The Buddhist way of life of Ke Xue Le Zi

The gray-haired boy held the knife with a serious expression. The sharp blade flashed with cold light, reflecting his light eyes and long, thick eyelashes.

The sunlight outside the window shone warmly on the floor, just a thin line between it and the boy's feet in white cotton slippers, like a clear boundary.

The warm colors were undulating and dancing. Xing Hai Ya put down the knife in her hand, looked at her hands that were already stained with blood, turned on the faucet and carefully cleaned between her fingers.

The remaining blood was washed away and flowed into the sewer through the drain at the bottom of the pool. The boy's eyes were calm, but his mind was wandering and he was thinking about other things.

If the police came to check the blood reaction at the drain after spraying the reagent, would they be scared to death by the large area of ​​fluorescent reaction?

Xing Haiya was thinking this when the man behind him took a few steps over and stood behind him, looking at the unfinished game in front of him, his tone calmly mixed with mockery.

"Asking you to be a fish is like asking you to die."

Matsuda Jinpei reached out and flicked the back of the boy's head. When he raised his hands to cover his head, he pushed the people aside and took the position to the right of Morobushi Kagemitsu.

It is convenient for him to laugh at Xing Hai Ya or at the first opportunity.

In addition, to the left of Morobushi Keimitsu is Hagiwara Kenji.

Mei Hoshimi might have been pulled into the kitchen by Kenji Hagiwara, who on a whim wanted to teach a disabled person a survival skill.

At that time, Morofushi Keimitsu was just about to make fish soup. When he heard Hagiwara Kenji's suggestion, he readily agreed. So Xinghai Mei, who was forced to do so, stood in front of the cooking table.

She also put on the apron that she had taken off Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"The fish has been processed, and I have prepared the ingredients. You can just put the sprouts directly into the pot." Zhu Fu Jingguang watched with his hands folded, a gentle but cruel smile of a teacher on his face. He remained unmoved by the boy's pleading gaze.

The instigator, Kenji Hagiwara, had already started recording with his mobile phone.

Xing Hai Ya was stunned for a moment, then he stared at Zhu Fu Jing Guang with wide eyes in disbelief, "You've already processed the fish, and you're still asking me to do it!?"

No wonder he couldn’t scrape off a single scale after scraping for such a long time!

Kenji Hagiwara even laughed at him for not being able to even scrape fish scales!

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked so gentle. "I just want you to feel it, I didn't really ask you to handle a fish."

Xinghai Yahu endured it and did not refute him. He said he did not need this kind of experience. Even if he really wanted to cook fish dishes, he could just buy processed fish.

But at this moment, Xinghaiya may have already put Yu on the blacklist.

"Ha, if we really let him handle this fish, this kitchen will be unusable." Jinpei Matsuda suppressed Kenji Hagiwara who was about to make a move.

Two unreliable adults brought the originally reliable people to cause trouble together. Xinghai Ya stared at the fish on the chopping board with dead fish eyes, not knowing how to start.

He didn't know what species of fish this was, he just knew it was an edible, non-toxic fish.

Zhu Fu Jingguang directed him to heat the pot. The boy stood in front of the gas stove, studied it for a while, and successfully turned on the switch. Flame popped out.

"You need to fry the fish first, pour the oil."

Xing Hai Ya looked at the spice rack in the kitchen but couldn't find the oil bottle. Zhu Fu Jingguang watched the pot become so hot that it was smoking, but he didn't see the transparent bottle behind it.

The two people beside him were having a hard time holding back their laughter. Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't bear it anymore, so he reached out and picked up the oil bottle and poured some oil in.

The fire on the stove was turned up very high, and the oil exploded all of a sudden. Xinghai Ya stood there watching, and subconsciously leaned back.

Soon he pretended nothing had happened and picked up the spatula hanging on the side. He looked pretty good, at least he looked like a chef.

Zhu Fujingguang put the oil bottle back after pouring the oil. After waiting for a while and seeing that the oil was hot, he said, "Put the fish in."

Xing Haiya stretched out two fingers and lifted the fish's tail fin. Most of the tail fin had been cut off, so he could only pinch the base near the tail.

He took two steps forward and threw the fish into the pot, splashing oil onto the tiles on the wall. The golden liquid slid down the porcelain surface, like a disaster scene.

Then he stepped back in time, so the oil didn't splash on him, but all splashed onto the ground.

Kenji Hagiwara had already seen the blue veins popping up on Keimitsu Morobushi's forehead.

Zhu Fu Jingguang has begun to regret his decision.

But things have come to this point, this pot of fish soup must be finished, otherwise it would be a waste of the energy he spent on cleaning up later.

"Isn't this quite simple?" The gray-haired boy turned the spatula in his hand, and the water droplets on the spatula flew onto the two explosives disposal team police officers who were watching. It was hard to tell whether this man did it on purpose.

Matsuda Jinpei was about to say something, but at this moment something unexpected happened.

The fish in the pot flicked its tail and jumped out of the pot.

It even jumped around right under the four people's noses, wagging its tail and jumping into the pool.

There was no water in the pond. The fish, unwilling to become a pot of fish soup, escaped from its burial place and turned over happily in the pond.

At this moment, Xinghai Ya finally had an idea and reached out to catch the escaped fish. After jumping into the pool, the fish quickly calmed down and allowed the boy to throw it into the hot pot again.

Then, in less than three seconds, the fish successfully escaped again, this time jumping into the soup bowl prepared for fish soup.

So Xinghai Yahu picked up the soup bowl and poured the fish into the pot. There was not much hot oil left at the bottom of the pot. Before he could add more oil, the fish took the opportunity to move again.

The other three people in the kitchen finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter this time. Xing Haimei glared at him with little deterrence, and even Zhu Fujingguang was laughing.

Xing Hai Ya locked onto the target and glared at Zhu Fu Jing Guang, "Didn't you say you had dealt with it? You can't bear to kill it, so you have to let the fish suffer this?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head and smiled for two seconds, then raised his head and took full responsibility, "It's my fault, this fish is not good."

"Whoever wants to do it can do it." Xing Hai Mei took off her apron, threw it on the cooking table, snorted coldly and left the kitchen.

The two policemen from the Explosives Squad who were watching the fun and not minding any trouble could be heard laughing behind him without any concealment.

In the end, the fish soup was saved by Zhu Fu Jingguang. The taste was no different from usual and it was still delicious.

The video of Kenji Hagiwara was sent to everyone who came to his house. Ran Mouri and Natalie were relatively restrained, but the rest of the people, including Conan Edogawa who was disguised as an elementary school student, joined Kenji Hagiwara in laughing at him.

No sympathy at all.

He is a senior official in the organization, why should he suffer such torture?

Sitting on the newly bought lazy sofa by Keimitsu Morobushi, Mei Hoshimi held the controller and played games with Jinpei Matsuda, winning a unilateral and overwhelming victory.

He snorted triumphantly, took a piece of fried chicken that Natalie brought out and put it into his mouth, then put down the handle in his hand and silently laughed at the defeated Jinpei Matsuda.

The fried chicken is delicious, and Zhu Fujingguang's cooking skills are always trustworthy.

For the sake of fried chicken, Xinghai Ya may finally decide to let Scotland go for the time being.

"Have you washed your hands? Just eat it."

Jinpei Matsuda gave a slap on the wrist.