The two didn't waste much time on the road and quickly returned to the entrance of the firm.
As they passed the second floor, Kōyū vaguely heard Uncle Mōri complaining: "Why would a rich young lady learn to cook? Honestly, she should just have the maids help her. Who knows if the food she makes will even be edible..."
"What's wrong?" Conan asked, puzzled, when he saw Kōyū standing at the second-floor door. "You can just go in if you want. There's nothing shameful about it."
Coming to his senses, Kōyū waved to Conan, followed him, and said, "It's nothing, let's go up."
Although somewhat puzzled, Conan didn't press further after hearing what Kōyū said, and simply replied, "Mm."
As soon as he stood at the door on the third floor, before he even opened the door, Guangyou heard noises coming from inside the room.
"Lan, how did I cut it?"
"It's...it's pretty good."
"Lan, I think I did the right thing, didn't I?"
"There's nothing seriously wrong."
It seems that Xiaolan's teaching activities are not going very smoothly.
However, it's understandable. After all, Sonoko is a rich girl who has never lifted a finger since childhood. She can probably manage to make rice balls, but cooking a proper dish would probably be a bit of a challenge.
With that thought in mind, Kōyū pushed open the door and entered, shouting almost at the same time as Conan, "I'm back."
If you listen carefully, you can still tell the difference between the two voices. Conan's voice is a bit flat, while Mitsuyu's voice is the kind of voice a child his age should have.
Then a gentle female voice drifted from the kitchen: "Welcome home."
The voice was like a spring breeze caressing Guangyou's heart. Every time he heard it, he felt a warmth in his heart, and a thought would always pop into his mind:
So I have a home now?
Kōyū really likes this Japanese family custom; it makes people feel very warm and fuzzy.
"Kuangyou, can I go see that artificial intelligence?" Conan looked at Kuangyou, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity.
Guangyou waved his hand, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked inside: "What's so interesting about it? It's just an ordinary CD with data stored on it. Unless you can read the data with your naked eye, it's no different from any other CD. If you want to watch it, just pick any CD and stare at it."
"It seems there's nothing wrong with it." Conan's curiosity seemed to be extinguished, and he no longer intended to watch the artificial intelligence. Just as Mitsuyu said, it was just a CD.
After returning to his room and putting down his schoolbag, Guangyou first glanced at the metal box on the corner of the table, thought for a moment, and finally decided to leave it there untouched.
This thing has been here for a long time, so nothing should happen to it.
Ran usually doesn't enter this room easily to give them some privacy, and cleaning is something that Mitsuyu and Conan discuss and decide on themselves.
No one could climb up to the window next to it, and more importantly, no one would be so bored as to climb into a child's room.
Even a thief wouldn't choose a place like this. Did they come here to steal toys?
Or was it stealing homework?
Kōyū wasn't worried about any of that. His only concern was Conan, but after thinking about it carefully, he figured there shouldn't be any problems.
It's just a CD; Conan probably wouldn't have any ulterior motives towards it.
"Is this the metal box you were talking about? It looks very ordinary." Conan glanced at the metal box on the corner of the table. It was square and unremarkable, not at all eye-catching. If Mitsuyu hadn't pointed it out, he really wouldn't have been able to tell that such an important thing was hidden inside.
Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary metal box contains a CD containing the source code of artificial intelligence?
Speechless, Kōyū glanced at Conan and explained, "Because this metal box is just an ordinary metal box used to store things, so of course it looks ordinary."
After saying that, Kōyū prepared to go to the kitchen to check on the situation. Before leaving the room, he also instructed Conan, "Don't touch this thing. You'll have plenty of time to look at it after all the other things are prepared."
"Don't worry." Conan put down his schoolbag, picked up a novel, and followed Kouyu, who had already left, saying, "I can't read the data on the CD with my naked eye; it would be a waste of time."
"Good to know."
After casually replying, Guangyou went to the front of the kitchen and peeked inside to observe the situation.
At this moment, Sonoko was carefully cutting tomatoes into pieces, bending over so that her face was almost touching the cutting board.
"Do...Do...Do"
Her movements were very slow, with long intervals between each cut, yet even so, the tomatoes she sliced were still uneven in size.
Regardless of the outcome, Kwang-woo saw her serious attitude in it.
Everyone goes through a learning phase when learning something new.
It took several minutes to cut a single tomato, and the pieces were not evenly sized, but Yuanzi's face was beaming with a bright smile.
Clearly, she was very satisfied.
Looking at the plate of tomatoes of varying sizes, Xiaolan smiled and praised, "Yuanzi, you have a lot of talent! You were able to cut them like this on your first try."
"Hehehe." Sonoko put down the cleaver, not caring at all. She scratched her head with her tomato-juice-covered hands and laughed smugly. "Don't you know who I am? Suzuki Sonoko! What can possibly stump me?"
"Alright, stop laughing and let's move on to the next step."
As she spoke, Xiaolan picked up two eggs from the side, handing one to Yuanzi and keeping the other for herself.
Looking at the two ingredients, Guangyou nodded in surprise, thinking to himself, "So it's to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The ingredients and process are quite simple, which is perfect for a beginner like Yuanzi."
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