Yuzuru stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
"System, enhance the third option."
"Ding! Enhancement successful!"
There's nothing particularly difficult about the three options. The first one, "Super Deduction Lens," is very suitable for the world of Detective Conan, but he has no interest in being a detective, so he'll pass on it first.
The second one was passed over immediately.
The "Combat Power Index Analyzer" might be very powerful in other worlds, but it's really useless to him. Nobody needs him to check combat power, and nobody needs any combat tips.
He was defeated in one move; there's nothing more to say.
That leaves only the third option.
Yuzuru waved his hand, and a pair of old-fashioned silver-rimmed glasses flew out of a drawer in the study and landed in his palm. The lenses gleamed with an eerie blue light in the sunlight, and tiny characters were engraved on the temples—
[Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding.]
"As expected, he's the most high-class villain..." After playing with it in his hand for a while, Yu Shengnan put the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the lenses flashed with an eerie blue light.
"Find someone to test it out..."
With a wicked smile, he tiptoed toward the kitchen.
Mingmei was standing in front of the kitchen counter processing fresh shrimp, humming a song as she picked out the shrimp veins one by one. Next to her, a rice cooker was steaming rice with purified spring water and spirit rice.
When Yuzuru wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, the little maid only let out a soft "ah".
"Young Master Yuzuru, stop fooling around~" Akemi shook her shoulder without turning her head, and precisely split open the shrimp's back with the kitchen knife. "I'm processing seafood."
Yuzuru lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, his fingers deftly untying the apron straps: "Perfect timing, I'm also dealing with 'seafood'."
Mingmei's hand trembled, and the shrimp she was processing fell back into the ice bowl with a "plop".
She turned around to say something, but when she saw the glasses, she was momentarily stunned. The eyes behind the lenses seemed like a bottomless pool, making her unconsciously loosen her grip on the kitchen knife.
"Is Yuzuru-sama wearing glasses today...?"
Her voice was somewhat ethereal.
"Hmm, does it look good?" Yu Shengnan propped himself up on the kitchen counter with one hand, trapping the person between his arms, while his other hand had already slipped under the hem of the maid outfit, his fingertips tracing the lace trim of the stockings.
Mingmei's pupils reflected the blue light flowing on the lenses.
As she looked at the shrimp, she picked it up again, preparing to continue deveining it, completely ignoring Yu Sheng Nan's mischievous hands: "Young Master wears glasses...very refined..."
"Just being polite?" Yu Sheng Nan deliberately used his knee to push open her maid's skirt, his movements becoming bolder, his fingertips already hooking the elastic band of her stockings.
Logically, this position should have been enough to make Akemi jump up in embarrassment, but the little maid's cheeks only turned slightly red, her eyes remained bright, and she showed no sign of resistance.
"Like a university professor..." She even leaned closer to examine the frames, her eyes full of curiosity, and asked, "These glasses...were they originally kept in the third drawer of the study? I remember when I was dusting them..."
Yuzuru raised an eyebrow—the hypnotic effect of the illusion was more powerful than he had imagined.
His fingers, still smeared with seafood sauce, pinched her chin: "Now I want to savor my little maid right here, is that alright?"
"Huh? But it's lunch..."
Akemi's logical thinking was still struggling, but she didn't feel that anything was wrong. When Yuzuru bit her earlobe, she suddenly had an expression of realization: "Ah! Young Master wants to try the sashimi, right?"
In her mind, Yuzuru was picking up a piece of salmon sashimi with chopsticks.
In reality—
"The sashimi is indeed very fresh," Hanyu Nan commented, licking his lips.
"Sizzle—"
The butter in the frying pan suddenly burst into golden sparks.
He withdrew his glistening fingers, and with a thought, the out-of-control fire immediately and obediently retreated back into the stove, while the spatula automatically turned the caramel-colored ribbons.
The maid's legs were weak, but she was still carefully arranging the food: "Would you like it with wasabi?"
"certainly!"
Yuzuru chuckled and lifted her onto the counter, his knees parting her skirt: "I'll also teach you how to handle...juicy shellfish."
"Bang!"
The kitchen door was suddenly pushed open.
"Sister, you saw..." Shiho Miyano's voice trailed off.
The tea-haired beauty, now back in human form, stood by the door, her long legs beneath her white lab coat still maintaining the brisk pace of her laboratory days.
She glanced at her disheveled sister on the kitchen counter, and at Yuzuru Nanami burying her face in her sister's neck, and simply rubbed her forehead, as if the scene before her was nothing to be alarmed about.
Shiho raised an eyebrow, a sweet scent, not typical of seafood, lingering around her nose, and asked in a normal tone, "You guys...are developing new dishes?"
"Want to add it?" Yuzuru waved the cookbook that didn't even exist. "It just happens to be talking about... sauce preparation."
From Shiho Miyano's perspective, Kusunoki Hanyu was handling salmon while wearing rubber gloves, and her sister was preparing the sauce.
Although the two were standing quite close, it perfectly fit the scene of a cooking lesson.
"No, Bobo and Yingying are fighting again. I'll go break them up." Shiho shook her head and suggested, "Remember to keep the kitchen well-ventilated next time you're developing a new dish, otherwise the high temperature in the kitchen will affect the freshness of the ingredients."
After saying that, he really turned and left, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
Watching this scene, Yuzuru's smiling lips gradually turned up, but he was also a little flustered. He thought that if Ai found out the truth later, he would probably be bitten to death.
He looked down at Mingmei, who was still "learning cooking skills" in his arms.
The little maid was unconsciously rubbing her calf against his side, muttering, "The heat...it needs to be kept at a medium level..."
"Now I'll teach you how to... reduce the sauce."
Yuzuru took the lemon juicer from her hand.
At worst, Ai can take a few more bites. No worries.
Time passed little by little.
When Shiho passed by the kitchen again after mediating the fight, she heard her older sister's tearful "tasting evaluation" coming from inside. She frowned and glanced at the tightly closed frosted glass door, where she could vaguely see two overlapping figures chopping vegetables.
"Seriously... even cooking can be this noisy." The genius girl shook her head, sat down on the sofa, and started reading today's fashion newspaper, but she seemed a little absent-minded.
However, she couldn't concentrate at all, and her eyes kept drifting towards the kitchen.
"Strange..." she muttered to herself, "Why do I remember seeing my sister's stockings hanging on the kitchen counter..."
The moment the thought popped into her head, a reasonable explanation automatically came to mind—her older sister must have casually placed it there while tidying up the newly bought stockings.
Yes, that must be it.
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(Sorry, I took the day off yesterday.·′ˉ`(＞▂＜)′ˉ`·.)
The author has a terrible cold and headache, and even wondered if he had wandered into the world of Detective Conan. Yesterday it was almost 30 degrees Celsius, but a strong wind caused it to plummet to almost zero...
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