Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She had a very happy half-day.

It seems like I haven't been this happy in the past ten years or so.

She can easily enter into those happy memories whenever she thinks about them.

I can still recall sitting on the roller coaster, the two people in front of me with their hair flying and their unrestrained cheers.

I can clearly see in my mind the splash of water as the dolphins leap out.

Easy, free, and without any burden, it's like a "new life".

She thought of that girl again, the girl who talked about "a new life".

She said she'd come tonight, but when?

I've cleaned this place up. Will she be happy or angry?

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P.S.: Qixi Festival, the seventh update is here, enjoy!

[Basic Public] Hey boss, don't forget the "divine work" you promised!

I stayed up for several nights and used up my drafts to finish this, and I'm posting it just in time for Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day)!

Happy Qixi Festival, everyone!

Chapter 195 I Hate Heart-to-Heart Talk Sessions

Chapter 195 I Hate Heart-to-Heart Talk Sessions

The office is on the second floor.

Qingze rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron, and helped with the work.

To avoid Eri discovering anything, Aozawa only helped with chopping and washing the vegetables.

"Cut the beef into chunks for me, I want to make beef broth..."

"it is good."

While busy with her work, Eri Kisaki chatted with her daughter.

"Xiao Lan, what exactly is your relationship with that Qing Ze?"

"We're just ordinary friends..."

"I don't want to hear this. Tell me honestly, do you like him?"

Upon hearing this, the girl remained silent for a moment, then lowered her eyes and continued chopping vegetables.

"A little bit."

"Only a little?"

"Um... a little more than a little."

Eri Kisaki turned her head and looked over, then smiled, "You silly child, when did you become so awkward?"

"If you like someone, you like them. What's with all the 'one or two' stuff?"

Qingze felt a little embarrassed.

This is nothing like talking to Gin or Vermouth, where you can just say whatever comes to mind without any pressure.

This is Ran Mouri's mother; you have to be extremely careful with what you say.

"I don't really like it, but I do like it a little..."

Looking at her daughter, who was looking down and whose ears had turned slightly red, Eri Kisaki adopted the air of someone who had been through it all.

"That means they care."

She inquired about her daughter's romantic relationships as if chatting casually with a friend, asking, "How did you become so invested?"

Such detailed conversations about feelings are something a father would find very difficult to do.

Out of some kind of shyness, children usually won't tell their parents, and may even hide it from their elders.

However, children need guidance.

No one is born knowing everything.

How to love, how to be loved, how to like someone, and how to reject someone—these all require guidance from parents.

Eri Kisaki has never been absent from her daughter's growth and has never stopped educating her.

Liking something and caring about it are perfectly normal things.

The important thing is how to manage these emotions and feelings.

Aozawa wasn't used to these kinds of heart-to-heart talks, but judging from the situation, Eri Kisaki and Ran Mouri seemed to have them quite often.

If he doesn't speak, it's easy to discover the problem.

Sigh, just keep acting.

"I just feel that he is very reliable and makes me feel safe."

Eri looked at him and shook her head. "No, that's not what you really think."

Qingze stiffened for a moment.

Is this some kind of sixth sense?

Terrible.

He remained silent for a while, feeling that gaze still lingering on him, so he had no choice but to continue speaking.

"...Sometimes I just think he's kind of cute."

Eri noticed that her daughter's ears seemed to have turned a little redder.

"You used 'cute' to describe him?"

So, a tall, handsome man, is he cute?

Hmm, could it be that Xiaolan is actually the one in control between these two?

"Yes, she's fragile and prone to crying."

"what?"

Eri Kisaki's eyes turned into beady eyes.

Is Qingze fragile? Does she cry easily?

Is it true or false...?

Qingze lowered his head and cut the beef, the knife leaving deep marks on the cutting board.

Damn it...

Why would he say something like that?

After a moment of confusion, Eri Kisaki accepted the fact that Aozawa's inner and outer self were so drastically different.

"And what about him? Does he like you?"

"like."

"So what are your plans?"

"I don't have any plans."

Eri Kisaki asked in surprise, "You don't want to be with him?"

"...I don't think we're a good match."

"why?"

“The difference in living environment is too great, and I am still in school, while he is much older than me.”

Qingze couldn't stand the way he was being looked at; this heart-to-heart talk made him feel uncomfortable in every way.

But unfortunately, he's Ran Mouri now, so he can't run away.

"My mother is also meeting this person for the first time today, and she doesn't know much about him."

"However, relationships aren't about compatibility. If a relationship requires constant weighing of pros and cons and careful consideration of circumstances, then that relationship is no longer pure..."

"You're still young, it's just dating. When you're in a relationship, you just need to follow your heart and don't need to think about so much."

"What matters is the process, the experience, and the learning, not the result."

Qingze lowered his eyes slightly, his hands continuing to chop vegetables.

This applies to Ran Mouri.

But he's not the real Ran Mouri.

"Mom, you and Dad are really completely different. Dad doesn't want me to date at all."

"Your dad is just jealous, but he's right. It's better to date after you're an adult."

"Ah."

"You must be careful to protect yourself, learn to say no, and there are some things you absolutely must not do."

"Ah."

Eri's voice was gentle as she chattered on and on, and Aozawa listened quietly, feeling a rare sense of peace in his heart.

Ran Mouri's parents love her very much.

After more than an hour of work, Eri's feast was served.

Looking at the food on the table, Kogoro Mouri was already sweating.

Although it looks normal, the taste is anything but normal.

"I'm starting!"

Kogoro Mouri didn't touch his chopsticks; Ran Mouri was the first to start eating.

She ladled out a bowl of beef broth, picked up a piece of stewed beef, and tasted it.

Yes, the beef is stewed until tender.

"Ms. Fei's cooking skills are really good. The beef is stewed just right, and the soup is very fragrant."

Kogoro Mouri looked at the young man's expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Is it really delicious or just not delicious?

Eri's cooking is so calm, she's a tough person!

Under his wife's expectant gaze, he hesitantly picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Hmm? It's actually quite normal?

That's strange, is the sun rising in the west?

Qingze, who was eating, kept his merits and fame hidden.

When Eri was cooking, he finally understood why Kogoro Mouri had reacted so strongly.

That's not cooking, it's complete mess!

It's like a witch concocting a potion!

She spent a long time trying to persuade Eri Kisaki to stop her novel approach.

I watched as she cooked a meal in the usual way.

Eri Kisaki smiled as she looked at Ran Mouri, who was wearing Aozawa's skin. "You have good taste. I rarely feel like cooking."

Is it because you're usually very busy?

"Ah."

"To have such skill when you occasionally cook, Ms. Fei is amazing!"

Qingze listened quietly as Ran Mouri praised her mother.

Eri Kisaki isn't good at cooking; she's clearly good at making magic potions!