I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 487 The Changes in Kogoro Mouri (1st Update)
School in the afternoon.

Shiraishi E and Ran bid farewell to Sonoko and returned to the Mouri Detective Agency under her sympathetic gaze.

Sometimes, Shiraishi E also hates that her memory is so good.

Whenever he recalled the terrible food, the painful experience of dining at Eri Kisaki's house came to mind.

The plate of saury, black as charcoal, still seemed to be waving before my eyes, emitting a strange burnt smell;

There were unidentified objects floating in the bowl of miso soup with its suspicious color;

The most terrifying thing was the dish called "special curry," which caused him to lose his sense of taste for three whole days after eating it.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi E couldn't help but ask, "Ran, how... how can someone make such terrible food?"

Xiaolan knew he was talking about her mother, and she also knew about her mother's cooking skills, but she was too embarrassed to call her out on it because she was her own daughter.

She said somewhat shyly, "Well... because when my mom cooks, she likes to improvise and add other things, so—"

"Keep an eye on things while they're making dinner," Shiraishi E reminded her. "Don't let your mother do whatever she wants again!"

To get Xiaolan to do it, he even threatened her, "Did you see the news last week? A housewife mistakenly used detergent instead of olive oil, causing her whole family to be hospitalized!! They almost all died."

"Huh? Is it that serious...?" Xiaolan was shocked. She really couldn't imagine how anyone could confuse detergent with olive oil.

Putting everything else aside, the smells of the two are completely different!
How could you get these mixed up?
"Really, otherwise I wouldn't have specifically reminded you," Shiraishi E said helplessly.

"Relax, relax, I know," Xiaolan said, giving an OK sign to indicate that she would do so.

As she passed a drugstore, she hesitated whether to go in and buy some medicine, just in case.

She felt relieved after hearing Shiraishi E say that she had already bought it.

After returning to the Mouri Detective Agency, Ran cheerfully said to Kogoro Mouri, "Dad, are you ready? We're off to Mom's!"

"Why go to Eri's place?" Kogoro Mouri frowned, somewhat reluctant to go to that place filled with painful memories.

"Have you forgotten? We just agreed on this a few days ago!" Xiaolan said angrily, "We're going to Mom's for dinner!"

"Ah!" Kogoro Mouri sat up abruptly, his expression horrified. "I remember now!"

He quickly added, "I didn't agree then!!"

"But you didn't refuse!" Xiaolan retorted, "So I'll take that as a yes. I've already talked to Mom!! You're not going to break your promise, are you?"

"Mom has been looking forward to this day for a long time. If you break your promise, Mom will hold a grudge against you!"

Kogoro Mori sprawled on the sofa, his face covered with a horse racing newspaper, his voice muffled: "No way! After eating your mom's 'love-filled bento' last time, I spent two whole hours in the bathroom contemplating the meaning of life! When I went to the hospital, the doctors all said I must have offended someone!!"

"That was just an accident!" Xiaolan flung the newspaper aside. "Mom has really been seriously learning to cook lately! Look at the photos she sent me—"

Xiaolan showed her phone; the photo showed a plate of strangely colored, unidentified lumps, accompanied by the caption: "[New recipe for red wine braised beef, hope you like it (ω)]"

Shiraishi took a closer look and immediately gasped – those “beef” pieces looked more like burnt erasers.

"This...this is a roasted mummy!" Kogoro Mori's eyes widened in horror. "What on earth did Eri learn? She really wants me dead!"

"Dad!" Xiaolan stomped her foot angrily, "Can't you even try to win Mom back?"

"You can work hard at everything else!" Kogoro Mouri suddenly said seriously, "but when it comes to eating, life only happens once."

Seeing that the father and daughter were at an impasse, Shiraishi E gave Kogoro Mouri a wink and secretly made a gesture as if counting money.

At that moment, Kogoro Mouri's IQ instantly soared to 250.

He quickly understood what Shiraishi E meant, and his eyes lit up: "That's right! I've made quite a bit of money taking on commissions lately!"

"How about we go to that newly opened French restaurant in Ginza? I heard their head chef was poached from a Michelin three-star restaurant!"

Shiraishi E immediately understood and chimed in, "That's right! Attorney Kisaki works so hard, it must be exhausting to prepare dinner. Eating out will allow her to relax and enjoy the culinary skills of a professional chef—it's a win-win situation!"

Ran hesitated, and Shiraishi E seized the opportunity to add, "Besides, the environment is elegant, very suitable for... cultivating feelings?"

After he finished speaking, he himself felt that the reason was a bit far-fetched.

Surprisingly, Xiaolan nodded: "That makes sense. I'll call Mom now." After the call connected, Xiaolan cautiously suggested changing the plans.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Eri Kisaki's voice, tinged with laughter: "Heh, I knew it. I knew that useless man wouldn't dare to come."

Ran glanced awkwardly at her father, Kogoro Mouri, who pretended to be engrossed in studying the horse racing newspaper, but his ears were clearly perked up.

“However,” Eri’s voice suddenly softened, “I really like the soufflé at that restaurant. Tell him he owes me a meal this time.”

After hanging up the phone, Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and then made an OK sign.

The other two breathed a sigh of relief.

Kogoro Mouri jumped up with joy: "Great! I'll go make a reservation right now!"

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Inside the upscale French restaurant, draped in silver, crystal chandeliers cast warm yellow light onto the pristine white napkins.

The four of them enjoyed a French meal here.

Steak with red wine may not taste that great, but it definitely elevates the atmosphere and makes you look good.

The group ate their dinner chatting and laughing, secretly celebrating their escape from disaster.

Just then, a waiter wearing white gloves pushed a cart with a delicate silver dish on it.

"Dear guests, this is our special Siberian sturgeon caviar, which we recommend pairing with..." Before the waiter could finish speaking, another waiter suddenly walked up from behind, holding a gleaming silver electronic scale.

Kogoro Mouri's eyebrows immediately furrowed: "Hey, what are you doing?" His voice sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet restaurant, drawing the attention of several guests at the next table.

The waiter respectfully explained, "Sir, our premium caviar is priced by the gram, please allow me to order."

"What?!" Kogoro Mori said unhappily, "Weighing ourselves in front of so many people? If those foreign guests next door see this, they'll think we can't afford it!"

Several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign guests were indeed sitting at the next table, and they all looked over curiously.

Xiaolan awkwardly tugged at her father's sleeve: "Dad, keep your voice down."

The restaurant manager, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, rushed over upon hearing the commotion: "Sir, please understand, this is our restaurant's policy. You see, the other tables are doing the same."

Kogoro Mouri looked around and, sure enough, saw a waiter weighing another table not far away.

But instead of calming down, he became even angrier: "Rules? Who can eat this little spoonful?"

He pointed to the less than 20 grams of caviar: "Another jar, please! No, one jar per person!"

"Dad, Dad!" Xiaolan looked at her stingy father in disbelief. When did he become so generous?

The waiter's hand visibly trembled, and the silver spoon almost fell to the ground.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in the manager's eyes, and he immediately put on an even more ingratiating smile: "Prepare it for you right away, sir."

"And this, take it, take it." Kogoro Mouri pointed at the electronic scale and waved his hand dismissively: "It's annoying to look at!"

"Yes, yes," the waiter hurriedly packed up the electronic scale, almost bumping into the decorative pillar behind him as he left.

"This is insane! How can this little bit be enough for the four of us?" Kogoro Mouri muttered as he took the caviar, first giving a few spoonfuls to Emi Shiraishi, then Ran, and finally Eri Kisaki.

Xiao Lan stared wide-eyed at her father, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

In her memory, her father was always the kind of person who would turn his piggy bank upside down and count the coins to make money for drinks. When did he become so generous?

Eri Kisaki rarely showed a surprised expression, her eyes behind her glasses widening slightly.

She gracefully picked up her champagne glass, but forgot to drink it, instead gazing thoughtfully at Kogoro Mouri.

Shiraishi E chuckled and took a sip of red wine: "Ran, that's the allure of money. It can so easily change a person!"

Although Xiaolan didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the case.

My own father is more confident than before!
Thinking about this, she actually felt happy, believing that this kind of father would have a better chance of getting back together with her mother!
(End of this chapter)