Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

After not seeing you for a while, Shimabukuro Kimie's face has become a lot rounder and her body is not noticeable.

It was a cold day, so she wrapped herself up tightly and looked at her figure in a very cool way, which could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

After parking the car, the two came to the entrance of the cafe. After entering, Lu Ren handed Shimabukuro Kimie to Shiina Hana.

She was asked to communicate with Shimabukuro, while Lu Ren sat in his special seat, took out his notebook and began to practice writing.

On the side task of writing, progress has basically stalled.

Short-term writing practice is basically unable to continue to provide skill proficiency.

I still practice now, just to keep from deteriorating.

And, look forward to the small miracle of a drop of water penetrating a stone.

Of course, this branch is not that important now.

By catching Kidd, Lu Ren has basically achieved financial freedom.

The fame of God's Pen is gradually no longer useful.

Now, only intelligence collection still has some effect.

Also, coming to Mihua Cafe to write has become a habit and a part of life.

When there is nothing else, Lu Ren will come.

In the distance, Shimabukuro Kimie has already put on employee uniform under the guidance of Shiina Hana.

In fact, it's nothing special. This is not an old store or a chain store, and it doesn't have customized employee uniforms.

The so-called employee uniform is just a black and white apron with lace.

Shiina Hana is 1.5 meters tall and Shimabukuro Kime is 1.7 meters tall. There is a whole head difference between the two.

The clothes that fit Shiina Hana perfectly were too small for Shimabukuro.

Fortunately, there are other models of aprons in the store.

After changing her clothes, Shiina Hana put on a senior posture, tried to stand on tiptoes and raised her head, and told Shimabukuro what she should pay attention to.

The latter nodded from time to time.

After talking for about five minutes, Shiina Hana was at a loss for words. She felt that she had almost explained everything she needed to explain. She pointed at Lu Ren in the distance and whispered a few words in Shimabukuro's ear.

There was a hesitant expression on Shimabukuro's face. She looked at Shiina Hana and confirmed it several times.

After making sure it was correct, she pinched the lace on both sides of the apron, slowly moved to Lu Ren, and said softly, "Master, master, what are your orders?"

Due to nervousness or shame, her voice was not only soft but also stammered.

"Cough cough cough."

Lu Ren used a black carbon pen to write the article. Shimabukuro's sentence directly made him scratch several pages, and he couldn't help but cough.

The ideas are broken and the manuscript is useless.

Lu Ren tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

He knew what Shimabukuro was saying and doing.

Shimabukuro is playing the maid in a maid cafe, and he is the owner, the customer, who comes here to consume.

Maid cafes, a unique culture of the island country, later also entered the country.

But

So embarrassing, so shameful.

If the person who said this had a natural look on his face, then Lu Ren would be able to accept it calmly. He had been to this kind of shop in his previous life.

Some partners don't like drinking, but like this atmosphere.

But Shimabukuro was obviously in a very uncomfortable state, and he was embarrassed to say this to Lu Ren.

Really, Lu Ren couldn't accept this. He was embarrassed for himself and for the person opposite him.

After a while, Lu Ren regained his composure and looked at Shimabukuro, who was still at a loss with his cheeks dazed in front of him, "Why did you say this to me?"

"Shiina-senpai taught me this. She said that this is what you like."

"." Lu Ren smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Don't listen to her nonsense. She is bluffing you."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's not your fault." Lu Ren continued to smile, pointed to the distance, and said warmly, "Call Shiina Hana over here, I'll see her if I have something to do."

"Ah."

After a while, shrill cries echoed through the coffee shop.

"Brother Ren, I was wrong!"

ps: Maid cafes appeared in 1998 and spread from Akihabara to various places. The current timeline is 2000. There must already be a maid café, no problem.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 271 Locking the target

The same day, nine o'clock in the morning.

Lan picked up Haiyuan and Conan. Yuanzi didn't come, so she chose to wait for the two of them directly at the door of the ceramics classroom.

At half past nine, the three of them arrived downstairs in the ceramics classroom. After waiting there for about a quarter of an hour, Yuanzi arrived and took them upstairs into the classroom.

There were surprisingly many people in the pottery classroom, and before the time was up, the classroom was almost full of people.

Yuanzi ran to talk to the teacher and said that she had a few friends who wanted to come and experience pottery today.

Yuanzi is considered an old man here, except for those who have been studying hard for a long time.

Most people come here just for fun, come once or twice and then never come back again.

Most of the people in this classroom are like that, amateurs. There are new faces every week, and there are always the same few familiar faces.

Yuanzi is different. She has been here three times. Counting today's visit, that's four times.

Once a week for a whole month.

Belongs to the most persistent among amateurs.

It's not that she likes pottery very much, but that she hasn't learned much about it the past few times.

It cannot be said that Sonoko is clumsy, but she has a big heart and sets high goals.

When other people come here, they just make small teacups and small clay pots.

Just play it briefly and experience the fun of playing in the mud.

Yuanzi was different. As soon as she arrived, she stared at the exhibits placed in the corner.

A nearly life-size pottery vase.

She also wants to get one like this.

The result is naturally failure.

Once, twice, three times.

The previous grand goal has been reduced to making a large tea cup, and I can engrave whatever words I want on it.

This goal is not too difficult for the current garden.

The teacher in the ceramics classroom is a bald man in his early sixties named Mino Muneyuki.

His hair is not gray yet, but like Dr. Ali, it has become Mediterranean, with hair on the sides and bald in the middle.

This man is considered a capable person, he has won many awards, and has considerable attainments in pottery, which has attracted many admiring students.

Since business was so good, he couldn't handle it alone, so he hired two people to help him.

One is an assistant, and the other is his already married son-in-law.

But those two people haven't come yet. The only person in the classroom was the hunched old man Meinong.

After hearing Sonoko's request, Mino felt confident. He nodded in agreement with a smile, pointed to the table in the corner, and motioned for Sonoko and the four of them to sit there.

They followed the instructions and knelt down cross-legged. After they sat down, the old man brought two sets of aprons.

For those who do pottery, an apron is a must-have, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with mud splatters on your clothes.

The apron here is very simple, a very ordinary yellow plaid apron, not at all as fancy as the apron in a cafe.

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"Teacher, why are there only two sets?" After confirming again and again that there were only two sets, and after Mino started to distribute aprons to others, Lan stood up and chased after her, "Those two children should also do the same."

"This" the old man was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly, "I thought they were just here for a visit, but this is going to be difficult. There are no small aprons in the classroom."

Due to his great reputation, his charges are not cheap. Even if it is just for one visit, the price is not within the reach of ordinary people.

Therefore, the people who come here are all petty bourgeoisie people from relatively well-off families.

The student party itself cannot afford it.

Of course, except for students like Sonoko. She is the youngest and the richest one here.

But even so, there is no talk of sending children here to experience this.

Even if it does happen, it will be dissuaded by the price.

What can't you do with this money?

Therefore, there are no aprons for children in the classroom.

"Then..." Lan looked into the distance awkwardly.

Conan immediately got up and ran over. After learning the situation, he patted his chest and immediately said that he would run to buy it.

"Sister Xiaolan is fine. I just came over to take a look. I don't plan to do it myself."

"Well, that's Conan's fault." Lan bent down and rubbed Conan's head.

"It's ok."

The latter rushed out in a flash.

Hui Principle continued to sit on her knees, and she had already guessed what was going on.

There is no apron suitable for her height.

In fact, Huiyuan didn't care about this.

Lu Ren's family didn't have children's aprons, and Huiyuan was used to wearing large aprons to cook.

But Conan might as well buy one.

When she got home, she gave the money for the apron to Conan, and then around seven or eight o'clock, she called Lu Ren and gave him the finished pottery and apron.

This is estimated to take a day.

Lu Ren should be fine by then.

Haiyuan knew Lu Ren's usual time schedule, which used to be a cafe - Maori Office.

Now it’s a cafe-dojo-office.

While working two jobs, I also have to devote energy to martial arts training, not to mention the busy schedule of organizing things.

Sometimes Huiyuan really wonders, isn't Lu Ren tired?

It's like squeezing yourself too hard.

However, there was nothing she could do about it, she could only watch.

Haiyuan closed his eyes slightly, feeling a little bad.

Never mind. There's no point in thinking about this.

Or think of something you can do.

Taking advantage of the fact that classes hadn't started yet and he had free time, Haiyuan sat on his knees and moved towards Lan.

The three of them were seated, with her in the middle and Yuan Zilan on both sides.