Shizuka Hiratsuka doesn't understand love!

"Ahem, well, isn't this called a habit?"

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I Found a Devil and Decided to Raise Her

You should understand it from the name, right?

Chapter 62: The taste is okay

After a light cough, the fat man adjusted his expression and looked at the old man at the counter with a silly smile.

"Oh~ It seems that you really like that girl." The old man narrowed his eyes and wiped the plate in his hand slowly, saying in a teasing tone.

"I really like her. There aren't many girls as open and generous as you. I didn't expect that we'd meet one today." The fat man nodded generously, looked at the half-remaining glass of wine in his hand, and gulped it down.

"Really? That girl is really nice and not annoying. Otherwise, you wouldn't be dragged by her to drink like this." He nodded in understanding. The boss was very clear about the personalities of these old friends who appeared in his store.

"Brother Jing is very interesting. I haven't seen such a handsome woman in a long time." The beautiful boy said with a smile, shaking his calves again and again. Because of his height, he couldn't reach the ground even when sitting on a chair.

"Everyone has left, and you still call him Brother Jing?" The fat man said teasingly, glancing at the beautiful boy with disdain.

"After all these years, this is the first time I've seen you like this. What's wrong? Have you really gotten used to your little baby-like way of talking?~"

"What does it matter? I don't care about your identity. As long as it's fun~" Faced with the fat man's teasing, the beautiful boy didn't care at all and shook his finger with a smile.

"That woman is very unusual." Just when the fat man was about to make a joke, the man with the eye mask who had been sitting in the corner spoke in a deep voice.

"You are talking nonsense. Anyone sitting here knows that she is extraordinary." The fat man said carelessly, looking at the man with the eye mask unhappily.

"If nothing else, just look at the guys around me with bruises on their faces. If they can beat us, are they still normal people?"

"Indeed, I am a little curious that I could beat you guys. There is obviously nothing strange about your body, just some shallow aura circulation. But looking at your appearance, it seems that you are not deliberately injured to hide your strength." He tapped his chin. Although he had a face that could be called an alternative "disaster to the country and the people", the tone of the beautiful boy's voice was indeed very mature.

"Let me explain this. I think, apart from the few of us who took action, you should all be curious." The fat man nodded heavily. After hearing the beautiful boy ask this question, he put away his smiling expression at the beginning, took a deep breath and spoke seriously.

"Speaking of fighting, you all saw it with your own eyes. I admire that girl's fighting style. She is not shy at all and is very open and frank. As for her fighting level." The fat man blinked and recalled the scene of the fight just now, and nodded.

"At this age, he can be considered a genius."

"But if that's the case, we won't lose. Let me make it clear that I have already used all the strength I can, and I think the same goes for others." Seeing several bruised and swollen people around him nodding, the fat man smiled with satisfaction.

You guys made fun of me before, but now let’s not say anything to each other, we all have green faces.

"But when fighting with that girl, there was something wrong with her hands. I clearly didn't feel any secret techniques being used, she was simply applying the aura in her body, but her hands were like branding irons, and the kind that could burn my spirit." His palms opened and closed uncontrollably, and the fat man shook his head when he recalled the burning sensation that he couldn't bear by endurance.

"Yes, I feel the same way. The heat is very strange, which makes me dare not prolong the fight with her. I always have a feeling that if the fight lasts too long, or if I am really hit by an attack from those hands..." Another person who had fought with Shizuka Hiratsuka also nodded heavily. Although he didn't finish his words, everyone understood what he wanted to express.

"Is that so?" Putting the plate in his hand on the shelf beside him, the old man at the counter raised his head slightly.

"So what do you think about that black cat?"

"Black cat?" The fat man blinked curiously and asked in confusion, "Isn't that just an ordinary black cat?"

"So, I never say that you are stupid, Fatty~ because you don't have that kind of luxury at all~" Shaking his finger with a smile, the handsome boy turned his head and said to the old man.

"Does Mr. Kong also feel strange about that black cat?"

"Well, if I can still make some guesses about the little girl, I have been observing the black cat since it came in, but I can't see through it." After wiping his hands with the towel placed aside, the old man raised his head and opened his eyes slightly.

Although he looked like an old man with a haggard appearance, his slightly opened eyes were as distant and bright as the starry sky, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Even Master Kong can't see through it? That's really interesting~" A look of surprise flashed across the beautiful boy's face, and then turned into strong curiosity and anticipation.

"Could it be someone from those families?" The man with the eye mask said in a deep voice, gently placing the pipe in his hand on the table.

"No, I do have some ideas. Don't worry too much." Shaking his head slightly, looking at the tightly closed paper door, Kong Lao's mouth corners slightly raised.

"interesting."

. . .

"Ahhh~ I slept well!"

With messy hair, Shizuka Hiratsuka stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and stretched lazily.

"Shuaishuai, aren't you hungry at all? Why don't you eat any of the cat food in the feeder?" After a simple wash, Shizuka Hiratsuka replied to the email that Yang No sent to her before she went to bed in the morning. She squatted on the floor and looked at Shuaishuai strangely.

"Meow~"

"Didn't I teach you how to use it? Just press this button."

"Meow~" The little paw raised and pressed the button of the feeder accurately. Grains of exquisite cat food fell out from it. Shuai Shuai just glanced at it and then looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka again.

"Uh, not to your taste?" Scratching her head in confusion, Shizuka Hiratsuka, who was also raising a cat for the first time, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her fingers and picked up a piece of cat food.

He first put it in front of his nose and smelled it, then put it into his mouth and started chewing it.

"Does it taste okay?" After feeling the good taste in her mouth, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at Shuai Shuai who was indifferent to the cat food, and stood up helplessly.

"If you don't want to eat this, forget it. Wait until you're hungry."

"Let's go, we're going to visit someone's house today, remember to be good."

"Meow~"

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Chapter 63 What Does It Matter to Me

"Dad! Can you please hurry up!"

Wearing an apron, Xiaolan walked out of the kitchen worriedly, looking at the messy living room angrily, and looked at Mouri Kogoro who was cleaning up with a garbage bag in his hand with a reproachful look.

"Aunt Jing said she would come to visit us today. I told you yesterday!" The resentment in her heart could not be described in words. Xiaolan was a little frustrated. If she had known that Kogoro Mouri was unreliable, she should not have stayed at Sonoko's house yesterday.

It was naive of her to believe Kogoro Mouri's words that he could clean the house.

"Ah, did you say it?" Looking at his daughter embarrassedly, Kogoro Mouri, who had not yet fully recovered from his hangover, blinked blankly. When he received Xiaolan's call yesterday, he was drinking with his card-playing friends. He seemed to have agreed vaguely, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

"I'm telling you, it's my fault for not remembering it!" The hesitant expression suddenly became serious. Mouri Kogoro glanced at the rice shovel that was squeaking in Xiaolan's hand and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, Xiaolan, leave the cleaning to me, your dad. You just focus on cooking." Under Xiaolan's gaze, Kogoro Mouri quickened the pace of cleaning the house.

"Really, you have to clean it up a bit, don't let Aunt Jing come over and see the bad things." Although Xiaolan had the idea of ​​cleaning it up herself, but when she thought of the food still in the pot in the kitchen, she had no choice but to pin her hopes on Kogoro Mouri.

"Don't worry, Xiaolan. Don't I know Xiaojing's personality? She doesn't care about these things." Shaking his head with amusement, Maori Kogoro said confidently.

"If she lived at home by herself, she wouldn't be much better than me. She's not the type of a delicate woman."

"That's so rude, Dad. You can't say that about Aunt Shizuka!" Xiaolan glared at Mouri Kogoro with dissatisfaction. Although she agreed with Mouri Kogoro's evaluation of Hiratsuka Shizuka in her heart, Hiratsuka Shizuka was still the person Xiaolan admired most. She couldn't bear to see her father say bad things about her.

"I'm going to cook. Dad, you should tidy yourself up. Although Aunt Jing is very familiar with us, you can't be too sloppy."

"Yes, yes, I know. Xiaolan, please go and cook quickly." He waved his hand weakly and looked at Xiaolan who walked back into the kitchen. Mouri Kogoro shook his head helplessly. Looking at the beer cans all over the coffee table, he also quickened the pace of cleaning up.

"Really, she's so young but she acts like a housekeeper. What will she be like when she grows up?" Maori Kogoro muttered vaguely with some emotion.

Since when did I, as a father, become less and less powerful in front of my daughter?

"Pfft~ That's because you, Goro, are too sloppy. You are an adult, but Xiaolan still has to worry about your life." An undisguised sneer came from the door, making Maori Kogoro subconsciously turn around.

"It's not me who made her worry." Shaking his head slightly, Kogoro Mouri stood up straight, looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka who was leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a smile, and waved his hand casually.

"You came pretty quickly, Xiaojing."

"I woke up, washed up, and then drove here." Shizuka Hiratsuka shrugged casually, bent down to pick up the gift she brought, and walked carelessly into the room that served as both a living room and an office.

"Here, this is a gift I brought you. Don't drink it all in one breath." After handing the two bottles of good wine in the bag to Kogoro Mouri, Shizuka Hiratsuka picked up a suit jacket on the sofa and threw it accurately on the hanger beside her.

"Oh, Xiaojing still understands me. It's good. I haven't tasted such good wine for a long time." His eyes lit up instantly, and he took the wine from Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand. Maori Kogoro took out a bottle and held it in his hand as if it were a treasure.

"Take your time with the wine, Brother Goro. If you don't put these things away, Xiaolan will get angry and I won't stop you." Sitting on the sofa with a smile, Shizuka Hiratsuka took out a box of cigarettes from her pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth.

"Would I be afraid of her? It's just that I, as a father, am giving in to my daughter." Looking at Shizuka Hiratsuka with dissatisfaction, Kogoro Mouri took the ashtray on the desk and handed it to Shizuka Hiratsuka.

"Yes, yes, and next month's pocket money will be cut by Xiaolan again, so don't blame me for not reminding you~"

"Tsk, you don't have anything to do now, come over and help." Kogoro Mouri's face was gloomy for a while, but he finally decided to be a man and start to finish the work with swift hands and feet.

"Hey, I'm a guest, Goro-kun, this isn't appropriate."

"I've never treated you as a guest here. Come here quickly. I need to wash my face soon."

"Tsk, I really shouldn't have had any hope in you. When I go to have dinner with Sister Yingli later, I'll definitely complain to her."

"Heh, what does what you said to that woman have to do with me?"

"Oh, I see. I see."

"Okay, go sit down. If you keep waving a cigarette around with your hand, what if it sets my sofa on fire?"

"Hehe~" Looking at the stubborn Kogoro Mori with amusement, Shizuka Hiratsuka shook her head helplessly.

They obviously care about each other, so why do they have to pretend to be so hostile to each other?

"As expected, getting married is such a hassle." Shizuka Hiratsuka complained helplessly, scratching her hair.

. . .

"Well, not bad. Xiaolan's cooking skills are really getting better and better. I wonder which boy will get the good deal from her in the future." Touching her belly contentedly, Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at Xiaolan, who blushed a little when she heard what she said, and smiled evilly.

"No way, Aunt Jing, you are talking nonsense. I am only in the first year of high school." Xiaolan's face flushed red. She had no way of accepting such a joke calmly from the elder whom she respected.

"That's right, Xiaojing, Xiaolan is only in the first year of high school, it's too early for her to fall in love!" With his eyes wide open, Maori Kogoro on the side also spoke in a fierce tone.

"That's not necessarily true. Xiaolan is so outstanding, maybe she has been targeted by many boys for a long time~"

"He dares! If I find out, I will definitely give him a good beating!"

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, I didn't say who it was, right Xiaolan~"

"Auntie Jing!" In the teasing eyes of Hiratsuka Shizuka, the thin-skinned Xiaolan couldn't tell what she felt. In shame and anger, she had to hug Hiratsuka Shizuka's arm and shook it coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled and shook her head. Looking at Xiaolan acting like a little girl, she knew that she couldn't tease her too much.

"By the way, where's that kid Shinichi? Didn't he say he'd come over for dinner today?"

"Shinichi, he was supposed to come this morning, but a case suddenly came up, and he left after receiving a call."

"Tsk, he's really just like his father, a mystery geek." Shaking her head helplessly, Shizuka Hiratsuka finished the drink in the cup and blinked.

"It's alright, Xiaolan. I'll take you to watch Shinichi solve the case."

"Eh?"

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Chapter 64 Sixty-four Withered, Tibia

After Kogoro Mouri reluctantly said that he would not go out, Shizuka Hiratsuka, who had not drunk, took Xiaolan downstairs and got into her sports car parked downstairs.

"Aunt Jing, I forgot to ask when we were playing together yesterday." Xiaolan fastened her seat belt obediently and looked at Shizuka Hiratsuka beside her with expectant eyes.

"What did you mean yesterday when you said you might live in Tokyo permanently?"

"Ah, this." In the relatively cramped environment of the sports car, Shizuka Hiratsuka took Xiaolan's feelings into consideration and did not smoke. She just took out a lollipop from the drawer of the sports car, opened it and put it in her mouth, and then handed one to Xiaolan.