Chapter 1247 A Rare Side of Rum

Wakada Kanori smiled: "I am an adult. Adults can always tell the difference between perfume and laundry detergent immediately."

Conan felt that his statement was a bit strange and seemed to imply something. Although he did not know that Wakada Kanori was Rum, he decided to keep silent as much as possible to avoid being discovered about his relationship with Kudo Shinichi.

Fortunately, Wakita Kanonori's attention seemed not to be on the child at all, he was always looking at Asano Nobushige.

"This perfume is a classic from an American brand. Although Japanese brands also imitate it, the base note always lacks a little citrus flavor. It seems that Mr. Asano's female friend is from the United States."

Wakada Kanonori said, closing his eyes again and taking a deep breath.

"Well, I smell a faint smell of paint, which is freshly painted and has not yet dried. The formaldehyde content of the paint is very low, and it should be specially supplied to the school. Mr. Asano, can you have dinner with Mr. Mori, please explain that you have just Just work in the office. Only schools in Yoneka Town can go back and forth in one morning, and there is only one school in Yoneka Town that is being renovated recently, and that is Teitan Elementary School."

Rum is really very perceptive, so perceptive that Nobuhiro wonders if he learned about his morning itinerary through other channels.

"I'm so sorry, you guessed wrong." Nobuhiro said calmly, "The lady I saw this morning is Japanese."

"Oh?" Wakida Kanesori raised his eyebrows, "There's nothing you can do about it. Occasionally, reasoning can go wrong. But my other reasoning should be pretty correct, right? Even if that lady is not an American, she must have lived in the United States for a long time. , otherwise she would not know about the niche American brand, let alone know that this brand of perfume can find alternatives in Japan."

Nobuhiro looked at him calmly, neither confirming nor denying Rum's guess.

What does Rum want to know through him, Rumi Wakasa?

The wind chime hanging at the door of Iroha Sushi Restaurant rang, and a young man with slightly long light brown hair walked in and found a seat near the door to sit down.

Since there is currently only Kaneri Wakita in the store, he naturally takes over the responsibility of serving as a waiter.

He walked over with tea in hand: "This guest, what would you like to order?"

The customer was about in his early twenties. He took the menu and looked at it for a short time before making a decision: "I want a piece of high-quality sushi, chawanmushi and cola. By the way, more vinegar-pickled ginger slices."

"Coke?" Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but question.

The young man immediately darkened his face: "What's wrong? Can't you order a Coke?"

"No, I didn't say anything." Mouri Kogoro looked away and complained silently, "Today's young people eat sushi and drink Coke."

Perhaps because it was time for dinner, more and more customers came to the sushi restaurant. Wakada Kanori was soon busy entertaining guests and had no time to talk to Mouri Kogoro, Nobushige and others.

While eating sushi, Mouri Kogoro watched Wakida Kaneno being busy, and at the same time said with emotion: "Mr. Wakita is such a passionate person."

Conan, however, had an indescribable feeling for Wakida Kanori.

There are all kinds of people coming to eat sushi at this time, including trendy young people who want high-end sushi with cola, typical social animals who want ordinary sushi with oolong tea and grilled fish, and busy professional women.

"Just go as usual." The woman was wearing a skirt and had been operating something on her phone since she entered the door. She looked very busy.

Wakida Kanenori, who had just arrived, had no idea what this guest's "usual behavior" was, so he could only repeat it awkwardly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Didn't I say just like usual!" The woman raised her head angrily. After seeing the unfamiliar face, she was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "Where is Mr. Zhuoka?"

Wakada Kanori smiled sheepishly at her and explained: "Takeoka-kun seems to have resigned due to family reasons."

"Then when will he come back to work?"

"Oh, I don't know about this." Wakida Kaneori's smile did not change, "Actually, I'm also very curious."

When he said this, Wakida Kanori's eyes seemed to drift in the direction of Nobushige. Nobushige raised his teacup, blocking his view.

"Really." The woman complained, "If it weren't for Mr. Zhuoka, I wouldn't have come all the way here to eat. I have an auction to attend tonight."

"What's wrong with Takeoka-kun?" Wakita Kanori asked curiously.

"He and I have a good chat about art collection. The painting I want to take tonight was chosen by him for me. It is valuable, but the current auction price is relatively low, so it is suitable to buy." , the woman glanced at Wakida Kanori with a look of disgust, "Forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you. A sea urchin rice bowl, sea urchin and salmon roe, and a little more wasabi."

"Hi."

It was so rare for Rum to be so kind and respectful to every guest that Nobushige couldn't help but take a picture of him when he turned around to carry the plate.

Conan asked curiously: "Brother Asano, what are you doing?"

"Nothing done." Nobuhiro said to the curious child while sending the photo to Fangtani Rei.

Soon Jiang Guling's reply arrived: [Who is this person and the target to be investigated? ]

Nobuhiro typed out three English letters with a smile.

This time, there was silence on Jianggu Ling's side for a long time.

Nobushige speculated that the guy was weighing whether he should come to Iroha Sushi Restaurant to meet Rum, or he was analyzing Rum's purpose of applying for a job at Iroha Sushi Restaurant disguised as a chef.

It was getting dark and dinner was coming to an end.

Mouri Kogoro shouted very generously: "Check out!"

Kanori Wakita quickly came over with the bill: "Mr. Mori, if it's convenient, could you please continue to tell me about interesting cases next time? I can give you a discount, and the fraction will be deducted from my salary. That’s it.”

"Can I have this meal too?" Nobuhiro's eyes lit up.

Wakida Kanonori is silent.

"Hey, brother Asano, how can you be the boss?"

Wakida Kanori said with a smile: "Of course, just use it as my tuition to study with Mr. Mori."

"Tuition?" Nobumangi frowned in confusion, "Mr. Mori's current consulting fee is about five thousand yen per hour. We spent an hour eating, so we settled at five thousand yen."

Kanori Wakita: "..."

Rum really didn't expect that the other side of mezcal was like this, an evil capitalist! !

At this moment, the door of Iroha Sushi Restaurant was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and a panting middle-aged woman stood outside the door.

She first looked around, and then asked loudly: "Tell me, who stole my handbag!!"

The customers in the store looked at each other, confused.