After changing his clothes in the next room, Yamato Gansuke returned to the kitchen and smelled the scent of spices. This was completely different from the smell of the food he made. Just smelling it made him hungry. It was a pleasant smell.
He walked towards the stove with his hands in his pockets. He looked into the pot and saw beef curry, which had a flavor that was definitely different from Japanese curry. He curled his lips, but had to admit that this police officer named Takashi Sosuke was indeed a good cook.
At least he is much stronger than me, so I can barely say he lost.
If Fujiwara Yuu knew that Yamato Gansuke used the word "reluctantly", he would definitely be speechless and roll his eyes. When he saw Yamato Gansuke return to the kitchen, he directly ordered him to help wash vegetables and defrost ingredients. At least in these two aspects, he would not achieve the great achievement of blowing up the kitchen.
Thai beef curry is paired with simple multi-grain rice, and some fried chicken nuggets are prepared for those who don’t like spicy food. However, considering that there are female artists who are keen on body management, he also prepared some low-calorie pan-fried chicken breast and vegetable salad.
He was not interested in preparing too many dishes, as he was not here to be a chef.
Fujiwara Yuu caught a glimpse of Yamato Gansuke stealing fried chicken nuggets. He took off his apron that was covering the grease stains, folded his arms over his chest, and leaned on the kitchen counter, raising his eyebrows with interest and asking:
"Mr. Yamato, I don't like beating around the bush, so can you tell me your true identity now?"
"Officer Ying Si, you're joking. I'm just an ordinary villager from Beibing Village. It's not as complicated as you think." Yamato Gansuke didn't rush to reveal his identity. He pinched another piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth. He hadn't eaten properly after a busy day, so he was indeed a little hungry.
"Do you think someone who flooded the kitchen could be a qualified housekeeper? Mr. Yamato, you can treat others as fools, but at least you should respect my profession, right?"
Fujiwara Yu is not a fool. If he can't tell the difference, then his job as a policeman is in vain.
Yamato Gansuke raised the corner of his mouth. He did not answer but proved his identity with actions. He took out the police ID hidden in his jacket, on which the word "Inspector" was clearly written.
Huh? Is he a policeman too?
"I'm a detective from the Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters, and I'm secretly investigating Himuro Kazusei." Yamato Gansuke took back his police ID. He felt it necessary to tell the purpose of his coming here. Perhaps the police officer in front of him from the Metropolitan Police Department could help him.
Investigating Himuro Ichisei? I see, he wasn't here to investigate the production team.
Fujiwara Yu was a little curious. He didn't know much about Himuro Ikkyou, so he said frankly:
"Mr. Himuro, are you involved in some case? But it's not enough to make you travel all the way from Nagano Prefecture to Hokkaido, right?"
"I'm here on behalf of someone. She received a commission from a friend, and the commission is to investigate Himuro Kazusho." Yamato Gansuke didn't want to come to Hokkaido in winter. There was even a blizzard in the environment where he was now. If something happened, the police would not be able to arrive.
"Could I ask about the relationship between the client and Mr. Himuro?"
"She was Himuro Issei's fiancée, but the engagement was called off ten years ago." Yamato Gansuke recalled what Uehara Yui had relayed to him. He frowned slightly and said seriously, "Ten years ago, Himuro Issei was severely burned in a plane crash. He's become a completely different person since then, and he doesn't even remember his fiancée. Himuro Issei also retired from the art world after that."
Fujiwara Yuu held his chin and thought for a moment. He soon realized what the client wanted to investigate:
"So, the client suspects that Himuro Ichisho isn't the real Himuro Ichisho?"
"That's right, but when I arrived here, I didn't meet Himuro Ichisei himself. I was communicating with the production team the whole time. This is a bit strange, as it seems that Himuro and the production team have a pretty good relationship."
"As long as Himuro is still living here, they'll definitely see it. Now let's put these dishes on the food cart and push them over. I bet they'll be hungry too."
"Well, thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have exposed my identity in advance."
"You're welcome. It's just a small favor."
Friendships between men are always a bit strange. Two people who were at odds with each other a moment ago can develop a strange sense of shared interests when they become interested in the same thing. Just like now, they are both curious about whether there is a problem with Himuro Kazusei's identity. Wanting to know the answer, they think cooperation is the best option.
During the meal, everyone praised Yamato Kansuke's cooking skills, which made Yamato Kansuke, who had already eaten half a full meal in the kitchen and almost flooded the kitchen, feel a little guilty.
Only Fujiwara Yudanjo, who knew the truth, enjoyed the food he made. After the meal, most people chose to leave, only Hayami Reika stayed in the restaurant. She actually wanted to eat fried chicken nuggets, but thinking of her agent's instructions, she chose to bury her head in eating vegetable salad.
This also caused her to eat slowly. After everyone had finished eating, she was still trying to eat the food she didn't like with a distressed look on her face.
Fujiwara Yuu noticed that there was still half a vegetable salad on her plate and couldn't help but say:
"If you don't want to eat, you can ask Mr. Yamato to make you another low-calorie meal."
"...No need." Hayami Reika didn't want to pay any attention to the police officer who was working with the program crew to play a prank on her. She finished the vegetable salad on the plate as if she was angry, wiped the vinaigrette from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up to leave.
"Then take some throat lozenges. You've become hoarse from coughing."
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