Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Yuko is back?!"

Sitting in front of the dressing table in the room, Nan Feiniao, who was originally drowsily watching the housekeeper combing her hair, squeezed her eyes open with her hands and stared at the housekeeper standing behind her in the mirror.

"It hurts!"

After being slapped on the hand by the housekeeper, the lady quickly put her hand down and rubbed the red area.

"Xiao Gao, you are too much. I am obviously the lady's."

Miss Takahashi, the housekeeper, ignored the former lady's puffed-up mouth and tied her hair a little harder: "Didn't I tell you, madam, this is not good for your eyes."

"Hey, but every time Xiaozheng glares at you, you tell him everything you feel guilty about, you traitor Xiaogao!"

"What...what? He belongs to the master. How can a servant reporting to the master be called a traitor?"

She refused to admit that it was the madman's eyes that were too scary. Every time her head didn't react, her mouth surrendered first. In order to "retaliate" for what the lady said and her distrust of her, Gao Qiao specially tied a bun bigger than her head.

"Bad intentions..."

Mrs. Asuka stood in front of the mirror, looking at the huge, neat bun on her head that was tied by Takahashi, and deliberately pulled out some hair from both sides because her husband liked her hazy look.

"You brought Yuko back from Tokyo to live with me for a while while Xiaozheng was away just to cheer me up, didn't you? You can't do that. Yuko must have had a hard time in Tokyo, and you're going to let her go back and forth again."

Mrs. Asuka walked out of the bedroom and Takahashi followed her. When he heard what Mrs. Asuka said, he hurriedly explained what happened last night and told Mrs. Yuko that she was having breakfast in the dining room.

"A wound on the head?"

After listening to Takahashi's story, the lady's attention was all focused on the injury. She lowered her hand and opened the door of the dining room, and saw Yuuji holding a bowl that covered half of her face, and the food she was eating.

"Tsk."

[Did the squinting-eyed auntie just now let out a "tsk" sound? ]

Yuji broke out in a cold sweat instantly. He picked up the grilled fish with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, creating the illusion that he was busy.

[If your mouth moves, you can’t expect your brain to move as well. 】

"What a Japanese breakfast, what a depressing breakfast." The lady held her chin with helplessness. It was obvious that her taste was far different from that of Old Man Nan who loved Japanese food.

[That's not right. Didn't Aunt Yoshimoto learn how to make stew from this old lady? ]

Yuji raised his eyes and looked at the woman sitting in front of him. She had her eyes narrowed and seemed to be sizing him up. Her brows were furrowed and relaxed. It was unknown what she was thinking, but she looked like someone who could compete with that scheming old man decades later.

She's a beauty too...

[I've already prepared a meal. Would it be too self-willed to tell Xiao Gao that I want to eat bread with milk at this time? But today we also have the grilled fish that I hate the most...but but...]

"Xiao Gao." "Hi, ma'am."

Mrs. Asuka pointed at the half-eaten breakfast in front of Yuuji and said, "Send her breakfast back to the kitchen!"

"Um?!"

[Has it been found to be a fake? ! ]

Yuu-er leaned on the tatami and changed his original sitting posture to a half-kneeling posture, so that he could escape at any time.

"Send two more Mrs. Asuka breakfast sets...it hurts!"

Covering her forehead that was gently patted by Takahashi, the lady expressed her dissatisfaction very seriously. She stretched out two fingers, indicating that she wanted to eat two slices of cream bread covered with chocolate sauce this morning.

"Ma'am, please don't show such immaturity in front of the younger generation."

"Hey, but she is Yuko. If the child hadn't been unwilling, I would have let Xiaozheng adopt her long ago."

Yuji held the chopsticks, but his eyes were still on the Japanese plate in Takahashi's hand. He was not full and had no interest in the chocolate sauce cream bread in his wife's mouth, so he hoped that the housekeeper could return the breakfast to him.

Of course this was impossible. Although the housekeeper treated the wife like a younger sister, the priorities were still clear. After Takahashi left the dining room, only the nominal niece and aunt were left in the room.

"Yuko-chan seems to have grown a little taller recently, and her face has become paler."

"Because I'm not familiar with Tokyo and seldom go out." Yuji sat down again, but his body was still a little stiff.

"It sounds weird to have a mixture of Kansai and Kanto accents, but it shows that you are seriously studying Tokyo dialect, which is great."

Mrs. Asuka stretched out her hand a little, and touched Yuji's head. Seeing the child's expression change from stunned to complicated, and finally accepting her touch with a blushing face, the lady clapped her hands again.

"I mentioned it when I delivered the letter before. I cared a lot about the boy who runs a bakery in the new school. Has their relationship improved recently?" She looked at Yuuji curiously: "It's the one named Beidou-kun."

Recalling Aunt Yuko's married name, Yuji hummed and nodded heavily.

"That's it, that's good."

[I finally managed to fool her. Just relying on the phone calls of aunts and grandmothers, I was able to gain her trust. This guy's rating with Aunt Yuko is surprisingly high...]

"By the way, is it comfortable for boys to wear girls' clothes?"

Didn't fool around!

With a thud, Yuuji immediately fell to the ground: "I'm so... sorry!"

[Uncle Beidou, you are so useless! ] (End of this chapter)