We ate the food and drank the beverages; overall, it was pretty good.
Xiaolan changed seats after the goat man's persuasion, and sat to his left.
The purpose is obvious: to reduce Uncle Mori's influence on Ran's decision-making.
As for Conan, he's just a kid, not worth a second glance.
Conan didn't think so. He wouldn't have objected to entering the entertainment industry, but when he heard that there would be intimate scenes, he became unhappy.
I dragged the chair and sat down directly between the goat man and Xiaolan, pretending that I knew nothing.
"I want curry rice!"
Conan knew perfectly well that this was a Chinese restaurant, but he still shouted that he wanted to eat curry rice.
Then he turned to Xiaolan and said, "What's the point of this place without curry? Sister Xiaolan, let's go home!"
But Ran misunderstood and picked up a steamed bun from the table and put it in Conan's bowl: "Conan, this time no one will take your steamed bun from you."
Uncle Mori snorted.
A while ago, on a weekend, Guangyou got up early and made several baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) for a few people. That morning, the breakfast table was a real "battleground".
Ran ate a few, and the rest ended up in Uncle Mori's and Conan's stomachs.
Conan didn't mean it that way at all. He stared blankly at the steaming hot dumplings and suddenly felt that life was boring.
Guangyou found it interesting and didn't notice that the soup he scooped up was hot. Luckily, he was used to taking a small sip first, so he only burned his tongue.
Conan chuckled a few times, feeling his displeasure lessen somewhat.
His tongue felt numb, so Guangyou quickly drank some water to relieve the pain on the tip of his tongue.
As Kōyū drank his water, he glanced at Conan, who was squinting at Ran with a hint of resentment.
He had always wondered why Xiaolan didn't understand his feelings.
But he never considered that Xiaolan used to think the same way.
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