As they chatted, the waiter came over and set down fresh chopsticks and a napkin for the producer.
The producer was about to start eating, but when he saw the dishes on the round table, he flew into a rage. "Didn't I say not to order century egg and scrambled eggs? Who ordered these two dishes?!"
Suzuki Sonoko jumped in fright. "So they got ordered. Do you have to be so angry? Maybe the waiter misheard and thought you specifically wanted them."
The producer came back to his senses, remembering there were guests at the table, and could only soften his expression. "I'm not trying to make trouble. I'm just allergic to eggs—seeing things that are nothing but eggs makes me sick."
As he spoke, he tried to smooth things over himself and greeted the guests. "Eat, eat, don't be shy—what was it, Miss Ran? What would you like? I'll get some for you."
"..."
A chair clattered down between him and Mouri Ran. Conan squeezed in and sat down, saying bluntly, "Then get me a plate of curry rice."
Jiang Xia flipped through the menu. "Fish-fragrant shredded pork."
"Haha, you know your food!" The producer first made idle conversation by praising Jiang Xia, then turned and patted Conan's head. "Kid, this is a Chinese restaurant. They only have Chinese food, not the curry rice you want. Pick something else, like this Detective big brother did."
"But I want curry rice." Conan pinched his voice and began whining. "This place doesn't even have curry rice. It's so boring, let's go back!"
"..." From far away on the second floor, Vodka heard that and couldn't help nodding to himself. After all this time, since getting to know this brat, this was the first time Vodka found him pleasing to the eye—hurry