Zongman: Starting as a Prop Master

"My reasoning is the same as Kazama-san's. I think Nohara-san must have asked you to do something on the way, and when you came back, you saw these radishes."

After saying that, Conan looked at Ayumi and asked:

"Isn't that right, Ayumi?"

Hearing Conan's question and seeing everyone looking at her, Ayumi nodded and said honestly:

"Come to think of it, Xiaoyi did tell us not to block the sun, and then told us to set out the mats for lunch. But..."

Just when Ayumi was about to say something, Conan interrupted her with an expression as if to say, "See, as I expected."

"It was at that time that Nohara-san took the radishes away while you were away, so you had the illusion that he had grown these radishes with magic."

After explaining the "technique", Conan did not forget to make a summary.

"This is just a low-level trick often used by magicians. It can barely fool children like you."

He would never believe what magic Shin-chan and Nini were talking about, even if he was beaten to death.

Conan was talking so much that he didn't notice Haibara Ai's increasingly weird expression at all.

She remembered what Kazunosuke said.

"The smarter people are, the less willing they are to believe in things that are beyond their common sense. They may even help you find ten, a hundred, or even thousands of reasons to force you to rationalize these things that are beyond their cognition."

Isn’t the famous steamed egg in front of us, which is so proud of itself, a blatant example?

The explanation was perfect, if she hadn't known how magical the props in Ichiro's assistant were, she might have actually believed it.

"Is that so?"

Although she still felt something was odd, since the two wise men in the team said so, Ayumi could only suppress her doubts.

As for Nini, after being with Shin-chan for a long time, she gradually became more generous and had long forgotten the moment she first saw the seeds sprout.

Only Ichinosuke, who had not refuted, looked at Conan with an incomprehensible light in his eyes.

Chapter 87: Dishes from the Changcai Radish

"Okay, let's hurry up and move these radishes back."

Faced with Conan's sarcastic statement of deceiving children, Ichinosuke did not have any intention of refutation. Instead, he called on the children to move the carrots.

There is a saying that goes, a slap in the face is like a tornado, always catching you off guard.

It's not scary to pretend, but it's embarrassing for anyone who fails.

Who knows the outcome until the last moment?

There were eleven people in the group and twenty carrots, almost two for each person.

Fortunately, the radishes were not very heavy and not far from the camp, so a few people carried them back to the camp in one trip.

Just as everyone washed the radishes and put them on the placemats, they met Yoshinaga Midori who came to check on them because she was worried.

Seeing the radish on the placemat and the lack of smoke from the cooking, Yoshinaga Midori couldn't help but ask:

"Children, where did you get so many radishes?"

"Also, why didn't I see you guys making a fire to grill the meat? Don't you know how to do it?"

As he spoke, Yoshinaga Midori's voice gradually became louder.

With an excited look of eagerness to try, he looked at Conan, Ichinosuke and Haibara Ai in the crowd.

In her impression, these three children can be said to be omniscient and omnipotent.

Unexpectedly, they would be stumped by how to make a fire and grill meat.

"Could it be that I, a kindergarten teacher, finally have a chance to show my talents?"

For some reason, Yoshinaga Midori suddenly felt her tears wet.

Those are not tears of sadness, nor pain, but tears of joy.

God knows how badly she was hit by these three omnipotent children.

Every time she taught the children a lesson or shared some knowledge, she had to be very careful, for fear of hearing,

"Teacher, this isn't the case here!"

"Teacher, that's wrong too."

"Teacher, this is still wrong."

These three sentences are as terrifying as the evil spirits that are demanding death.

Every time during class, any of the three would look up at her.

Yoshinaga Midori's first reaction was to immediately reflect on whether he had said something wrong again.

Sometimes, she even doubted who was the adult and who was the child among them.

She felt sadly that even if their identities were swapped, her job as a kindergarten teacher would probably be perfectly replaced by the other three.

Until this moment, Yoshinaga Midori seemed to have found hope in life again.

"Finally, finally, finally there is something that these three little brats can't do."

With fists clenched, the fire of fighting spirit burned in his eyes.

Yoshinaga Midori has made up her mind that when she teaches these kids how to build a stove and grill, she must give them some harsh words:

"Oh my, I didn't expect you guys couldn't do something so simple. Kids are just kids after all."

And so on, to severely suppress those three guys.

Humming a little tune, at this moment, Yoshinaga Midori felt that the rain had stopped, the sky was clear, and she seemed to be fine again.

However, if nothing unexpected happens, an accident will occur.

Just when Yoshinaga Midori was in a good mood and was about to demonstrate how to build a stove to grill meat, Ichinosuke's voice, which almost gave her a nightmare, rang again.

"Teacher, no need, our lunch is ready."

As he spoke, Ichinosuke raised the radish in his hand towards Yoshinaga Midori and gestured to her.

"Yes, you are ready."

Yoshinaga Midori was so depressed as if struck by lightning that she didn't even have the mood to look at the lunch that Ichinosuke had mentioned. She left the camping site of Ichinosuke and his group in a dejected mood as if she had received a heavy blow.

"Is she okay like this?"

Looking at the distraught Yoshinaga Midori, Haibara Ai felt a little bit reluctant.

Although this teacher is a little stupid, he is often beaten around by Shin-chan.

But it cannot be denied that he is indeed a very responsible, patient and good-tempered teacher.

"It's okay. Just keep hitting her. Maybe she'll get used to it."

As for Ichinosuke, it doesn't matter much. This is just the beginning. Who knows, there are still dozens, hundreds or even thousands of years waiting for them.

Watching Yoshinaga Midori walk away, Ichinosuke clapped his hands and said excitedly:

"Okay, let's eat!"

He really wanted to know what kind of unusual taste the food grown from radishes would have.

The group of people kneeling on the mats looked at each other, not knowing what to do when they heard Ichinosuke say that.

Can't they just hold these carrots and chew them one by one?

Finally, all eyes fell on Kazunosuke.

Ichinosuke had no intention of explaining to them at all.

Instead, he picked up a carrot and gestured directly to everyone.

"To this side."

As he said this, Ichinosuke grabbed Radish Head with both hands and exerted force at the same time.

"Boom!"

The crisp sound was not the sound of an object cracking, but rather the sound of a wine cork being pulled out.

Along with this sound, the radish in Yizhishou's hand was split into two in the eyes of everyone.

"Bah!"

At this moment, a white mist with a rich fragrance erupted from the gap.

"Huh! Huh!"

Yuantai, who was the most gluttonous, greedily sucked in the fragrance.

Almost instantly, he recognized the source of the fragrance and couldn't help but shout loudly,

"Eel rice, this is the taste of eel rice."

The hot mist and Yuantai's shouting made some people unable to sit still.

"Eel rice, that's impossible."

Unlike the naive Yuantai, several people with basic knowledge and extensive experience immediately refuted the argument.

After a while, the fog dissipated.

A bowl of steaming eel rice was placed in half a radish on the table and appeared in front of everyone.

The rice is crystal clear and each grain is distinct.

The eel meat spread on the rice is golden, crispy, thick and plump.

The thick and sticky sauce poured on at the end seals the two together perfectly.

It gives people an unparalleled 4.9 sense of satisfaction both visually and olfactory.

"It smells so good, I can't help it."

With a loud shout, Genta grabbed a radish on the ground and started to break it open like Ichinosuke before the smart guys could recover from the shock.

"Boom!"

There was another crisp sound, and the white radish in Yuantai's hand was broken into two halves.