Chapter 6 The Chef Who Only Knows How to Make Udon Noodles (Xiao Xiu)

The next morning, Akiyama Kanade once again refused Amuro Toru's help. He said the destination was not far from here and he could go there alone.

The young man looked at her with a blazing gaze and vowed, "Don't worry, Mr. Bourbon, I can do it." He patted a pocket full of Tokyo maps, which contained everything from topographic maps to traffic route maps.

"I can't always bother Bourbon. Bourbon, you don't have to worry about me."

He spoke in a tone that sounded like a worried mother. Amuro Toru was troubled by his own associations and immediately left the room.

Akiyama Kanade found a villa at the address given by the recruiter. The main building of the villa is a two-story Western-style house with a spacious courtyard in front of it and an iron gate in front of it. The name of the owner is written on the doorplate - Kudo.

His name doesn't sound like a fool, but after looking at his resume, Akiyama Kanade couldn't help but have some doubts about the employer's intelligence when they were willing to hire him.

If there is nothing wrong with his IQ, then there is only one explanation.

This Mr. Kudo is a fan of dark skin.

Akiyama Kanade rang the doorbell and told the host that he was a hired chef, and the other party opened the iron gate.

He walked to the door of the villa, the door opened, and a man walked out.

The weather in early spring was getting warmer, and the man was still wearing a turtleneck sweater. He squinted his eyes, wore black-framed glasses, and said "Hmm?" very softly.

The young man opposite was wearing a black hoodie with the hood on his head. His deep red eyes were covered with a thin layer of water. He lifted his backpack and his voice jumped.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kudo! I am the chef you hired, Akiyama Kanade. You can just call me Kanade."

"No, no, my name is not Kudo, I'm just staying here temporarily. I'm Okiya Subaru, please come in." Okiya Subaru let Akiyama Kanade into the house, and the two sat down in the living room. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he pretended to ask casually: "Come to think of it, I remember the job application video I saw on the Internet at that time. Mr. Akiyama's skin seemed to be much darker than it is now?"

Ah, it appears, the dark skin control!

The brown-haired young man opposite suddenly had a sharp light in his eyes. He pinched his chin and said seriously, "If you like dark skin, I can go get a tan."

Okiya Subaru: “…That’s not necessary.”

Subaru Okiya, whose real name is Shuichi Akai, faked his death and disguised himself as Subaru Okiya to lurk in the Kudo residence. He saw Bourbon's job application information on the Internet and was very concerned. He suspected that the organization had some action, so they hired this person.

But I didn't expect that it wasn't Bourbon who came.

What is the relationship between this brown-haired young man and Bourbon? Is he also a member of the organization?

Maybe if he stayed, he could get more information.

Worth the risk.

Akiyama Kanade also had an unexpected gain. When he entered the room, he habitually scanned the opponent with the [Soul Purity Tester], but he didn't expect that Okiya Subaru's soul purity was not inferior to Bourbon's.

It's decided. Now that a new spare tire has appeared, how can we stand still?

From today on, he, Akiyama Kanade, and Okiya Subaru are good friends.

Subaru Okiya had already told the owner of the villa in advance that he had hired a chef online, and Akiyama Kanade's room was also ready.

Akiyama Souha only had a small backpack on his back, which he threw on the bed. He rubbed his hands and said, "Okay, let's get to work."

Okiya Subaru: “?”

He looked at the sky outside. It was already past lunch time, but still far from dinner time. His eyes fell on the brown-haired young man again. He had taken off his black hoodie and was wearing an apron that he had found somewhere. He was holding a broom and had a bandage on his forehead with the word "Struggle" written on it.

Facing Okiya Subaru's puzzled look, Akiyama Kanade waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I was a cleaner when I was a servant in my last house. I have experience."

His voice was still gentle and soft. Acting had become a habit, and his attention to detail had become part of his nature.

Including the fact that Akiyama Kanade actually doesn't know much about cleaning skills.

When he puts on this vest, he becomes the real person.

Okiya Subaru made two cups of black tea, and the young man who was full of fighting spirit just now lay listlessly on the back of the sofa, his red eyes looked like he had been crying.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Okiya Subaru.

The man stood tall and put the tray on the tea table. He said in a gentle voice, "If you are tired, come and have a cup of tea?"

"You... you are so nice..." Akiyama Kanade said, panting, "But this house is too big."

"Don't worry, I'll help you clean after you finish your tea." Okiya Subaru picked up the teacup and blew a breath of hot air on it in a very polite manner.

"Is Mr. Okiya a researcher?" asked Akiyama Kanade.

"Well, I'm a graduate student in engineering at Toudou University."

"That's great--" Akiyama Kanade made an envious sound.

He was really envious, because his ideal university during his lifetime was Toudou University.

If I could be resurrected, I would continue to work hard to get into the University of Tokyo!

"Can you teach me some secrets for getting into Toudou University?" The red-eyed young man rolled off the sofa and came in front of Okiya Subaru.

Okiya Subaru was stunned because the other person's eyes were full of eager sincerity.

He coughed to cover up, "It's a long story to tell about the secret... I'll talk to Mr. Akiyama slowly when I have time later."

Akiyama Kanade also nodded seriously, "Yes, I need to prepare a notebook to write it down."

Okiya Subaru: “…”

Looks like I need to prepare a Tokyo University exam preparation guide right away.

Maybe Mr. Okiya is so outstanding that his soul purity is so high, Akiyama Kanade thought. In his heart, Okiya Subaru is now surrounded by the aura of Mr. Tou.

It turned out to be a good idea to come here to apply for the chef position.

In this dangerous and crime-ridden Beika Town, he is the only one who can protect the weak Mr. Okiya.

In order to take care of the weak Okiya Subaru, Akiyama Kanade worked diligently. She got up before dawn every day to cook, ensuring that the graduate student from the University of Tokyo could absorb enough nutrients on time to maintain brain function.

Every morning when Subaru Okiya woke up, he would see the brown-haired young man sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper. There was a new vase on the table, and the flowers in the vase were changed every day. In the early morning, the petals were covered with crystal dew.

Occasionally, flower branches would be inserted on the young man's head, which looked very beautiful against his snow-white skin.

It's certainly a good thing to have a hot breakfast when you wake up, but -

"Mr. Akiyama, is it still Udon noodles today?" Okiya Subaru smiled.

Eating udon noodles three times a day must be problematic no matter how you think about it, right?

Akiyama Kanade was silent for a long time, then smiled, the freckles on her face were dimly illuminated by the sunlight, "Is it not delicious?"

The question is no longer whether it tastes good or not, but that udon noodles are flowing in his veins.

"No, it's delicious." Okiya Subaru decided to tell the truth, "But I was wondering, Mr. Akiyama... you can't just make udon noodles, right?"

Silence again, this silence was too suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

Although he wanted to keep Akiyama Kanade to see if he had any connection with the organization, Okiya Subaru also had some selfish motives. That is, he really can't cook.

He was good at fighting with a gun, but cooking was beyond his current skills. So it would be nice to have another chef to improve the food. That was what he thought at first.

"We'll have a different menu tonight." The brown-haired young man seemed to have made a solemn decision. He met Okiya Subaru's narrowed eyes. The latter seemed to look at him scrutinizingly, then nodded slowly, his tone still as gentle as usual.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

He picked up his schoolbag and said, "I have to go to school today, so I won't eat at home."

Didn't he really just run away?

Akiyama Kanade pushed the udon noodles away. To be honest, he was tired of the taste. However, Akiyama Kanade's character was that he couldn't cook. There was nothing he could do. As a professional actor, he had to follow the script.

But finally I have an excuse to go find Bourbon, yay!

Akiyama Kanade happily pushed her bicycle out of the garage - it was a bit shabby compared to the sports cars and motorcycles of the big guys, but in the small Beika Town, it was enough for transportation.

A young man with brown hair and red eyes was riding a small car happily on the road, with the hood of his black hoodie on his head and humming happily.

"Get out of the way!" A masked man suddenly rushed out from the corner.

Akiyama Kanade obediently tilted the front of the car.

Behind him, Conan, who was riding a skateboard and ignored Newton's laws, caught up with him. Conan also saw Akiyama Kanade riding a small car, and his blue eyes met his red eyes. He shouted, "Brother Akiyama, don't let him run away!"

If other elementary school students called him like this, Akiyama Kanade might not listen, but Conan is different.

The purity of his soul is so high that it shines like a mountain of gold. Although Akiyama Kanade would not do such a wicked thing as deceiving a child's soul, it would definitely be right to maintain a good relationship with him!

The young man in the black hoodie stopped his bike and turned his head slightly, his snow-white chin seemed to be illuminated by the sunlight. He suddenly turned a corner and caught up with the masked man in two seconds.

The young man in black jumped up from the bicycle and kicked the masked man lightly on the back. Then he landed on his shoulders, clamped his legs around his head, and sat half-kneeling. The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing.

It was difficult to use force in broad daylight, so Akiyama Kanade paused for a moment. The masked man seized the opportunity and pulled out a knife from his pocket and slashed upwards.

Akiyama Zou consciously caught the blade with his hand, and used his knee to hit the masked man on the temple.

As the masked man fainted on the ground, he also floated down to the ground.

The hood of his hoodie was still on his head, and the black fabric was slightly warm in the morning sun.

Officer Takagi arrived shortly after and pressed down on the criminal, snatched the knife from his hand, and handcuffed the man behind his back.

When Takagi Shigeru pulled up the unconscious prisoner and turned around, the young man in black and his bicycle who had just helped were gone.

Only a few drops of blood remained on the ground.

"Hey? Conan, where's that gentleman from before? He's injured, it's best to go to the hospital."

Conan Edogawa, who had been keeping an eye on the criminal, then noticed that Akiyama Kanade was missing. "It's okay, Officer Takagi, Akiyama brother should have gone to treat his wounds..."

That should be the case, right? ...No, even though he was an adult, the impression Akiyama Kanade left on him was too weird.

Does that guy really have the common sense to seek medical treatment if he is injured?

At the Poirot Café, Toru Amuro was sorting out the ingredients and seasonings for the evening meal at the counter. Someone walked into the café and he turned around, "Welcome Hikaru—why are you here?"

The young man in black took off the hoodie and smiled slightly with his freckled face. His short chocolate-colored hair was covered with sweat, and he fanned himself with his hands, "Good afternoon, Mr. Amuro... It's so hot."

Akiyama Kanade watched as the blond young man's expression changed from being cheerful and gentle when facing ordinary customers to being mixed with a hint of coldness.

However, having witnessed Bourbon's even more brutal state, Akiyama Kanade still maintained a gentle and well-behaved smile, and even greeted Enomoto Azusa who saw him.

"Why are you here at this time, Mr. Akiyama?" asked Azusa Enomoto.

"Actually, I'm in a very serious crisis." Akiyama Kanade said in a serious tone. Enomoto Azusa asked him what happened.

“I’m going to be out of work soon.”

The young man in black put his elbows on the bar, leaned forward slightly, and whispered to Enomoto Azusa about his experience. Although his voice was low, Poirot was loud enough, and there was no one else around, so Amuro Toru on the other side could also hear it clearly.

According to Akiyama Kanade's narration, his employer had a picky taste, a bad temper, and was very difficult to serve, so he wanted to ask Amuro Toru to teach him how to cook a few more dishes.

The kindhearted Enomoto Azusa believed it to be true, frowned with worry, and his eyes were full of "Mr. Akiyama is so pitiful."

Amuro Toru couldn't stand it anymore, and clarified for the employer he had never met before: "This matter was originally Akiyama's fault. I don't think anyone wants to eat udon noodles three times a day, right?"

Seeing Akiyama Kanade's eyes wide open, with a look of "How do you know this?", the blond young man sighed, "Because this is all you can do."

Akiyama Kanade immediately climbed up the ladder, "So please, Mr. Amuro, teach me again."

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled, and the slight blush on his face from exercise had not yet completely faded, making him look particularly well-behaved.

It doesn't really matter whether you learn to cook or not, Mr. Okiya is easy to fool. The main reason is that Akiyama Kanade doesn't want to miss this legitimate reason to get close to Amuro Toru.

If we learn a new dish every day, wouldn’t that give us a reason to meet up every day?

With the help of Azusa Enomoto, Toru Amuro finally agreed to help Kanade Akiyama.

Conan Edogawa helped Officer Takagi catch the criminal. When he was returning to the Mori Detective Office, he passed by the Poirot Cafe and saw Akiyama Kanade chatting and laughing with the blonde waiter through the glass window.

He thought about it and walked in holding his skateboard.

"Brother Akiyama, have you taken care of your injuries?" After briefly greeting a few people, Edogawa Conan went straight to the point. After all, Akiyama Kanade was injured in order to help, and the little detective couldn't rest easy if he didn't make sure he was okay.

However, after hearing this, the young man in black tilted his head in confusion, "Is Conan talking about me?" At Conan's reminder, he lowered his head and found that there was a cut on the palm of his hand caused by the blade.

The blood had stopped flowing, and the deep red liquid had dried up and solidified in the palm of his hand.

He hid his hands behind his back, as if he didn't want anyone to see them. "Thank you. Don't worry about it. It will be fine tomorrow."

He smiled tenderly at Conan.

Amuro Toru, who was watching coldly, saw the wound on Akiyama Kanade's palm when he turned over his palm. The blood had stained his snow-white skin, and a little flesh could be vaguely seen coming out of the wound.

This isn't an injury that can be healed tomorrow, but Akiyama Kanade has no intention of dealing with it.

Looking back, this isn't the first time this has happened.

It seems like every time he gets hurt he always says this - don't worry, it will be fine tomorrow.

Thinking carefully, the first two times I saw him injured were on the night of the firefight between the organization and the Yamano Group. The two separated very quickly at that time, and I don’t know when his body recovered. The second time was in the villa of a rich man, where he was hit by a bookcase and injured his wrist.

Toru Amuro did not pay special attention to when he recovered from the injury, but he had the impression that he did not see anything wrong with his wrist in the following days.

He originally thought that he was just another lunatic who was playing with his own life - there were many such people in the organization, so there was no need to pay much attention to him.

Now it seems that there is something else going on.

Amuro Toru was somewhat concerned about this matter, so he pretended to care about Akiyama Kanade and said, "The wound seems to be serious, it's best to treat it."

Akiyama Kanade smiled again, her tone still so gentle and soft, "It's okay, don't worry about it, I'll just go wash my hands."

The injury is really not a big deal, it doesn't even hurt.

But precisely because it didn't hurt, every time someone reminded him that he was injured, Akiyama Kanade would search his body for a long time like an idiot before he could find it.

Two years ago, he was stabbed in the stomach during a mission. He ran for a long time with bloody intestines before Gin called him. The colorful expressions on the other party's face when he saw his stomach are still fresh in Akiyama Kanade's memory.

However, it was also that experience that made Akiyama Kanade realize what a pervert Gin was.

Because after the other party stopped him and reminded him to stuff his intestines back in, they did not tell him to go to the hospital, but instead said: "Block the exit here and don't let a single mouse escape."

Gin was also injured at the time, with one hand hanging down and blood dripping from the fingertips. He looked sinister and cruel, but he did his job without any hesitation, and at the same time, he would not allow his colleague who was full of blood to be lazy.

Model worker. The organization is grateful to have you.

Akiyama Kanade actually doesn't like being discovered when he's injured. He wishes everyone could just ignore his injuries like Gin did.

He also doesn't have to be reminded every time he gets hurt.

——You are injured.

——Can’t you feel it?

——How strange.

——Yes, because I am dead after all.