"I remember that day's Bourbon Cola was terrible," Amuro Tooru added casually. His tone held a hint of mockery, yet his expression remained soft.
The pitter-patter of the rain was unsettling, the two looked at each other, sighing in unison.
"I'll treat you to a Mint Julep this time," Gin promised.
It is another cocktail with Bourbon as the base spirit; the coolness of mint mixed with soda water, along with an appropriate amount of whisky, makes it an excellent drink for summer.
Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow, nodded, smiled, "Okay."
Akai Shuichi, who had come over to provide support, looked slightly bewildered. She turned her head toward the two 'external aids' who were engaged in seamless conversation and asked, confused, "What are you talking about?"
The blonde-haired youth gave a chuckle. "It's none of your business, FBI."
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Six: Bloody Mary
Bloody Mary is a famous cocktail.
However, for many people, the taste of a Bloody Mary is truly something they cannot enjoy.
Among them was Nana.
After taking her first sip of this liquor, the little girl's entire face crumpled into a mess, she stuck out her tongue, gasping for air repeatedly.
By the time she finally recovered, the Black-haired girl gave a pained evaluation with a stiff face: "It's so terrible.."
This cocktail has a reddish hue, much like blood, but it is actually composed of various ingredients. Not only is the taste stimulating, but sweetness, sourness, bitterness, spiciness all converge within it.
The one who loves it is naturally interested, while there are certainly many who cannot accept it.
Nana belonged to that person.
Common recipes consist of ingredients like Vodka, tomato juice, celery root, black pepper, salt, sometimes even including lemon juice and chili oil..
Nana turned his head blankly and looked at Gin with an innocent expression: "Zhenjun.. are you sure this isn't a dish?"
It must be said that this cocktail was far too stimulating, to the point that the Little girl was left with a deep psychological trauma and did not touch liquor for a long time.
It was not until years later, after the black-haired female detective had tasted a series of cocktails such as Tequila Sunrise, Singapore Sling, Cinderella, Alexander, that she finally began to move past her former trauma.
As for this, Gin remained noncommittal.
Anyway, she has reached the right age.
..
Seven: Silver Bullet
Regarding this topic, there has already been much in the main text.
I will not elaborate further for now.
Because the story.. has not ended yet.
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Author's Note: Since this is from Gin's perspective, some details are somewhat subtle.
Heine has actually flirted with Gin, such as in his confrontations with Vermouth, his clothing, so on. Heine's attitude toward Shiratori Midori is also somewhat complicated.
However, some parts of Gin's own descriptions are not very clear; pay attention to the details, cough.
Ahhh, I want to write an IF line, I want to write an AU!
………………………………………………Thank you to the Little Angels who gave me overwhelming support or provided Nutrient solution~
Thank you to the Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution:
Mori no Yojin Naia 7 bottles; Tiannan Dibei Little Angel 6 bottles; Weihuan Jihe YY 3 bottles; Tsundere Furuya Rei 1 bottle;
Very thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 188 Chapter 171 She Just.. Was Unwilling.
Nana blinked his eyes, not understanding.
At this moment, she had already removed that brown wig. After cleaning away the traces of her disguise, the black-haired female detective had returned to her original appearance, her shimmering green eyes sparkling under the light.
Even though.. even though I don't know what happened, Zhenjun's tone is so strange!
Amidst her confusion, Shiratori Nana looked at Akai Shuichi, who was facing the brunt of the fire, with a sense of curiosity. Seeing that the Black-haired agent still looked completely unfazed, a sense of admiration welled up from deep within her.
She admired him while using a silver spoon to scoop up another piece of Cake.
Matcha and Cheese blended together perfectly. The sweet, smooth flavor of the Cheese melted between the lips and teeth, while the refreshing, slightly bitter notes of the Matcha powder perfectly ensured the Cake was not overly cloying. The flavors of Egg and Milk bloomed faintly on the taste buds, the soft, fluffy Cake base mixed with the Fresh cream, allowing one to catch a hint of the taste of Red bean.
With a green Matcha base and small, exquisite Red bean scattered throughout the Cream, the dessert looked exceptionally fresh and elegant.
Nana quickly finished his cake, then looked up to watch the show.
Unfortunately, Gin had no intention of making a scene in front of Nana at this moment. The silver-haired man stared at Akai Shuichi with a half-smile for a long time before leisurely shifting his gaze away.
Gin glanced at Nana, who remained silent but continued to steal glances at them from time to time, his eyes betraying a hint of confusion, then gave a light cough. "Nana, you should know him."
Suddenly called by his name, Nana shuddered, instinctively looking up to meet Gin's green eyes.
In the next second, the Black-haired female detective, having understood the meaning behind Gin's words, froze in shock, asking in confusion, "I have indeed seen him before.. but—"
I shouldn't have much in common with him, right?
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly, just about to change the subject, however Akai Shuichi, who had been maintaining his identity as a Bystander, suddenly spoke up.
He casually curled his index finger to tap the table, a relaxed smile in his eyes, as he nonchalantly revealed his identity: "Ah.. I am the former 'Shuichi Akai'."
Nana: "…………"
Her hand, which had just been reaching toward the Coffee cup in front of her, froze mid-air.
Green eyes suddenly widened, the young detective wore an expression mixed with confusion and suspicion.
However, Nana was not a reckless person; after only a few seconds of shock, she regained her (outward) composure.
After being caught in crossfire from various ridiculous situations, Innocent felt that her psychological resilience had improved so much that she could now smile calmly at Akai Shuichi:
.. Hello.
After thinking it over and realizing he didn't know what to say, Nana squeezed out a universal greeting in a fit of desperation.
In comparison, Akai Shuichi's attitude was much more natural.
Hello—" Akai Shuichi hesitated for a moment over the address, but ultimately chose the one he had used before; "Ms. Hashimoto.
Although he already knew the Black-haired female detective's original surname was Shiratori, he did not want to cause any trouble for this innocent girl before things became clear.
Moreover, rashly calling her by her original surname at a time like this would only make Nana more vigilant.
—Even though.. when facing him, Hashimoto Nana seems to have always been very vigilant?
Why? Akai Shuichi felt a rare sense of confusion.
If Ms. Hashimoto knew what the Black-haired agent was thinking, she would certainly affirm Akai Shuichi's guess—of course, she would never tell him the reason.
The Black-haired girl stared at Akai Shuichi, feeling momentarily stifled by frustration. But upon careful thought, she realized she hadn't really lost anything when facing her probing, which allowed her to barely suppress the anger in her heart.
But for Nana now, what was even more important was—
The Black-haired girl stopped stirring the coffee in front of her, which she had been doing repeatedly due to her agitation. After a three-second pause, she looked up at Gin.
Nana's voice carried a hint of hesitation, but his tone was firm:
Zhenjun.. are you.. interested in coming to my home?
The implication was that he wanted to have a private chat with you.
..
Gin naturally understood the implication in Nana's words, at the same time, he naturally accepted the Black-haired girl's invitation.
The fact that he is appearing now in a one-story rental in Beika Town is the best proof of that.
The house Nana lives in is not large, it's even a bit small; the layout is a very common one-bedroom, which, compared to a studio, just has one small living room. However, considering the cost of living and housing prices in Japan and the fact that Nana lives alone, this much living space is clearly more than enough.
The layout of the House was simple.
The walls were snow-white and flawless, yet also the most common kind; the dining table and coffee table were made of plastic, being both lightweight and reasonably priced. A fabric sofa for two faced a television that came with the house—though Nana rarely watched television; not far away, two Eames chairs were scattered about.
The decoration and furniture were primarily simple and practical. If one were to speak of a specific style, it couldn't really be called one.
However, after all, Nana had a long period of independent renting experience; although the House was not particularly grand or beautiful, it could be described as clean and tidy.
—It's just a small place, it's still a bit messy.
However, Nana did not immediately begin a "private chat" with Gin.
The Black-haired girl's figure appeared in the Kitchen, a slight sizzling sound erupted where the pan met the Stove, the fragrant scent of Butter and Egg filled the air.
Gin's brow twitched.
Speaking of which, between yesterday and today, he hadn't had a proper meal. Although he had filled his stomach with instant noodles—
After hearing about this, the Black-haired girl simply put everything on hold, rolled up her sleeves, entered the Kitchen, planning to fill Gin's stomach first.
After spreading some butter on the bottom of the pan, Nana took an egg from the refrigerator, cracked it on the table, quickly moved it over the frying pan to open the shell.
The transparent egg whites and tender yellow yolks fell straight into the frying pan due to gravity. Upon hearing a "sizzle," the edges of the egg whites slowly turned white, Nana took this opportunity to turn around and toss the eggshells into the trash.
Making fried eggs is not complicated; you just have to be careful not to burn them. However, for the sake of presentation, Nana paid special attention to the heat. After finishing a very ordinary sunny-side-up egg in a few minutes, the Black-haired girl skillfully placed it on a plate, drizzled some soy sauce on it, walked toward Gin.
Then, she took another piece of frozen Salmon from the Refrigerator and placed it into the pan.
There was little butter left in the pan, but Nana had no intention of adding more, as the fish itself was somewhat oily.
The frozen Salmon slowly thawed in the frying pan, revealing a soft and warm interior. Nana used a spatula to shift the fish around so it wouldn't stick to the pan.
Nana's cooking skills could only be described as mediocre; he was fine at cooking simple things, but overly complex dishes would only cause him to fail.
Therefore, the delicacies she made for himself on a regular basis were mostly a mix of Japanese and Western styles—she would simply choose whichever was easier.
Seeing that the fish was almost pan-fried, its tender pink color peeking through to reveal a succulent interior, with appetizing golden edges, the Black-haired girl plated the fish, then used the pan to collect half a pot of cold water and tossed in a handful of washed green vegetables.
After the water came to a boil, another handful of noodles was added.
The noodles bobbed and surged in the hot water, accompanied by the bubbling sounds, as a misty white steam rose into the air, mingled with the fragrant aroma of food.