Conan: The Strongest Suspect

“I’m hungry.”

Yukiko said suddenly.

Inside Yukiko’s refrigerator, in addition to some greens, more cooked food.

It is the kind of food that can be eaten after thawing and warming up.

This is popular in country J, don’t be surprised if you go to someone’s house and see that the other party makes exquisite meals in a short time, because half of them are finished products bought directly from supermarkets.

Country J pays more attention to the exquisite placement of the product, which will make people appetize.

As for the taste, so be it.

“What would you like to eat?”

Chen Yang flipped through the refrigerator and asked.

“Whatever.”

Yukiko brushed her hair in style, feeling that her hair was a little messy.

“Huh? Then I’ll fry some greens for you, anyway, I’m the best at stir-frying greens, as for those supermarket things, the devil knows what to make of, eat less as well. ”

Chen Yang took out a few greens, shrugged and said.

“Hey, you can still cook?”

Yukiko Mime looked at Chen Yang as if he had discovered a new continent.

A man who can cook, J is not nothing.

After all, the chef is still mostly male.

But excluding professional factors, Country J pays attention to machismo.

Like doing housework and the like, men never care.

Okay, on the contrary, it looks different.

At this moment, Chen Yang became an alternative in the eyes of Yukiko.

“I remember telling you, right? I am very researched about Xia Guo culture, which naturally includes meals, but I am a man who has learned authentic Xia Guo cuisine, and at home I make meals and wait for Ying Li to come home and eat. ”

Chen Yang said while washing the dishes.

Cooking, for the Xia Guo man, does not seem to be all the fuss.

After all, with a population base as large as Xia Guo, if you can’t cook and are poor, it’s hard to find a girlfriend. _

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