Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Housekeeping comes quickly, but life assistants still need to be screened.

After watching the whole cleaning process, Yun Xianhe always felt that he would starve to death if he didn’t eat. He quickly cleaned up and went out to find a restaurant nearby.

After the meal, I went to the Metropolitan Police Department to complete the statement from last night, then went to the pharmacy to buy painkillers and to the supermarket to buy food.

After tidying up a pile of things, Yun Xianhe, who was lying on the carpet, let out a long sigh.

He had never felt so tired since he came into this world.

"Xiao Tiandao, is it because I came into contact with Conan? Why do I feel like I have so many more things to do all of a sudden?"

[Yes. ]

Not surprising at all.

'What's up with this smartphone? I remember it was a flip phone yesterday?'

[Since Mr. Yun has officially joined Conan, the time around him has started to become chaotic.]

'Is this why it was summer yesterday and autumn today?'

[Yes. ]

"Ah... life."

It's time to start working.

After lying in bed for six months, I was suddenly called up to go to work and live my life, and I was filled with resentment.

So much so that in the afternoon, Yun Xianhe, sitting in the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet in advance, had a dead look in his eyes.

Looking at the people who came to apply for the position of life assistant, the young man had a decent smile on his face, but his heart was as cold as a rock.

The clothes on this person haven't been washed for a week, right? Exclude.

Dirty nails. Exclude.

Average cooking skills? No way.

Huh? You don't even know how to sort clothes and you're applying for a job? No way!

……

Looking at the people who were leaving in anger and regret, Yun Xianhe laughed coldly.

Do you think he is young, stupid, rich and easy to be cheated?

Believe it or not, he can trick you into cutting your kidney and still make you willingly spend money to buy it back.

Flipping through the information in his hand that only had good things written on it and no bad things written on it, Yun Xianhe pinched his brows with a headache.

"Can't you be more sincere? What's the point of coming here for nothing? Ahem..."

I can’t understand it. I can’t understand it at all.

After watching for a whole afternoon, someone's brain is going on strike because it has been working too much and has caused its sugar level to drop rapidly.

"I think the food I cook is pretty good."

Xiao Tiandao recalled the previous six months.

Boiled exploding eggs + inexplicably cracked frozen dumplings + salt + chili oil + vinegar

He remembered...what did Yun Xianhe say that was at that time?

The ultimate noodle and vegetable soup?

There are also various frozen chicken and pork chops that are always burnt for unknown reasons.

[…Mr. Yun, for your health, I think this life assistant is still necessary.]

'Tsk, you are questioning my craftsmanship.'

"Cough cough cough,"

[No, I just think Mr. Yun's body needs better care so that he can complete the task better later.]

'Very good, I like your capitalist face.'

[......]

No, He is not, He does not.

After teasing Xiao Tiandao, the man felt a little better. He took out the medicine bottle from his bag and put a pill in his mouth.

[Mr. Yun, it's not good to take too many painkillers.]

"Then you restore my health."

Xiao Tiandao said nothing.

In fact, Yun Xianhe also knew the reason.

When the rules of the big world discover outsiders, the first thing to do is to suppress, exclude and eliminate them.

The only reason he could still sit here safely was because this was a derivative world and the rules were not that strict.

So don't think about it.

As long as he is an outsider, even if Xiao Tiandao really grows up.

But as long as the other party cannot defeat the real master, Tiandao, Yun Xianhe will never be able to recover.

But if that day really came, he would have completed his mission and returned home long ago, regardless of whether he could be accommodated or not.

"Hello, I'm Hikaru Midorikawa, here for an interview as a life assistant."

Yun Xianhe calmed down and looked at the person sitting opposite him, his brows slightly frowned.

Human skin mask? Disguise? Interesting.

Pupil constriction? Has he seen me? No, he knows me.

Surprised? Surprised? Why?

He was dressed very cleanly and his information was impeccable.

Thinking about it, the young man straightened his expression and spoke in a businesslike manner:

"Hello, Mr. Midorikawa. I'm sorry that my throat has been a little uncomfortable recently and I can't take off the mask."

"It's ok."

"Okay, then I have a few questions for you to answer."

"Yes."

"Then first, can you accept working all year round? Of course, I will increase the corresponding salary and benefits."

"can."

"Well, the second question is, what can you cook?"

……

After a question-and-answer session, compared with the previous few people, it can be said that Yun Xianhe was quite satisfied with Lu Chuanguang.

It's this secretive look...

Gangsters? Police? Undercover? Outlaws?

The brow ridge, the face shape...the eyes that look slightly familiar.

Hiss—could it be possible that he had seen it somewhere before?

Ah, I remembered it.

The good old man who wanted to commit suicide at the beginning.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for unlocking the character information. ]

[Mitsuki Midorikawa, whose original name was Zhufu Jingguang, was once an undercover agent in the police department.]

[After the undercover plan was exposed, his social identity was announced as dead, and he now lives as "Midori Kawahara". 】

【Note: The system detected that the other party's cooking skills are very good. 】

"Congratulations, Mr. Midorikawa, you've been accepted."

"Thank you, Mr. Yun."

"Well, I'll give you the contract tomorrow. If possible, can you come to work tonight? Make dinner and show off your cooking skills."

"Of course!"

Looking at the person who was obviously much happier, Yun Xianhe raised his eyebrows in confusion.

So happy? It seems your previous job wasn't that good.

"Then I'd like to trouble Mr. Midorikawa to come back with me."

The two of them walked out of the coffee shop. Midorikawa Mitsuru, who was half a step behind, looked at the boy next to him from time to time, with a complicated mood.

He still remembered how Yun Xianhe jumped off the roof without hesitation.

Has that skinny boy grown up so big?

Although the body still looks a bit thin.

Come to think of it, if Yun Xianhe hadn’t been exposed suddenly, he might have…

"Mr. Midorikawa, could you please stop looking at me?"

“Ah, sorry!”

“It’s okay, I’m just more sensitive to sight.

Although I know you may be curious about my employer, I hope you can restrain yourself. "

The young man spoke expressionlessly and coughed twice after he finished speaking.

Behind him, Midorikawa Mitsuru felt his ears turn red and he scolded himself a little in his heart.

It's really rude to keep staring at the other person and be distracted...

·

"We're here. Don't be shy. Just treat this as your own home."

"?"

Feeling that these words were too familiar for someone they were meeting for the first time, Midorikawa Mitsuru was silent for a moment and followed the other person into the house silently.

The whole house is in a pastoral style with brown and white tones, which looks very warm.

A carpet and a few scattered books can be seen on the corridor connecting the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There are one or two photo frames and various trophies on the bookshelf against the wall.

Midorikawa Mitsuru took a quick glance and then looked away, silently following Yun Xianhe into the kitchen.

"This is the kitchen. You can prepare lunch and dinner on time and put them in the incubator next to it. I may be busy sometimes and come down later. There is also an oven..."

After introducing himself, Yun Xianhe raised his eyes and looked at Lu Chuanguang who was smiling all the time:

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Mr. Yun only eats lunch and dinner?"

"Hmm? No, I just think it's too much trouble for you to get up early and come to cook for me. Just a quick breakfast will be fine."

"It's no trouble. Just add breakfast. Mr. Yun is not in good health and needs to eat well."

"Ah... that's fine. By the way, just call me Xianhe. Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun makes me sound a little old."

The boy scratched his head, looking a little dull for some reason.

Zhu Fu Jingguang tried hard to control his expression and nodded, then looked away to the refrigerator beside him:

"What would Xianhe like to eat tonight?"

"Hmm - fried chicken with frozen dumplings."

His hand paused as he was about to open the refrigerator. For some reason, Zhu Fu Jingguang always had a bad feeling.

Looking at the empty refrigerated area and the freezer area filled with frozen foods, the life assistant's mouth twitched twice.

"Does Xianhe usually eat these?"

"Yeah, we eat out sometimes."

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a headache for the first time when he looked at the young man in front of him with a sparse and ordinary face.

It’s even more troublesome than when I saw Furuya Rei and Matsuda fighting at school.

"If it's okay, can I prepare the menu for tonight's dinner? Does Xianhe have any dietary restrictions?"

'Is he going to show me his cooking skills?'

[......]

Xiao Tiandao, who sees through everything, is hesitant to speak.

He always felt that Yun Xianhe lacked some reflexes in certain aspects.

“Of course, except for raw food and some vegetables with strong flavors, basically everything.

Oh, yes, here, this is the food purchase fee, if it’s not enough, tell me.”

With 100,000 yen and a spare key to the house in his hand, Morobushi Kagemitsu watched the wealthy new boss go upstairs.

He looked like he was going to call me when the meal is ready, and he didn't seem to be worried at all that he was a swindler who would run away with the money.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who always felt that he might have a lot to worry about in the future, pinched his brows and decided to go to a nearby supermarket first.

Yun Xianhe, who was lying on the second floor, yawned when he heard the sound of a door closing downstairs.

"I'm so sleepy, cough cough!"

The young man frowned in annoyance.

The air was filled with the smell of air freshener, which was not pungent but still a little uncomfortable.

"Really? Didn't you say no air freshener?"

Although he said this, he didn't show any intention of getting up.

When Zhu Fu Jingguang came back from outside, he heard intermittent coughing sounds coming from upstairs.

I don’t know if it’s his illusion, but he always feels that the other party’s condition is more serious than before?

"Idle Crane?"

"Ahem, what is it?"

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay. Ahem!"

Since the person involved said so, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was not familiar with the job on his first day, did not dare to interfere too much, so as not to annoy the other party.

I have to make some drinks that are good for the other person's throat.

Yun Xianhe, feeling that his cough was becoming more and more abnormal, opened the system panel.

When I saw the temperature that was about to soar to a high fever after "physical condition", I felt terrible.

"I won't go crazy if I have a fever like this all the time, will I? Will you still keep me here if I can't complete the mission?"

[…Mr. Yun, theoretically speaking, your current body state will be 2 no matter what.]

I understand. I can't die, and I can only live a makeshift life.

The sour man resigned himself to his fate and got up and opened the window.

I took out a cooling patch from the drawer and stuck it directly on my forehead.

He didn't want to fall down without eating dinner. The feeling of waking up hungry was too uncomfortable.

"Xianhe, the meal is ready."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

"Do you have a fever?"

"Hmm? It's okay. I took medicine. Ahem."

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the person who was staggering down the stairs with fear and trepidation on his face, his face full of hesitation to speak.

"Hey - Mr. Midorikawa's cooking is pretty good, it looks delicious. Stop standing there, come on, let's eat!"

"it is good."

Looking at Yun Xianhe who picked up his chopsticks and started eating, Zhu Fu Jingguang whispered:

"I'm gonna start now."

"Yeah, got it, eat quickly."

"?? Although it may be a bit rude, Xianhe is a flower grower?"

"Yes, so there may be many differences between our habits."

After swallowing a mouthful of rice, Yun Xianhe looked up and smiled at Zhu Fu Jingguang:

"Please take care of me in the future."

"Yes, if I have done anything wrong, please bear with me."

The guests and hosts enjoy a meal together.

To be honest, Yun Xianhe was quite satisfied with Zhu Fu Jingguang's craftsmanship.

Although he doesn't know how to cook Chinese food, he believes that the other party will be able to learn it in time.

So the young man, with some expectation, gave the other party the Chinese recipe that he had read dozens of times but still couldn't learn.

"Come on, I believe you."

Standing at the fork in the road on the way home, looking at the recipes with a bunch of sticky notes in his hand, Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed out loud for the first time.

He always felt that this boy was different from the impression he had when he first saw him.