Ke Xue: My standards for dating are not problematic!

Chapter 66 Amuro Tooru, Come to My Bowl (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
This woman must have discovered something!
Vermouth turned away, her eyes filled with gloom.

Shirley thought she had fooled her, but what acting skills could a young girl like her have?

Besides, who is she?
A major Hollywood movie star.

She's seen more food than Shirley has ever tasted salt; she can see right through her.

If Sherry's answer hadn't been satisfactory and she hadn't been shouting and yelling, she would have already killed Sherry.

Although killing her would incur some punishment, for Vermouth, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks, making it worth a try.

After all, a dead genius is no longer a genius.

"Although I don't know why Sherry lied, it's a good thing, and she doesn't know about my relationship with Shinichi Kudo."

"But whether you live or die, Sherry, depends on your performance next."

If Sherry returns to the base and keeps quiet, then she can let Sherry off the hook for now, and then slowly deal with her later.

If Shirley tells the truth, she will be doomed.

Sherry, don't let me down!

"Shirley, how long are you going to dawdle?"

At that moment, Vermouth turned around and shouted something, then her pupils contracted.

She saw something familiar in Shirley's hand.

Gastly keychain!
And it was hand-sewn.

good good!
Sherry, you're deliberately trying to upset me.

I finally let you off the hook this time, and you use a Gastly keychain to provoke me.

Just you wait, you'll see later.

And Gastly, just you wait, I'll wipe you all out.

"Oh, I know."

Sherry quickly put the key in her pocket and left the Kudo house with Vermouth.

After they left, the organization began to cover up their tracks, ensuring that no clues were left behind.

They're professionals at cleaning floors.

Teitan Elementary School, coffee shop.

In a certain corner.

Kitahara Natsumi was sitting face to face with a dark-skinned, short-haired, handsome man.

This person is none other than Amuro Tooru, the "King of Hired Managers," who earns a substantial monthly salary.

Because in addition to doing odd jobs outside, he also has two stable jobs.

One worked at a water plant, and the other at the police department; both received stable salaries.

Roughly speaking, Amuro Tooru can earn at least six or seven salaries a month.

This kid is so terrifying.

You're the one who's rolling it up!

"What are your requirements, Mr. Amuro?" Kitahara Natsuhiro asked softly.

Amuro Tooru's price in his mind is probably between 300,000 and 600,000 yen.

After all, if Amuro Tooru is to be treated like a slave, his salary can't be low.

Moreover, Hiroshi Nohara's monthly salary as section chief is 300,000 yen, so this price is definitely not low.

Upon hearing this, Amuro Tooru did not answer the question, but instead asked another one: "Mr. Kitahara, have you worked in the restaurant industry before?"

According to his observation, Kitahara Natsuhiro had never worked in the catering industry.

They probably listened to some people and thought this industry was lucrative, so they decided to enter it. Maybe they weren't prepared at all and just rented a storefront.

He didn't think highly of Kitahara Natsuyu's restaurant, which is why he asked that question.

He even felt that Kitahara Natsuyu was a sucker who had lost millions before the business even started.

"No," Kitahara Natsuhiro replied truthfully.

One should be honest; he loves to tell the truth.

As expected.
"So do you have experience managing stores and supplying vendors?"

"nor."

At this moment, Amuro Tooru had no intention of continuing the conversation.

He doesn't know anything, so what's the point of him going there? He'd feel bad taking money for nothing.

"If that's the case, then..."

"and many more."

Kitahara Natsuhiro realized that Amuro Tooru wasn't going to continue the conversation, so he decided to drop the pretense and reveal his trump card.

“Although I don’t know how to manage things and don’t know any delivery companies, I have this.” Kitahara Natsumi took out a notebook and placed it in front of Amuro Tooru. “Take a look at this first, then make a decision, okay?”

This notebook contains recipes he wrote down. He would jot them down whenever he had free time, and that's how he ended up writing so many.

And today he added a sentence to the first page, which should be a critical hit for Amuro Tooru.

"This is."

Amuro Tooru looked at Kitahara Natsuhiro.

"You'll see when you open it. If you still decide to leave after reading it, I won't stop you."

"it is good."

Amuro Tooru nodded and turned to the first page of the notebook.

Upon seeing the first line of text, his pupils constricted and his whole body trembled.

Food brings happiness to people!

【Kitahara Xia Yu. 】

Sorry, Little Master and Master Abe, I plagiarized your words.

After all, Dad said we should fight magic with magic.

Seeing this sentence reminded him of something he had said: "My lover is this country!"

In addition, he also thought of his good friends from his time at the police academy.

Date Akira, Morofushi Kagemitsu, Matsuda Jinpei, and Ogihara Kenji.

They were also known as the police academy five.

But now everything has changed, and he is the only one left of the five members of the police academy group.

Date Wataru was in a car accident, and Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had infiltrated the Black Organization with him, committed suicide.

Matsuda Jinpei and Ogiwara Kenji were killed by a bomb.

Recalling all this, Amuro Tooru's tears inexplicably welled up.

"Hey, hey, hey," Kitahara Natsuyu thought to himself, looking at the tears welling up in Amuro Tooru's eyes, "Does that sentence really have that much power?"

"They actually cried. Amuro Tooru's level of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is a bit too high."

"But it's really cringeworthy to say that my lover is from this country."

At that moment, Amuro Tooru also noticed his own strange behavior, apologized, and wiped away his tears.

"It's nothing, it's probably just sand that got into your eyes," Kitahara Natsuhiro smiled.

Amuro Tooru: You're pretty good, aren't you? You even came up with an excuse for me.

"makes sense."

Amuro Tooru didn't expose him, but went along with it.

They were indoors, so there was hardly any sand.

But they've already come up with an excuse for you, so you can't just refuse them, can you?
That's fine, he didn't want to explain why he suddenly burst into tears. He couldn't very well tell Kitahara Natsuhiro that he was thinking about his time at the police academy.

The fact that he graduated from the police academy is a secret that cannot be told.

Amuro Tooru then continued flipping through the notebook in his hand, and when he saw the recipes at the back, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "These are Chinese dishes?"

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Natsuyu said, "Yes, I taught myself this, and then I wrote down the recipes. There are many more to come."

These were all dishes he had learned on Bilibili before, and he recorded them all after transmigrating.

It is also the menu of his restaurant.

"This is too valuable, I can't look at it."

Amuro Tooru knew the importance of recipes to a restaurant, and that it was also a form of heritage.

If he sees this, wouldn't he become Kitahara Natsuyu's apprentice and be tied down by him?
"This is a gift for the future head chef and manager. Whether you look at it or not is up to you," Kitahara Natsumi said softly.

This is a conspiracy.

If you take a look, all the affairs of the restaurant will be in your hands; if you don't, I'll close down.

Anyway, he signed a one-year contract.

However, a year in the Conan world is very long, so these few months don't matter.

Upon hearing this, Amuro Tooru pondered for a moment before finally choosing to open the recipe.

He'd been wanting to try Chinese food for a long time!

After Amuro Tooru closed the laptop, Kitahara Natsuhiro reached out his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Manager Amuro."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Kitahara."

(End of this chapter)