"Wow, it smells so good!"

Mingmei took a deep breath, her face filled with rapture as she inhaled the aroma emanating from the bubbling spirit rice porridge in the pot.

At this breakfast, Yuzuru, Ai, and Akemi ate the whole pot of spirit rice porridge clean, completely ignoring the side dishes that had been prepared to accompany the rice, and not even touching them.

"Uh...it really is delicious. Will we be making this our staple food at home from now on?" Ai leaned back comfortably in her chair, patting her round little belly, and couldn't help but let out a loud burp.

"That's right, we have the means, eat as much as you want!" Yu Shengnan also lay lazily on the chair, rubbing his belly and waving his big hand, his tone extremely bold.

It must be admitted that Lingmi has an outstanding taste. It not only has a light and elegant fragrance, but also a subtle sweetness when you eat it, leaving a lingering and unforgettable aftertaste.

What's even better is that after eating it, you feel a warm and comfortable feeling from the inside out.

Looking at her young master and younger sister's adorable appearances, which were exactly alike, Mingmei couldn't help but smile gently.

This warm, family-like atmosphere is just so wonderful!

After the meal, Mingmei got up and went to the kitchen to start cleaning up the dishes.

Hanyu Nana and Ai took on the task of moving all the recreational agricultural props to the attic.

From now on, all activities related to cultivating spiritual rice will be carried out in this attic.

Looking at Ai's enthusiastic expression, Yuzuru couldn't help but smile.

He then imbued these recreational agricultural props with spiritual energy, intending to plant spirit rice with Ai once again.

When Mingmei finished her work, she heard the noise coming from upstairs and rushed up to the building, wanting to join in.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the three's laughter and playful banter.

...

Mouri Detective Agency.

"Dad, do you think this dress is too red?" Xiaolan held up a red dress and looked at herself in the mirror, but she wasn't very satisfied.

Xiaolan muttered to herself, "This dress is brightly colored, but it feels like something's missing... No, no, I need to pick another one! After all, this is a gift for Nan, so I have to choose the perfect one!"

As the best gift she could give to Nan, Xiao Lan went to great lengths.

"It's all the same, it's all the same, my daughter looks beautiful in anything." Hearing Ran's voice, Kogoro Mouri, who was watching the horse race on TV without turning his head, casually replied.

He was now completely immersed in the tense atmosphere of the horse race, secretly praying that his bet on Black 8 would win.

He really went all out this time, betting a huge sum of money on Black 8, and had no time to think about his daughter choosing clothes.

As he spoke, Kogoro Mouri took a sip of his drink, muttering, "Women are such a hassle!"

"Hmph!" Seeing her father's hopeless state, Xiaolan snorted helplessly. However, she was in an exceptionally good mood these past two days, so she was too lazy to argue with her father about these things.

"I'm going out for a bit." After saying this to Kogoro Mouri, Ran pushed open the door and went out.

She was going to ask her mother to help her choose what to wear when she met Nan the next day.

After all, aside from being somewhat unreliable in finding a husband, Eri Kisaki's judgment in other matters is quite trustworthy.

...

Kudo House.

Conan looked utterly exhausted, slumped limply on the sofa, his eyes blankly fixed on the news report that the despicable bomb-wielding maniac had stolen another pile of explosives in the past two days.

He turned his head helplessly to look at his mother sitting by the door, hands on her hips, staring intently at him, feeling utterly helpless and frustrated.

This feeling of knowing perfectly well that someone is about to do something bad, but being unable to stop them.

Conan felt extremely uncomfortable all over, as if a million ants were crawling all over his body.

"I'm so amazing!" Yukiko rested her chin on her hand with a leisurely air, looking at Shinichi's uncomfortable appearance in front of her, and silently praised herself in her heart.

Over the past two days, she has been engaged in a series of thrilling battles of wits with her mentally challenged son. Shinichi racked his brains and tried every possible way to escape, but she saw through his schemes one by one and cleverly resolved them.

She might not know much about others, but she knows her own son inside and out!

Want to escape my grasp? You're dreaming!

Yukiko was fully prepared for a protracted battle with Shinichi. Unless the police brought that despicable bomb-wielding maniac to justice, she would never let Shinichi step out of the house.

She, Yukiko Fujimine, is a renowned tactical expert!

Ding ding ding...

"Hello, who is this?" Yukiko was sitting elegantly on the sofa drinking coffee. After hearing the ringtone, she put down her cup, smoothed her hair with her hand, and then slowly picked up her phone to answer the call.

Conan glanced up at his mother, who was on the phone, and sighed inwardly before lying back down on the sofa.

He was desperate! He had considered sneaking away while his mother was on the phone, but for some reason, his mother seemed to have suddenly become enlightened these past two days, and her IQ had skyrocketed.

Every time he ran to the door, his mother would ruthlessly pull him back and pin him to the sofa, unable to move.

Is this still the same confused mom who always gets fooled by her own tricks?

Conan expressed serious doubt.

"What? It's for Shinichi? I see..." Yukiko hung up the phone and turned to Conan, saying, "Shinichi, the call is for you~"

"Looking for me?" Upon hearing this, Conan immediately jumped up from the sofa as if he had been electrocuted, then quickly ran to Yukiko's side and snatched the phone from her hand.

"Hello, this is Shinichi Kudo..." Conan quickly grabbed the voice-changing bow tie, put it around his neck, and spoke into the phone.

"Shinichi Kudo, I think you've already seen the news, right? I'm the one who stole the explosives in the news." A voice that had clearly been specially processed came from the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?" Conan's pupils dilated involuntarily, his eyes filled with shock.

"I think you should just tell me your mobile phone number!" The other person's tone was somewhat forceful.

"Why would I give my phone number to someone like you?" Conan glanced at his mother, who was kneeling on the sofa beside him, propping her chin up and looking at him curiously, and deliberately lowered his voice.