"Don't worry about such details." Guangyou waved his hand dismissively, changed his shoes, and headed to the kitchen, leaving behind the words, "Hurry up and keep up, or I won't be responsible if you miss anything."
"Alright, alright."
Seeing that Kōyū ignored him, Conan didn't want to put on a solo act, so he changed his shoes and followed Kōyū.
Upon entering the kitchen, Conan saw Kōyū taking out cocoa powder and other things from the refrigerator, and couldn't help but ask with some confusion, "What are you going to...?"
Glancing at Conan, Kōyū looked away and casually replied, "Make chocolate."
"I knew it wasn't." Conan sighed and sat down in a chair. "I thought it was a server issue, but thinking about it, it makes sense. The professor's server isn't working yet, so even if it were, it wouldn't work."
“Just as I thought.” Guangyou took out the materials and tied an apron on himself. “I knew you were thinking about the server, but don’t worry, once the doctor gets the firewall sorted out, the plan can continue.”
Conan naturally understood this principle. Besides, even if the firewall and server were fixed, there wouldn't be much progress in the short term, since artificial intelligence still needed to develop.
Unless this artificial intelligence had already begun to grow before it was given to Guangyou.
“It’s not impossible.” Conan stroked his chin, watching Kouyu’s busy figure, and thought of a bad possibility, “It’s also possible that there is no artificial intelligence at all, and it’s all just someone’s prank.”
Thinking about all this, Conan let out a long sigh. He could only hope that things wouldn't take a turn for the worse.
Kōyū stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Conan: "Speaking of which, the holiday is coming soon, aren't you going to prepare a gift or something?"
"A gift?" Conan was a little confused. "What gift? Is it going to be a holiday again?"
His reaction was exactly what Mitsuyu expected. Conan was never sensitive to these kinds of things; how could someone who could forget his own birthday possibly remember other holidays?
"Yeah, White Day is coming soon, aren't you going to make some preparations?" Guangyou glanced at him indifferently, then turned around and began to prepare the things he would need, such as pots, pans and other tools.
Fortunately, Yukiko Kudo can cook, so the kitchen wasn't just for show; it had all the necessary tools, but not many ingredients were stored there.
Even if you stocked up on it, you wouldn't need it, since Conan can't cook.
"It's Valentine's Day again..." Conan rubbed his forehead, looking somewhat troubled. "Why are there so many holidays?"
"many?"
Looking up at Conan who was sighing, Kōyū couldn't help but shake his head, click his tongue, and say, "That's too much? You don't know that the 14th of every month is Valentine's Day. January's is Diary Day, February's is Traditional Valentine's Day, March's is White Day, April's is..."
Before Kōyū could finish speaking, Conan felt a throbbing pain in his head and quickly interrupted, "Stop, don't say anymore, I lost."
Seeing Conan's expression, Kōyū stopped talking and quietly finished up the preparations.
"Where did all these holidays come from?" Conan felt like the word "Valentine's Day" was echoing in his mind. He wondered who was so bored as to come up with so many Valentine's Days.
Besides these, there are various traditional festivals, birthdays, and so on. Who can remember them all?
This is really troublesome.
"Who knows?" Kōyū shrugged and explained to Conan, "Anyway, Japanese boys only need to remember March; the rest isn't that important."
"That's good." Conan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't have to remember these things, he really couldn't remember them.
Kōyū picked up the bag of cocoa powder on the table and gestured to Conan: "How about I teach you how to make chocolate?"
"Me?" Conan pointed at himself, his tone full of doubt and insecurity. "Forget it, I know my own limitations. I don't want to murder anyone."
"Don't be so insecure, it's just chocolate, the process is very simple." Seeing that Conan still hadn't reacted, Kōyū decided to use his trump card, "On the holiday, many girls at Teitan High School will receive chocolates or gifts, and Ran will just be able to stand by and watch, or maybe someone will give Ran chocolates too..."
Before he had even used his trump card, Conan couldn't sit still any longer. He got up, walked over to him, and said, "Teach me."
"Actually, making chocolate is very simple." Knowing that Conan was still a little unsure, Kouyu said with a smile, "The method is to melt the chocolate you buy, add some ingredients, pour it into a mold, and wait for it to solidify."
“...”
Conan suspected that the person in front of him was trying to fool him, but he had no proof.
The chocolate made according to this process is indeed chocolate, and it is indeed handmade, but why does he always feel that something is wrong?
Sensing Conan's suspicious gaze, Kōyū quickly explained, "Don't look at me like that. It's true that this is a common practice. After all, most modern people are very busy with work and school, and don't have much time to start from scratch. Even foreign masters do it this way."
"The steps for making handmade chocolate are actually quite simple, it just takes a long time."
While working, Guangyou explained, "First, the cocoa beans need to go through fermentation, sun exposure, roasting, and grinding. Then, the flavor needs to be adjusted, and finally, it needs to solidify. This whole process takes about a week."
Conan understood the gist of this: he should just stick to the first method and forget about the purely manual one, since he didn't have the skill or the time.
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