However, Yoruichi Toyama doesn't really need any help.
"I never expected Yoruichi-nii to be able to cook!" Miyano Akemi said with a smile, as she could only stand by and watch helplessly.
Yoruichi Toyama's subordinates were quite efficient. They scaled, removed the gills, and gutted the fish, seemingly in the blink of an eye. They divided the fish into two on the cutting board, placing the whole fish on one side and filleting the other side for later use.
"I've always lived alone before!" she replied, without stopping her hands.
"Huh?" Akemi, who didn't know much about his past, paused for a moment, then looked a little worried.
Yoruichi Toyama then looked up at her and smiled.
"My parents live in another city, what are you thinking!"
Akemi was clearly relieved to realize that the person in front of her had a complete family.
Yoruichi Toyama also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, they didn't fabricate any orphanage persona beforehand. Otherwise, bringing it up now would make me feel like I'm sharing the same plight as Akemi, and then we'd all be crying in the kitchen together...
"Toyama-kun, your knife skills are quite proficient!"
Before anyone knew it, Boss Mao also came to the kitchen to join in the fun.
The three members of the coffee shop/detective agency, instead of going to the shop to serve customers, all came to the small kitchen of less than 20 square meters, which is a perfect example of passive resistance.
Yoruichi Toyama couldn't help but laugh as she coated the cleaned whole fish with dry flour, while chopping up the cleaned fish meat on the other side.
“Yes,” he said amidst the thumping sound of chopping filling, “I learned it from the chef at the Chinese restaurant.”
Anyway, I didn't really plan to make any dishes according to the taste of British cuisine, so this answer should be enough to get by.
Boss Mao's eyes lit up.
"Oh, I see! I remember there's a tea restaurant in Soho that has really delicious steamed buns!"
"Wow!" Yoruichi Toyama said with a grin, "Mr. Shigeru must be a food connoisseur, going on trips to explore new restaurants!"
Moreover, what kind of spirit is it to search for Chinese cuisine in a country known for its bizarre and unappetizing food?
This is internationalism, elimination, and the spirit of a foodie!
Mr. Mao's expression seemed to freeze for a moment before he smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
"Yes, yes... I love food..."
Okay, so you've got a taste for food again.
You also enjoy fishing, being a detective, and running a coffee shop with no customers...
Just tell me what you don't like...
Despite her inner complaints, Yoruichi Toyama actually developed a greater liking for this carefree middle-aged man.
“That’s great. Since Mr. Mao also likes Chinese food, I’ll make it for you more often in the future.”
This time, both Mr. Mao and Akemi Miyano burst out laughing at the same time.
"Toyama-kun, you really don't have any psychological barriers at all!"
Yoruichi Toyama looked up, a little puzzled. "Huh? What psychological problem?"
“I think Yoruichi is a good man,” Miyano Akemi said with a laugh, trying to defuse the situation. “He’s much better than those guys who come home and act like big shots, watching their wives run around doing chores.”
Oh, you guys say men can't cook...
Yoruichi Toyama belatedly realized what was happening and could only shrug.
What era are we living in? Does it have to be so feudal?
However, when she looked up, she met Akemi Miyano's warm, smiling gaze. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a little breathless.
“...I’m talking to you two…”
After a long pause, he finally managed to say it in a disdainful tone.
"Since we can't help anyway, can we wait outside? It's so hot in the kitchen..."
...
Yoruichi Toyama worked quickly and efficiently in the kitchen, and soon all the dishes were on the table.
Besides the traditional Japanese grilled and fried fish, there's also braised fish made by Yoruichi Toyama according to her own taste, as well as fish balls made by finely mincing fish meat and filling them with fish meat.
Even Taro and Peng Zhijie got a share and ate it with relish.
Boss Mao looked curiously at a plate of what was clearly noodles in the middle of the table.
"What's this?"
"Sugar cakes," Yoruichi Toyama replied with a smile. "They're filled with sesame paste and brown sugar, high in sugar and calories. You can take them with you as provisions next time you go fishing."
"It's okay if we didn't catch anything this time, there's always next time, maybe the next batch will all be salted ribbonfish..."
Mr. Mao couldn't catch his joke and kept blinking his small eyes.
I have a feeling he's insulting me, but I have no proof...
Just as they were having a good time joking around, Yoruichi Toyama's cell phone suddenly rang.
The next voice that came through was a child's voice with a heavy nasal tone.
"Hey, Yuanshan... Achoo!"
Yoruichi Toyama burst out laughing.
"What happened? What season is it? You caught a cold?"
"What are you saying! Isn't it easy to catch a cold during the transition from autumn to winter? Are you going to laugh at me for that!"
Conan was complaining indignantly, but Yoruichi Toyama was taken aback.
The transition between autumn and winter? Wasn't it summer when I came back from Karuizawa?
Oh, this is the world of Detective Conan. Never mind then.
"Okay, I won't laugh at you anymore. What's the matter that you called me specifically for?"
Conan's voice was still muffled, but it had become very serious.
"I'm asking you, about my...identity, you and Miss Akemi haven't told anyone else, have you?"
"Of course I don't doubt you..."
Seemingly feeling that this was too impolite, he immediately added another sentence.
But Yoruichi Toyama had already become alert, and with her phone in hand, she turned and went into the detective agency's cubicle.
"What, your identity has been exposed? Where is Mr. Amuro? Is he with you?"
"No." Conan sighed on the other end. "Mr. Amuro had something to do today and took the day off from the coffee shop."
"Then a strange kid came to the detective agency..."
Strange, kid?
Before Yoruichi Toyama could react, she heard a voice with a Shaanxi accent... no, a Kansai accent, coming from the other end of the phone.
"...Russian Society, aren't you just like Kudo's wife?..."
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