"Sister, why don't we eat first? We don't know how long he'll be gone!"
Bright lights shone in the spacious living room. Ai propped her head up with one hand, lying on the dining table, her short legs swinging aimlessly in the air.
Her fair face puffed up slightly from boredom, and her bright eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, as well as an undisguised craving.
She muttered to herself as she tentatively reached out her little hand to pick up the chopsticks and reach for the dinner set on the table.
Just as the chopsticks were about to touch the food, a pair of chopsticks swiftly attacked from the opposite side.
"Ai, you can't! We have to wait for Master Yuzuru to arrive before we can eat!"
Akemi's voice, gentle yet firm, softly stopped Ai's chopsticks.
"Tch! Fine, I won't eat then!" Ai pouted, like an angry little fox, and sullenly put down her chopsticks. "Maybe they're having so much fun right now that they've forgotten about dinner."
She knew perfectly well what Yuzuru Nanami was probably doing at that moment.
As the toy's first user, she has a deep understanding of it and knows how fun it is.
Given his wicked sense of humor, he'll definitely have to play until he's completely satisfied.
"That won't do either. A family should eat together. How can we eat by ourselves!"
Mingmei straightened her back and spoke with conviction, as if she really thought so.
Ai couldn't help but roll her eyes, silently complaining to herself.
"Wanla, my sister doesn't love me anymore!"
This isn't the sister she knows; she wants a different one.
Ai jumped off the chair in a huff and walked towards the kitchen without looking back, muttering, "Fine, I'll feed Bobo, okay?"
She went into the kitchen, skillfully took out a small bowl, and filled it with some spirit rice.
Even the white pigeon, which was visiting the house for the first time, benefited and got a little food too.
The main problem is that we no longer have regular rice at home; we've switched to special rice for our daily meals.
After all, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to fr
Once people get used to the delicious taste of Lingmi rice and the special nourishment it provides, ordinary rice no longer appeals to them.
Not long after Ai finished feeding Bobo and returned to the restaurant, Yuzuru Hanyu also came up from the basement.
"I'm back." Yuzuru strode towards the dining table.
"You talk like you just got back," Ai couldn't help but mutter.
"Don't be so disrespectful." Akemi gently tapped her head, smiled tenderly at Yuzuru, and then got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go get the dishes."
Dinner was prepared a long time ago, but Yuzuru Nan hadn't brought it up yet. To prevent some of the hot dishes from getting cold and losing their flavor, they were all kept warm in the oven.
"What's this?" Ai noticed the ink bottle in Hanyu Nan's hand, its small surface reflecting a mysterious light under the lamp. "A new gadget you made?"
"Hmm." Yuzuru sat down next to Ai and handed her the ink bottle.
"What's it for?" Ai held the ink bottle in her hand, turning it over and examining it carefully, her delicate face full of curiosity. "It can't just change color, can it?"
Through the transparent bottle, she could clearly see the ink inside constantly changing color.
“Of course it’s more than that,” Yuzuru explained. “Its function is simple, but not simple either.”
For a civilization, the most terrifying thing is that its history cannot be passed down through the long river of time.
Like those ancient civilizations that were once glorious, in the torrent of time, they are like brilliant shooting stars, shining briefly before being gradually buried by the wind and sand and forgotten by people.
The traces of their existence—their brilliant culture, great inventions, and unique customs—have all vanished with the passage of time, as if they had never existed.
Time is like a merciless eraser, slowly and gradually eroding everything without leaving a trace.
"Ink that never fades..."
After listening to the explanation, Ai nodded silently; she could understand that feeling.
The accumulation and inheritance of history are the cornerstone of human civilization. Without them, humanity would lose the wisdom and experience of the past and would find it difficult to progress.
"However, relying solely on words is not enough; the medium is also important. We need an object that will not be damaged indefinitely to use for writing."
As she spoke, Ai frowned and began to think deeply.
Yuzuru looked at Ai, who was deep in thought, and chuckled.
He's a scientist after all; he thinks more than the average person.
He was just saying it casually; after all, for them, who were already immortal in a certain sense, ink that never faded was more suitable as a toy.
Moreover, when it comes to a medium, what medium in the world of Detective Conan could be better than the human body?
"Eat first, you can't run away anyway." Yuzuru picked up his chopsticks and gently poked Ai's cheek. "Think about it slowly after you finish eating."
Ai, who was deep in thought, was suddenly interrupted. She subconsciously bit the chopsticks near her mouth and looked at Nanami Hanyu.
As if she had thought of something, her eyes darted around.
Yu Sheng Nan immediately saw through her thoughts and warned, "Don't try anything with me." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled out his chopsticks, "Be careful, or I'll draw a big cat on your face first."
He has the authority to make the ink fade at any time, so if he really wanted to tease Ai, it would be a piece of cake.
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