Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Practice makes perfect.

Chapter 242 I admit you're good-looking, okay?

After taking a shower, Qingze hummed a cheerful tune as he rummaged through the refrigerator, deciding to make lunch.

As soon as Ran Mouri went upstairs, she was attracted by the aroma of food, and she peeked into the kitchen.

"What are you doing? It smells so good."

"Ma Po Tofu."

Ran Mouri's eyes lit up instantly. She took two steps closer and peered into the pot.

The tender white tofu, dotted with red sauce, has an irresistible aroma.

"You can make Mapo Tofu? It looks amazing!"

Qingze glanced at her and sprinkled some chopped green onions into the pot.

"I just happened to have the ingredients, so I made it. I rarely make this dish, so don't have too high expectations for the taste."

"Do you need any help?"

"You'd better go take a shower, your sweat smell is suffocating me."

Ran Mouri sniffed her clothes and found they did smell a bit sweaty.

"But I don't have any of my clothes here."

"Yes. It's in the wardrobe. Go find it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ran Mouri went to find some clothes.

The clothes were easy to find; they were in the closet, packed in a tote bag.

It has everything, inside and out, including socks.

She looked at the several new outfits she had never seen before, puzzled.

When was it bought?

Turn to the very bottom, and you'll find a small box.

"Ok?"

She opened the box with some confusion; inside was a brooch.

A beautiful bluebird brooch. The bluebird spreads its wings and soars, its feathers inlaid with blue enamel, and its body is adorned with diamonds of various sizes. It is very lively and exquisite.

Is this a gift?

She took out the brooch and examined it carefully for a while, unable to stop smiling.

"Hidden so well, was it so I would come here specifically to retrieve it?"

After washing her body and drying her hair, she changed her clothes, put on a brooch, and twirled in front of the mirror.

Hey, I'm really pretty.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Qingze Cai had already prepared the dish. He placed the dish on the table, took off his apron, and glanced over.

The brown turtleneck sweater completely covered her curvaceous figure, while the high-waisted trousers made her legs look even longer. Paired with a black suit vest with a belt, the look was clean and sharp.

However, the most eye-catching item is the bluebird brooch on the vest.

Like the finishing touch, it instantly adds a sense of dynamism to the entire outfit.

satisfaction.

"It's alright," he said.

Ran Mouri pouted in dissatisfaction, "Besides 'okay,' do you have any other words in your mouth?"

"It's still a bit short."

Ran Mouri: "..."

Ran Mouri walked up to him angrily, stood on tiptoe, and tried to look him in the eye.

However, even when standing on tiptoe, he was still half a head shorter.

Qingze's gaze turned playful.

“You can stand on the stool.”

Ran Mouri actually took off her shoes and stepped onto the stool.

She bent down, grabbed Qingze by the collar, and pressed her head close to his, only a fist's distance away.

Am I pretty?

Qingze, like a "good young man" being bullied by a bully, turned his head away in "humiliation".

"good."

Ran Mouri hardened her fist.

She absolutely needs to hear praise today that goes beyond just "not bad"!

She refused to believe she couldn't deal with this hypocrite!

She grabbed Qingze's chin and forced his face to face her.

The girl stood on the chair, leaned down, and viciously pinched the young man's chin. The young man looked innocent, with freshly cooked food behind him, and his apron still in his hand.

What a picture of a domineering young lady bullying her male servant.

Looking at the face so close to his, Qingze's eyes darted around, and the tips of his ears quietly blushed.

Ran Mouri grinned a dangerous smile and asked again through gritted teeth:

Am I pretty?

"return……"

Before he could even utter the word "still," a mocking voice interrupted him.

Your ears are red.

Qingze suddenly opened her grip, took a step back, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"Stop playing around and eat."

Ran Mouri puffed out her cheeks. This guy!

She glanced down at the chopsticks in his hand, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"You're holding your chopsticks upside down!"

Qingze subconsciously looked down.

How could it be upside down?

He squinted and looked up, a speechless expression on his face.

"Hmph, do we really need to double-check something like getting chopsticks? What are you being so guilty about?"

Qingze raised the white flag and surrendered.

"I admit you're good-looking, okay?"

"What kind of tone is that? Please give me a proper compliment!"

"The clothes look good, but you look even better in them. May I ask if we can eat now?"

Ran Mouri raised her face and smiled.

This guy finally told the truth.

Seeing the smile on Qingze's face, she suddenly froze.

Wait a minute, what's with this flirtatious banter?

She awkwardly got off the chair and awkwardly went to the restroom to wash her hands.

Qingze rested his chin on his hand, watching her move her arms and legs in unison, a deep smile on his face.

Pshaw, I thought he was some kind of hero.

Ran Mouri quickly composed herself and sat down beside her. She asked curiously, "When did you buy these clothes?"

"last night."

"After you dropped me off at home last night, why didn't you buy it when we were buying clothes for Curaçao? We went to the mall then too..."

“I’ve been staying here recently, and I realized it would be inconvenient if I didn’t prepare any clothes for you, so I bought some.”

Ran Mouri pointed to the brooch on her chest, "And this one?"

"It was a free gift with the purchase of clothes. You can take it home if you like."

Ran Mouri really believed his lies.

Why go through all this trouble to give a gift?

"It's alright, I don't really like it," she said deliberately.

Qingze stopped eating and looked up.

"If so what do you like?"

"If it's not a gift, why are you so concerned?" Ran Mouri retorted.

Qingze: "..."

Why would I give you a gift for no reason?

"Who knows?" Ran Mouri smiled meaningfully.

She picked up her chopsticks and smiled, "The brooch is beautiful, I like it very much, thank you."

A smile appeared on Qingze's lips, and he softly hummed in agreement.

How about Mapo Tofu?

"Not too salty, not too bland, the taste is just right!" Ran Mouri's eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"That's fine."

After finishing his meal, Qingze rummaged through his walk-in closet and found a black trench coat, then took out a long silver wig.

Seeing him start changing his clothes, Ran Mouri couldn't help but speak up:

"Going to impersonate Gin again?"

Does Gin know that you keep impersonating him like this?

"Of course. To get that old bastard Fukuda to confess and interrogate him, I'll definitely have to show my face. Rather than hiding my face and letting him guess it was me afterward, it's better to shift the blame to someone else."

Ran Mouri still harbored illusions, hoping to punish Shin Fukuda through legal means.

Let her keep her fantasy then, and hopefully it will last a while.

"What about me? Do I need to disguise myself?"

Ran Mouri suddenly felt that she was also very unsafe in this situation.

"Can you?" Qingze asked in return.

"Uh, not yet." Ran Mouri shook her head honestly.

She's only been learning for a few days! How could she possibly know it already?

"I'll do it for you after I'm done."

Chapter 243 I'll Do Your Makeup

Ran Mouri watched him fiddling with his face.

I used the vulcanized silicone pads I saw at Vermouth's place to raise my brow bone, cheekbones, and even my chin, which was lengthened a bit.

She applied sharp false eyebrows, wore green contact lenses, and used skin wax to create a scar on her cheekbone.

This created a stark contrast with Qingze's own face, making it impossible for anyone to associate the face with him.