As for Kogoro Mouri, Eri Kisaki did not care what happened to him now, but she had to care about Ran Mouri. She did not want Ran to suffer along with him.
"To thank you, I've decided to cook personally and make you a meal," Eri Kisaki said as she stood up.
"Thank me? Looks more like you're trying to murder me," Chen said, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Eri Kisaki's cooking was simply indescribable, just like Kazuha Toyama's—perhaps even more outrageous than hers.
So Chen felt that she was not thanking him at all, but trying to murder him. Whatever she made would definitely be killer cuisine.
"Don't underestimate me. I'm not who I used to be. I've studied cooking too."
Sigh. Studying it doesn't mean you can do it. So what if she's studied it? Bad cooks will still make dark cuisine, Chen sighed inwardly.
"I think if you really want to thank me, you should just treat me to a big meal outside."
Chen took a sip of water to steady himself before speaking.
"Chen, are you looking down on my cooking?" Eri Kisaki stared at him with a dangerous look in her eyes.
Looking at Eri Kisaki, Chen truly wanted to nod and say, "That's right, I am looking down on your cooking." After all, what cooking skills could Eri Kisaki possibly have?
But in the end, he decided against saying it. Those words would have been far too hurtful.
If Eri Kisaki got hurt by them, she would probably come at him fighting.
"Fine, go make it, then. I'd like to see what you can come up with." Chen simply wore an expression of eager amusement.
Eri Kisaki clenched her fists, rather displeased, but she did not argue with Chen. She would use facts