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Chapter 819: Hand: What are you Guys Talking About?
Morning, 8 AM.
Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama emerged from their room, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. They found Hattori Heiji setting the plates, and Hissashi bustling about in the kitchen.
“Brother Hichiji, Hattori,” Mouri Ran said, a little surprised, “You guys are up so early.”
“Yeah…” Hattori Heiji said, scratching his head and chuckling.
Brother Hichiji got up and immediately started making breakfast. Since he was already awake, he couldn't just sit around. He figured he could at least lend a hand.
Kazuha Toyama approached and looked at the food Hattori Heiji had just portioned onto the plates. Red and white five-petal flowers were soaking in milk, making it look very appetizing. “This looks really good!”
“The red ones are Hawthorn Cake, and the white ones are Glutinous Rice Cake. Brother Hichiji made them, cooled them down, and then used a knife to cut them into petals. I helped too!” Hattori Heiji said triumphantly.
“I can tell,” Kazuha Toyama pointed at one of the red flowers and asked seriously, “This Hawthorn Cake petal that looks like it grew crooked must be the one you cut, right? And this one, and this one…”
Hattori Heiji’s face grew darker and darker.
Doesn't she know not to point out the obvious? He finally made breakfast, couldn't she praise his effort a little?
Mouri Ran giggled and peeked into the next room. “Father and Conan are still not awake…”
“Go wash up,” Chi Feichei called out from the kitchen, urging them to wash up. “We’ll eat first.”
“Yes～ yes～” Kazuha Toyama looked at Hattori Heiji’s dark face and happily pushed Mouri Ran into the washroom.
“Seriously, I’m just not good at cutting flowers…” Hattori Heiji muttered, then slipped into the kitchen and watched Chi Feichei working busily.
Chi Feichei cut up several oranges and put them on plates, mixed six cups of Mint Honey Water, and started making Jianbing Guozi with the prepared thick paste.
When there are more people, he gets the urge to cook.
It’s just that he got up late this morning, and didn’t soak rice or beans last night, so vegetables and soy milk were out of the question. He could only make something quick.
Since he had an electric griddle and a spatula, it was much easier. He heated the electric griddle to a gentle warmth, poured a spoonful of batter, and quickly spread it out with the spatula. After it changed color, he added an egg and sprinkled sesame seeds…
Hattori Heiji watched Chi Feichei deftly make two and became interested. “Brother Hichiji, let me try!”
“Sure.” Chi Feichei stepped aside.
Hattori Heiji rolled up his sleeves and began a large-scale disaster performance.
This was probably…
Eyes: I got this.
Brain: I got this too.
Hand: What are you two talking about?
“Huh? Why isn’t it cooked yet?”
“Too much batter, manually flip it.”
“Oh, okay… I’ll flip… flip…” Hattori Heiji tried hard to flip the pancake, but it turned into egg drop soup, and a burnt smell faintly wafted from the pot bottom. “Ah, this…”
Chi Feichei was speechless. “Burnt, make another one.”
“Oh, okay…”
“Wash the pot.”
“Oh, almost forgot…”
“Burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt again…”
“Wash the pot.”
Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama finished washing up and stood at the kitchen entrance watching the fun.
“Brother Hichiji, Hattori, do you need help?” Mouri Ran asked, sweating.
“No need, I will definitely solve it!” Hattori Heiji turned the hat on his head, his gaze firm, and then…
“Ahhh, burnt, burnt, burnt…”
Mori Kogoro and Conan came out with confused faces, curiously looking at the kitchen.
What’s burnt? Mahjong in the morning?
Oh, they were making breakfast, then it’s nothing.
The two of them walked to the washroom with confused faces again, got water, squeezed toothpaste, brushed their teeth in front of the mirror, gargled, and spat out water, their movements synchronized and extremely tacit.
In the kitchen, under Chi Feichei’s reminder, Hattori Heiji turned down the heat and successfully reached the step of adding eggs, and then…
He successfully created a pile of egg drop pancake chunks, still with a burnt smell.
“Burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt again…”
“Faster, scrape the egg flat and flip it,” Chi Feichei watched Hattori Heiji frantically shovel the burnt pancake out of the pot and reminded him, “Flip it gently.”
Hattori Heiji nodded and continued to wrestle with the pot, muttering to himself.
If the pancake is too thick, it’s hard to flip and will be scraped into egg drops. If the pancake is too thin, it will break, half flipped over and half torn apart, completely burnt. It’s hard to control the amount and pace of the batter, and adding eggs is also a hassle…
The burnt smell rose again.
Hattori Heiji looked down and saw that the pancake was burnt, and panicked again, “Burnt, burnt, burnt…”
“There’s not much batter left,” Chi Feichei reminded him.
“I’ll try one more time!”
Two minutes later…
“Burnt, burnt, burnt…” Hattori Heiji shoveled out another failed pancake, “I’ll…”
Chi Feichei saw black smoke drifting in the kitchen and said with a cold face, “Get out.”
“Oh, okay.” Hattori Heiji finally realized the kitchen was full of the smell of burnt pancakes, went out with bean eyes, and sat down obediently.
Chi Feichei opened the kitchen window to ventilate, and started mixing batter again. “Ran, I’ve used up the Soybean Flour.”
The batter was almost gone, if he let Hattori Heiji keep trying, they wouldn’t have breakfast this morning.
“Ah, then I’ll buy some at the Convenience Store tonight,” Mouri Ran flipped through things and helped bring the oranges out. “We’re out of Glutinous Rice Flour too, we need to buy some more.”
At the dining table, Kazuha Toyama didn’t make fun of him either, and comforted him, “Heiji is just not familiar with it yet, he’s already done very well, right, Brother Hichiji?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fine after he gets used to it,” Chi Feichei said, “I was like this when I first started making it. Hattori’s comprehension is fine, and his hands aren’t clumsy either, he just underestimated Jianbing Guozi a bit. This thing is really hard to make well if you’re not skilled.”
Hattori Heiji felt relieved and scratched his head, laughing, “It looks simple, but it really is quite particular about experience!”
A group of people sat down and ate breakfast. Outside, the sky was gloomy and it was still raining heavily.
Mouri Ran helped clear the dining table. Seeing that the rain hadn’t stopped, she walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the Sunny Doll hanging on it, frowning slightly. “This is weird, the probability of clearing up should be 100%.”
“I think it’s probably because your prayer wasn’t sincere enough,” Kazuha Toyama turned her head and teased with a smile, “It’s a far cry from Kudo’s level, right?”
Mouri Ran laughed and playfully fought with Kazuha Toyama, “How could that be, that’s not true at all!”
Conan remembered that last night before going to bed, the Sunny Doll’s face was facing outwards, but now it was facing inwards…
“Oh dear, camping is off if it rains,” Hattori Heiji gloated with a smile, “Looks like Heavens wants us to investigate a case.”
Conan turned his head and looked at Hattori Heiji with suspicion.
Could it be that some guy secretly took down the Sunny Doll last night and hid it for the night?
Hattori Heiji ignored Conan’s gaze, but glanced at Chi Feichei with some guilt. Seeing that Chi Feichei didn’t have any special reaction, he felt relieved.
Hmm, Brother Hichiji was probably too sleepy last night, he probably didn’t notice him getting up in the middle of the night to hide the Sunny Doll…
…
The Junior Detective League and Chi Feichei called each other and confirmed the camping trip was canceled.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
On the street, Chi Feichei fed Hissashi a Strawberry.
He bought Strawberries for Hissashi when he came out. Twenty-one of them, enough to fill Hissashi up.
It was a pity that the camping trip was canceled. In a while, he could only go to the street with Hattori Heiji to investigate.
“Ran, it seems your Sunny Doll only worked at this time!” Kazuha Toyama sighed, looking at the emerging sun.
Chi Feichei looked up at the blue sky and then conveniently fed Hissashi another Strawberry.
Ran is actually Heavens’s biological daughter, right? Conan is just tagging along for the Protagonist Aura?
“It really is a pity.” Hattori Heiji sweated in his heart.
If he subtracted the time he hid the Sunny Doll, it was exactly one night. In other words, if he hadn’t hidden the Sunny Doll and just hung it up for one night, it might have cleared up this morning… No, no, it’s definitely a coincidence! Be scientific, don’t be superstitious!
Conan glanced at Hattori Heiji with half-moon eyes. Some people better be careful not to be punished by Fate.
The six of them separated at the street corner. Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama, the two girls, went shopping. Mori Kogoro, Chi Feichei, Conan, and Hattori Heiji went to Beika Town 4-chome to investigate.
The agreed time with the client was four o’clock in the afternoon. The four of them went to Beika Town 5-chome, Chi Feichei’s Apartment, to get Chi Feichei’s car and drive over.
If they needed to investigate other places, having a car would be more convenient.
Chi Feichei fed all the Strawberries to Hissashi along the way. When they went to the Underground Parking Lot, he conveniently threw the Plastic Bag into the Trash Can. Turning his head, he saw Wu Ming squatting by the Streetside.
After the sky cleared, the sun quickly dried the water on the Road Surface. The white cat was squatting by the Roadside, tilting its head and licking its fur bit by bit. When Chi Feichei’s figure disappeared into the Parking Lot Entrance, it got up, stretched lazily, and walked towards Conan and the others with light and leisurely steps.
“Huh?” Conan, Hattori Heiji, and Mori Kogoro were waiting for Chi Feichei on the Street. When he turned his head, he saw the white cat walking over, a little surprised. “It’s a cat.”
“It’s really pretty,” Hattori Heiji squatted down and reached out to Wu Ming. “It’s not wearing a Pet Tag…”
Wu Ming approached, sniffed Hattori Heiji’s outstretched hand, and looked up at Hattori Heiji and Conan. Its big blue eyes were docile and harmless, and its voice was a little weak, “Meow…”
“Is it feeling unwell?” Conan asked curiously, squatting down.
Mori Kogoro stood aside, seeing the white cat rubbing against Hattori Heiji’s pocket. “I bet it’s hungry. Did you bring the Glutinous Rice Cake you had left over from breakfast?”
“Ah, I was worried that the investigation would go late and Kid would be hungry,” Hattori Heiji took out the Glutinous Rice Cake wrapped in a Plastic Bag from his pocket, opened it with a smile and put it on the ground. “But since the Kitten is hungry, let’s give it Kid’s rations～”
Conan glanced at Hattori Heiji. Childish, would he fight with a cat for food?
Wu Ming lowered its head and ate the Glutinous Rice Cake, elegant and steady.
Hattori Heiji reached out and gently stroked it, and found that the white cat didn’t resist or show excessive vigilance or rejection. He smiled and started petting the cat. “This cat is really well-behaved.”
Conan reached out and touched Wu Ming. “Yeah.”
“It should be someone’s pet cat. Although it’s not wearing a Pet Tag, it’s very clean and willing to be close to people,” Hattori Heiji petted it for a while, feeling that the cat was indeed clean, and felt a little regretful. “It’s a pity, my Old Mom wants to raise a cat, but she hasn’t found a suitable one…”
After Wu Ming finished eating the Glutinous Rice Cake, it still let Hattori Heiji hold it in his arms, meowing softly twice, its voice gradually becoming a little hoarse.
Conan trotted to the Convenience Store again and bought Mineral Water and Paper Cups, happily watching Wu Ming drink water.
When Chi Feichei drove the car to the Roadside, Hattori Heiji and Conan, one big and one small, were still squatting by the Roadside.
“Seriously,” Mori Kogoro walked to the Car. Seeing the two over there engrossed in petting the cat, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave and lit a Cigarette. “Children are just Children.”
“Uh-huh.” Chi Feichei responded casually.
(End of Chapter)
Morning, 8 AM.
Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama emerged from their room, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. They found Hattori Heiji setting the plates, and Hissashi bustling about in the kitchen.
“Brother Hichiji, Hattori,” Mouri Ran said, a little surprised, “You guys are up so early.”
“Yeah…” Hattori Heiji said, scratching his head and chuckling.
Brother Hichiji got up and immediately started making breakfast. Since he was already awake, he couldn't just sit around. He figured he could at least lend a hand.
Kazuha Toyama approached and looked at the food Hattori Heiji had just portioned onto the plates. Red and white five-petal flowers were soaking in milk, making it look very appetizing. “This looks really good!”
“The red ones are Hawthorn Cake, and the white ones are Glutinous Rice Cake. Brother Hichiji made them, cooled them down, and then used a knife to cut them into petals. I helped too!” Hattori Heiji said triumphantly.
“I can tell,” Kazuha Toyama pointed at one of the red flowers and asked seriously, “This Hawthorn Cake petal that looks like it grew crooked must be the one you cut, right? And this one, and this one…”
Hattori Heiji’s face grew darker and darker.
Doesn't she know not to point out the obvious? He finally made breakfast, couldn't she praise his effort a little?
Mouri Ran giggled and peeked into the next room. “Father and Conan are still not awake…”
“Go wash up,” Chi Feichei called out from the kitchen, urging them to wash up. “We’ll eat first.”
“Yes～ yes～” Kazuha Toyama looked at Hattori Heiji’s dark face and happily pushed Mouri Ran into the washroom.
“Seriously, I’m just not good at cutting flowers…” Hattori Heiji muttered, then slipped into the kitchen and watched Chi Feichei working busily.
Chi Feichei cut up several oranges and put them on plates, mixed six cups of Mint Honey Water, and started making Jianbing Guozi with the prepared thick paste.
When there are more people, he gets the urge to cook.
It’s just that he got up late this morning, and didn’t soak rice or beans last night, so vegetables and soy milk were out of the question. He could only make something quick.
Since he had an electric griddle and a spatula, it was much easier. He heated the electric griddle to a gentle warmth, poured a spoonful of batter, and quickly spread it out with the spatula. After it changed color, he added an egg and sprinkled sesame seeds…
Hattori Heiji watched Chi Feichei deftly make two and became interested. “Brother Hichiji, let me try!”
“Sure.” Chi Feichei stepped aside.
Hattori Heiji rolled up his sleeves and began a large-scale disaster performance.
This was probably…
Eyes: I got this.
Brain: I got this too.
Hand: What are you two talking about?
“Huh? Why isn’t it cooked yet?”
“Too much batter, manually flip it.”
“Oh, okay… I’ll flip… flip…” Hattori Heiji tried hard to flip the pancake, but it turned into egg drop soup, and a burnt smell faintly wafted from the pot bottom. “Ah, this…”
Chi Feichei was speechless. “Burnt, make another one.”
“Oh, okay…”
“Wash the pot.”
“Oh, almost forgot…”
“Burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt again…”
“Wash the pot.”
Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama finished washing up and stood at the kitchen entrance watching the fun.
“Brother Hichiji, Hattori, do you need help?” Mouri Ran asked, sweating.
“No need, I will definitely solve it!” Hattori Heiji turned the hat on his head, his gaze firm, and then…
“Ahhh, burnt, burnt, burnt…”
Mori Kogoro and Conan came out with confused faces, curiously looking at the kitchen.
What’s burnt? Mahjong in the morning?
Oh, they were making breakfast, then it’s nothing.
The two of them walked to the washroom with confused faces again, got water, squeezed toothpaste, brushed their teeth in front of the mirror, gargled, and spat out water, their movements synchronized and extremely tacit.
In the kitchen, under Chi Feichei’s reminder, Hattori Heiji turned down the heat and successfully reached the step of adding eggs, and then…
He successfully created a pile of egg drop pancake chunks, still with a burnt smell.
“Burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt again…”
“Faster, scrape the egg flat and flip it,” Chi Feichei watched Hattori Heiji frantically shovel the burnt pancake out of the pot and reminded him, “Flip it gently.”
Hattori Heiji nodded and continued to wrestle with the pot, muttering to himself.
If the pancake is too thick, it’s hard to flip and will be scraped into egg drops. If the pancake is too thin, it will break, half flipped over and half torn apart, completely burnt. It’s hard to control the amount and pace of the batter, and adding eggs is also a hassle…
The burnt smell rose again.
Hattori Heiji looked down and saw that the pancake was burnt, and panicked again, “Burnt, burnt, burnt…”
“There’s not much batter left,” Chi Feichei reminded him.
“I’ll try one more time!”
Two minutes later…
“Burnt, burnt, burnt…” Hattori Heiji shoveled out another failed pancake, “I’ll…”
Chi Feichei saw black smoke drifting in the kitchen and said with a cold face, “Get out.”
“Oh, okay.” Hattori Heiji finally realized the kitchen was full of the smell of burnt pancakes, went out with bean eyes, and sat down obediently.
Chi Feichei opened the kitchen window to ventilate, and started mixing batter again. “Ran, I’ve used up the Soybean Flour.”
The batter was almost gone, if he let Hattori Heiji keep trying, they wouldn’t have breakfast this morning.
“Ah, then I’ll buy some at the Convenience Store tonight,” Mouri Ran flipped through things and helped bring the oranges out. “We’re out of Glutinous Rice Flour too, we need to buy some more.”
At the dining table, Kazuha Toyama didn’t make fun of him either, and comforted him, “Heiji is just not familiar with it yet, he’s already done very well, right, Brother Hichiji?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fine after he gets used to it,” Chi Feichei said, “I was like this when I first started making it. Hattori’s comprehension is fine, and his hands aren’t clumsy either, he just underestimated Jianbing Guozi a bit. This thing is really hard to make well if you’re not skilled.”
Hattori Heiji felt relieved and scratched his head, laughing, “It looks simple, but it really is quite particular about experience!”
A group of people sat down and ate breakfast. Outside, the sky was gloomy and it was still raining heavily.
Mouri Ran helped clear the dining table. Seeing that the rain hadn’t stopped, she walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the Sunny Doll hanging on it, frowning slightly. “This is weird, the probability of clearing up should be 100%.”
“I think it’s probably because your prayer wasn’t sincere enough,” Kazuha Toyama turned her head and teased with a smile, “It’s a far cry from Kudo’s level, right?”
Mouri Ran laughed and playfully fought with Kazuha Toyama, “How could that be, that’s not true at all!”
Conan remembered that last night before going to bed, the Sunny Doll’s face was facing outwards, but now it was facing inwards…
“Oh dear, camping is off if it rains,” Hattori Heiji gloated with a smile, “Looks like Heavens wants us to investigate a case.”
Conan turned his head and looked at Hattori Heiji with suspicion.
Could it be that some guy secretly took down the Sunny Doll last night and hid it for the night?
Hattori Heiji ignored Conan’s gaze, but glanced at Chi Feichei with some guilt. Seeing that Chi Feichei didn’t have any special reaction, he felt relieved.
Hmm, Brother Hichiji was probably too sleepy last night, he probably didn’t notice him getting up in the middle of the night to hide the Sunny Doll…
…
The Junior Detective League and Chi Feichei called each other and confirmed the camping trip was canceled.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
On the street, Chi Feichei fed Hissashi a Strawberry.
He bought Strawberries for Hissashi when he came out. Twenty-one of them, enough to fill Hissashi up.
It was a pity that the camping trip was canceled. In a while, he could only go to the street with Hattori Heiji to investigate.
“Ran, it seems your Sunny Doll only worked at this time!” Kazuha Toyama sighed, looking at the emerging sun.
Chi Feichei looked up at the blue sky and then conveniently fed Hissashi another Strawberry.
Ran is actually Heavens’s biological daughter, right? Conan is just tagging along for the Protagonist Aura?
“It really is a pity.” Hattori Heiji sweated in his heart.
If he subtracted the time he hid the Sunny Doll, it was exactly one night. In other words, if he hadn’t hidden the Sunny Doll and just hung it up for one night, it might have cleared up this morning… No, no, it’s definitely a coincidence! Be scientific, don’t be superstitious!
Conan glanced at Hattori Heiji with half-moon eyes. Some people better be careful not to be punished by Fate.
The six of them separated at the street corner. Mouri Ran and Kazuha Toyama, the two girls, went shopping. Mori Kogoro, Chi Feichei, Conan, and Hattori Heiji went to Beika Town 4-chome to investigate.
The agreed time with the client was four o’clock in the afternoon. The four of them went to Beika Town 5-chome, Chi Feichei’s Apartment, to get Chi Feichei’s car and drive over.
If they needed to investigate other places, having a car would be more convenient.
Chi Feichei fed all the Strawberries to Hissashi along the way. When they went to the Underground Parking Lot, he conveniently threw the Plastic Bag into the Trash Can. Turning his head, he saw Wu Ming squatting by the Streetside.
After the sky cleared, the sun quickly dried the water on the Road Surface. The white cat was squatting by the Roadside, tilting its head and licking its fur bit by bit. When Chi Feichei’s figure disappeared into the Parking Lot Entrance, it got up, stretched lazily, and walked towards Conan and the others with light and leisurely steps.
“Huh?” Conan, Hattori Heiji, and Mori Kogoro were waiting for Chi Feichei on the Street. When he turned his head, he saw the white cat walking over, a little surprised. “It’s a cat.”
“It’s really pretty,” Hattori Heiji squatted down and reached out to Wu Ming. “It’s not wearing a Pet Tag…”
Wu Ming approached, sniffed Hattori Heiji’s outstretched hand, and looked up at Hattori Heiji and Conan. Its big blue eyes were docile and harmless, and its voice was a little weak, “Meow…”
“Is it feeling unwell?” Conan asked curiously, squatting down.
Mori Kogoro stood aside, seeing the white cat rubbing against Hattori Heiji’s pocket. “I bet it’s hungry. Did you bring the Glutinous Rice Cake you had left over from breakfast?”
“Ah, I was worried that the investigation would go late and Kid would be hungry,” Hattori Heiji took out the Glutinous Rice Cake wrapped in a Plastic Bag from his pocket, opened it with a smile and put it on the ground. “But since the Kitten is hungry, let’s give it Kid’s rations～”
Conan glanced at Hattori Heiji. Childish, would he fight with a cat for food?
Wu Ming lowered its head and ate the Glutinous Rice Cake, elegant and steady.
Hattori Heiji reached out and gently stroked it, and found that the white cat didn’t resist or show excessive vigilance or rejection. He smiled and started petting the cat. “This cat is really well-behaved.”
Conan reached out and touched Wu Ming. “Yeah.”
“It should be someone’s pet cat. Although it’s not wearing a Pet Tag, it’s very clean and willing to be close to people,” Hattori Heiji petted it for a while, feeling that the cat was indeed clean, and felt a little regretful. “It’s a pity, my Old Mom wants to raise a cat, but she hasn’t found a suitable one…”
After Wu Ming finished eating the Glutinous Rice Cake, it still let Hattori Heiji hold it in his arms, meowing softly twice, its voice gradually becoming a little hoarse.
Conan trotted to the Convenience Store again and bought Mineral Water and Paper Cups, happily watching Wu Ming drink water.
When Chi Feichei drove the car to the Roadside, Hattori Heiji and Conan, one big and one small, were still squatting by the Roadside.
“Seriously,” Mori Kogoro walked to the Car. Seeing the two over there engrossed in petting the cat, he wasn’t in a hurry to leave and lit a Cigarette. “Children are just Children.”
“Uh-huh.” Chi Feichei responded casually.
(End of Chapter)
