeing the confusion on his face behind his sunglasses, Suzuki Yusuke made a rabbit ear gesture with his hands. "Demon Squirrel, the kind with big ears. I also have a talking dog at home. Do you want to come with me to see it later?"

Vodka instinctively wanted to say "Okay, okay," but Gin's cold gaze had already swept over him.

He could only chuckle awkwardly, "Let's forget about it, we'll wait for another chance."

Just then, the white horse returned with the wine.

This guy often met with Gin and Vodka at Base 4, so he knew what they usually drank and brought them over.

Gin was closer, so he got the sake first.

He gave Suzuki Yusuke a defiant look, as if to say, 'Your underling still considers me his big brother.'

Yusuke Suzuki chose to ignore it, ran to his car, took out a box of boneless chicken feet that had been soaking in the base, and then placed it in front of the vodka.

The foodie vodka was instantly captivated.

Perhaps the lemon flavor was too strong, because Gin's cold gaze couldn't penetrate it at all.

After eating one, Jiajia nodded repeatedly, trying to express how delicious it was, but her mouth was too full to say anything, so she just made up "ah ba ah ba".

Two minutes later, Vodka finally realized that his older brother was still sitting there, so he quickly put a plate of chicken feet in front of Gin.

Oh, I also need to test the poison for my older brother.

Vodka picked up his chopsticks and took another bite, muttering, "Big brother, no problem, it's really delicious."

Gin sighed inwardly and began to taste it.

One bite of chicken feet, one sip of wine, and the plate was soon left with only broth.

There was nothing he could do; the plate was large, but only a little vodka was served, and he even took a bite to test for poison.

Gin couldn't help but smack his lips, savoring the taste.

"Give you some more."

At that moment, Yusuke Suzuki walked over carrying a large ladle and filled it with a spoonful of chicken feet.

Before leaving, he added rudely, "You don't need me to test the poison for you, do you?"

Gin: “…”

The boneless chicken feet were quickly devoured, and after drinking quite a bit of wine and chatting for about 20 minutes, Suzuki Yusuke started putting things into the pot.

These are all classic ingredients.