"It smells so good!" Sonoko exclaimed after smelling the aroma of the omelet rice. "I feel like Kōyū's cooking skills are comparable to the chef we hired."
“Omelette rice is quite simple, nothing special.” Guangyou waved his hand calmly and said, “You can make it too.”
Omelette rice is just so-so; with more practice, you'll eventually succeed.
To summarize: "Anyone can do it."
"It is indeed quite simple."
Ran, who often cooks, nodded in agreement, "Sonoko, you can try it sometime."
"Let's forget about it." Sonoko shook her head without much thought. "I know my own cooking skills."
The fact that she spent so long learning from Xiaolan last time before she achieved any results is enough to prove that her culinary talent is only average.
"Let's eat first," Sonoko said, changing the subject. "It's getting cold."
"Mm." Xiaolan didn't insist, nodded, and continued eating her curry rice.
...
"Clang, clang, clang~"
The clock on the wall chimed crisply. Hearing the sound, Sonoko looked up at the time and looked puzzled.
"Why hasn't Mr. Akashi come down yet?"
"We've been up there for forty minutes already," Xiaolan said, somewhat puzzled.
"By the way, don't you guys find something a little strange?" Uncle Mori suddenly asked.
"What's wrong?" Kōyū looked up at Uncle Mori and asked.
"It's this extra-long light cord," Uncle Mori said with a disdainful tone while eating his curry rice.
"It keeps hovering in front of me, it's getting in my way."
“Perhaps Mr. Akashi did this to make things easier for his father,” Kouyu said, glancing at the light cord.
Just then, Hiroto Akashi returned to the living room, overheard Kosuke's conversation with Uncle Mori, and offered an explanation.
“The child is right, that line was indeed extended for my dad.”
"He made it extra long so that 'even an older person like me, with a hunched back, could pull the string.'"
"Basically, this is what the house is like."
"I see." Uncle Mori nodded in understanding.
"By the way, Uncle Akashi, you were just delivering curry rice, why did it take you so long to come down?"
After drinking ginger soup to dispel the cold and eating a hot omelet rice, Conan felt his throat was better and then asked.
"Well, it's because I was talking to my dad about some strange things, and before we knew it, we'd been talking for a long time," Hiroto Akashi explained without hiding anything.
“He said things like ‘I don’t want to live anymore’ and ‘I don’t want to eat dinner.’ There’s just no way to deal with him.”
"Does he not want to live anymore?" Uncle Mori was somewhat surprised to hear this.
"He probably felt that he must be someone rejected by God because his wife, who was my mother, and his daughter-in-law both passed away before him..."
"I'd rather go visit my mom or something..."
"And now?" Uncle Mori put down his spoon and said, "We can't let him do anything foolish, after all, he still has you as his son."
“Yes!” Ran and Sonoko chimed in.
"Please don't worry, everyone. My dad's mood has improved a lot now, and he's eating his favorite curry rice right now," Hiroto Akashi said with a smile.
"That's good."
Hearing this, Uncle Mori continued eating the curry rice on his plate, praising again, "Mr. Akashi, your curry is really delicious!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Hiroto Akashi said, looking a little embarrassed after hearing Uncle Mori's praise.
"Maybe it's because my dad likes curry rice that my curry tastes better."
"If you, Mr. Akashi, didn't become a tennis coach in the future, you could open a restaurant and sell curry rice. The business would definitely be booming." Uncle Mori made no attempt to hide his love for curry.
"That would be too much of an exaggeration," Hiroto Akashi said modestly.
One person sat there eating and praising the food, while the other responded humbly.
At that moment, Kōsuke was looking at Akashi Hiroto, and he felt something was off.
"You felt it too?" Ai asked softly, sitting next to Kouyu.
"Hmm." Kōyū nodded very slightly, as if he didn't want to be noticed. "It feels a little strange."
“We’ve only just met him, why would he tell us something like this?”
Logically, Akashi Hiroto should only say the first half of the sentence:
"I was so engrossed in chatting with my father that I lost track of time, which is why I came down so late."
And before they could even ask what they were talking about, Hiroto Akashi told them about his father saying, "I don't want to live."
It's like...
"It's as if he wants us to know that his father once had suicidal thoughts." Kōyū narrowed his eyes and looked at Akashi Hiroto with suspicion.
However, Kwang-yu quickly withdrew that gaze.
"Maybe they don't care about these things. We can't just think the worst."
"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Ai didn't think too deeply about it; she just felt a little strange at times, but didn't take it too seriously.
Without spending much time thinking about this issue, the two then found a topic to talk about and started chatting.
...
After dinner, Sonoko borrowed Akashi Hiroshi's landline to call her villa and ask the people there to come and pick them up.
Ten minutes after the phone call, Sonoko heard some bad news:
"What? Because of the flash floods caused by the heavy rain, the road was blocked by rocks, so they couldn't come to pick us up today?"
Are you serious?
Hearing this, Hiroto Akashi, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, offered, "It's okay if you can't come to pick me up. You can stay here tonight..."
"I happen to have a lot of spare bedding at home, which should be enough."
"I'm so sorry."
Uncle Mori felt a little embarrassed for troubling others time and time again. "Thank you so much, Mr. Akashi, this time."
"If all else fails, this is the only option."
Just as she was about to hang up, Sonoko suddenly remembered something and asked into the phone, "If the car can't do it, what about the helicopter?"
She's ready to unleash her "money power" and see what happens.
It's always better to avoid troubling others.
“…” Akashi Hiroto glanced at Sonoko, who was on the phone, and paused for a moment.
Helicopter?
This girl seems to be quite extraordinary...
They actually managed to get a helicopter to come and pick them up.
He did not doubt the truthfulness of Sonoko's words, because there was no need to.
The helicopter was there to pick them up, not him, so the girl had no reason to make things up.
"Huh? Not even a helicopter? Okay, then I guess I'll just have to stay here for the night." Sonoko was a little troubled after hearing this. She responded a few times and then hung up the phone.
The attempt to leverage financial power failed.
...
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