As he spoke, the senior apprentice strode away and entered the villa.
Mrs. Kanazawa watched his retreating back with interest, then said to her husband beside her, "Don't always pick on the weak. There's a saying: even a dog will jump over a wall when cornered—right, Amemori?"
The junior apprentice, suddenly addressed, froze for a moment. He nodded, then lowered his head and continued grilling meat for everyone.
After working for a while, he looked down at the grill and said to his master, "I'll go get some charcoal."
Kanazawa Ryuichiro nodded and snorted. "That's more like it. That Hayashida fellow didn't say a word just now—he turned around and left. He really doesn't respect me at all."
The junior apprentice said nothing and turned to leave, passing the returning senior apprentice along the way.
The master-apprentice food chain had been displayed in all its glory within just a few minutes, but Mrs. Kanazawa was already used to it.
She paid them no mind. Instead, she picked up a glass bottle from the table and shook it at Jiang Xia. "Little Detective, why aren't you dressing your salad?"
Suzuki Sonoko looked up and read the label on the bottle. "Olive oil?"
"It's only an olive oil bottle." Mrs. Kanazawa held the bottle and smiled. "What's inside is a special salad dressing I made myself! Its flavor is completely different from those ordinary dressings on the market. If you miss this chance, you'll never be able to eat it anywhere else."
"Is that so?" Jiang Xia casually took it from her and, somewhat curiously, drizzled a little over the salad on his plate.
Vodka looked at him, then at the strangely colored mysterious liquid in the bottle, his eye twitching slightly. *...You brat, aside from the cookies I make, you'll put