"What does Mr. Nakamori do for a living?"
After taking a sip of the sweet tiramisu and feeling the aroma of cocoa powder filling her mouth, Sakamoto Otome stared at Sakaki Makoto with a smile and asked:
"It's definitely not a reporter."
“I’m a psychiatrist.”
Sakaki Makoto ate the bread and said calmly:
"I specialize in helping people solve their problems. For example, their children never grow up or their husbands are jealous. I can solve all these problems."
"oh?"
Sakamoto Otome suddenly became interested:
"Mr. Nakamori, do you know how to make your husband jealous?"
"....This is the first time I've heard such a strange request like yours."
"Because it's interesting. Life needs something to spice it up. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too boring to just spend every day with firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea?"
"But from what I understand, you are the type who never gets involved in women's daily lives."
"There's a nanny at home, but I still make breakfast occasionally."
"Your husband and son must be very happy."
"Humph! Is there any need to explain that?"
Conan couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled off his headphones and complained:
"What on earth are you doing, Mr. Sakaki Makoto? Your performance is even worse than Kidd's!"
"It turns out that it's not that I'm too weak, but that the enemy is too strong."
Kidd shook his head and said:
"Even Brother Makoto Sakaki is helpless against her, so it's not shameful for me to be defeated."
"hateful...."
Conan gritted his teeth and said:
"If my body hadn't become smaller, I would have to do it myself!"
"Then I guess you'll have both your legs broken."
Miss Miyano glanced at him with a half-smile and said meaningfully:
"At this point, don't you realize what Cheng is hinting at?"
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