Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

When Binga came back, he saw a person lying on the sofa with an expression of fatigue that could not be concealed on his face. He guessed that it was because he had been busy all day and cooked.

Gin heard the noise and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that Binga had recovered and was no longer lying on the floor, unable to stand up.

I have to admire the intelligence team's ability to cultivate the endurance of its members.

The basis of the action group's membership is to develop explosive power and how to create accidents.

The foundation of intelligence group membership is to develop endurance, physical flexibility and intelligence acquisition capabilities.

Unfortunately, Vermouth didn't learn anything.

"You're back. The meal is ready." Gin said, then stood up, pulled the stool away, pressed Binga's shoulders and sat on the chair, then served the rice in front of him.

"Try it. If you don't like it, I'll make something else next time." Gin thought that Vodka had few tasks recently, so he asked him to go and organize the canteen for further training.

"I'm gonna start now."

Binga took a look at the dishes: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed pork ribs with plums, cold cucumber salad, teriyaki asparagus rolls, and shrimp, vermicelli and winter melon soup.

And cut fruit.

And it’s packaged in separate trays.

Binga doesn't think the dish is Japanese, but the way it is packaged and eaten is very Japanese.

He casually picked up a piece of teriyaki asparagus roll with chopsticks and felt that the taste was familiar, as if he had eaten it somewhere before.

So, I unconsciously slowed down my chewing speed, recalling where I had tasted this flavor before.

He went through all the memories in his brain and finally remembered that this tasted the same as the food cooked with vodka.

Gin noticed Binga's little move and praised Binga for his vigilance in his heart. As for Vodka, he was too careless. He took a deep breath and immediately sent a message to Vodka.

[You learned how to cook on the Internet. - Gin]

Vodka was confused after receiving the message from Gin. Could it be that the sister-in-law discovered that the meal was not cooked by her brother?

Before he could figure it out, he received a message from Binga.

[Where did you learn how to make teriyaki asparagus rolls? —Binga]

Vodka immediately replied to Binga as Gin instructed.

[I learned this from a blogger online, what’s wrong? — Vodka]

But he still couldn't figure out why Binga asked him about cooking. Could it be...

Binga went to his eldest brother and sister-in-law's house to eat.

No!

I haven’t even met my sister-in-law!

Why can Binga get a free meal?

That was the meal he had worked so hard for two hours to prepare.

Damn light bulb!

Binga, who was eating, felt that all the food tasted familiar. However, when he saw Vodka's reply, he did not doubt it too much and said casually, "The food you cook tastes like a colleague of mine."

"Really? I learned everything from the Internet."

Gin ate the meal in front of him without changing his expression. Looking at the plates and bowls on the table, he didn't understand why Vodka had to be served in separate plates.

Can't we eat together?

This way he has to wash an extra set of tableware.

He checked and there was no dishwasher installed.

“Oh, I see. Then maybe you learned from the same person.” Binga didn’t care. It wasn’t delicious but not bad either. Maybe this blogger was really not good at cooking.

"Maybe," Gin quickly changed the subject, "Have you seen the decoration downstairs?"

"Not yet. I'll go check it out after dinner. Do you have any suggestions?" Binga asked.

“I’m thinking of selling world desserts in sections, in limited quantities, and adding some drinks.”

Gin wanted to organize a cafeteria, but not only could he not finish the desserts, he couldn't even finish the morning milk. That milk was all squeezed from the cows at Karasuma Ranch, and it was a bit of a waste for Vermouth to use it for a bath.

Binga nodded, still a little surprised. The two of them had the same idea. In fact, some of the food in the canteen could be packed up and made into lunch boxes.

It just makes this dessert shop look a bit cheap, but you can put a vending machine outside so that the organization has extra ones and move in a machine with a fresh-keeping function.

This can be done!

"Leave the purchasing to me," Binga thought for a moment. He still had to report to the boss, otherwise it would not work if everyone took things from the cafeteria and resold them. "Go and have a rest after you finish your meal! I'll have to work hard on you tomorrow."

After the two finished dinner, at Binga's firm request, he pushed Gin to the bedroom and took charge of cleaning up the dishes. During this process, he discovered a very serious problem.

Now he has B-level clearance and cannot contact the Boss directly!

In his previous life, his authority reached A level only after he made contributions.

Now...

Back to before liberation overnight.

Ha ha!

But he soon thought of someone.

Gin.

He is not A-level, but Gin is!

As long as I threaten him a little, I should be able to do this little favor!

After all, I gave him such important information about Kudo Shinichi and Shirley unconditionally.

Back in the bedroom on the third floor, Binga washed up and lay on the bed. He first sent a message to Vodka to inquire about the situation.

[Vodka, how is your brother feeling now? - Binga]

Vodka, who was lying at home watching TV series, was puzzled when he saw Binga calling him. But when he thought about the warming relationship between his elder brother and sister-in-law, he should be in a good mood.

[Not bad, what’s up? —Vodka]

Then...

Binga has read but not replied.

Instead, he sent an email to Gin.

[Gin, are you free? I have something to discuss with you. See you at the training ground tomorrow if you are free. - Binga]

Gin, who was in the bedroom on the second floor, was confused when he saw the message.

He asked me to meet him.

[I will be in charge of training tomorrow, so please tell me now if you have anything to say. - Gin]

When Binga saw Gin's recovery speed in seconds, he suspected that the person on the opposite side was not Gin, as it was impossible for Gin to recover so quickly.

After carefully considering the wording, I edited the whole story and concealed the person named Kurosawa Jin. The main reason was that they were out of money, and wanted to open a dessert shop, and organize the canteen to sell the leftovers.

At the same time, he was willing to give him 20% of the profits.

Just report to the Boss.

Gin almost laughed out of anger when he received the email. This person treated him as a conspicuous person.

However, Gin quickly thought of a problem. Binga now had B authority and did not have the right to contact the Boss directly.

Thinking of this, I agreed.

Then Gin sent an email to Boss in a very formal manner.

It was already morning when Karasuma Renya saw the email.

At this moment in Karasuma Manor, a group of servants were busy in the kitchen, and plates of exquisite breakfast were placed on the dining table.

And Karasuma Renye was sitting in a wheelchair, checking emails on a tablet and coughing from time to time.

Gin?

Is he so poor now?

Have you fallen to the point of having to make a living by picking up garbage from the organization’s canteen?

Looking further down, it’s not gin, it’s Binga.

This is the last resort because you don't have the money to support your lover when you are in a relationship.

How come he knows every word individually, but not when they are put together?

If I remember correctly, this is Rum's subordinate, so why is it Gin who is looking for him?

Karasuma Renya digested the contents of the email and looked at the twenty-eight kinds of breakfast on his desk.

Every detail is exquisite.

Karasuma Renya fell into deep thought, tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he began to think.

Seeing his master looking at the breakfast on the table without eating a single bite, the butler asked cautiously, "Master, is today's breakfast not to your liking?"

"Let someone check Rum's finances." Karasuma Renya gave the order directly, then picked up the knife and fork and started eating.

Thinking of the code member named Binga who had fallen to the point of picking up garbage from the organization's cafeteria, he sighed in his heart. He even had a better appetite than usual and ate a few more bites.

This made the housekeeper very happy. He didn't know what news the master had received, but the master, who usually didn't eat much, ate a few more mouthfuls of rice.

I hope there will be more news like this in the future.