People are in Mihua, the tea art male god starts the game

Chapter 179

"You with long hair scattered..."

"It's beautiful!"

Higashino Makoto looked at Concubine Yingli's sleeping face and couldn't help but sigh again.

Even if I have seen it many times, every time I see it, I will still be deeply amazed.

If you say that the lawyer Concubine Yingli, who is usually dressed up, is already a workplace elite and a beautiful legal beauty.

Then Concubine Yingli, who has long hair scattered, is like a little woman who is as tender as water.

There is no such sharpness as a workplace elite, nor the aura of a legal queen, but it is a little more weak and beautiful.

"Of course, Xiaolan, you are also beautiful!"

Makoto Higashino smiled and got up to leave.

He has more important things today that must be done.

Syllable!

The moment the door closed, the two people with their backs opened their eyes almost at the same time, their faces flushed.

......

In the center of Tokyo, there is also the French restaurant called "Hanami".

Yesterday I just left, but today, Makoto Higashino came again.

Alone, I booked one of the most expensive private rooms.

"Mr. Higashino, welcome."

"Are you alone this time?"

Bartender Sawaki Fair bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

"No, it's two people!"

Makoto Higashino pulled away a chair, but instead of sitting down, he sat on the opposite side of the chair.

"Then please ask Mr. Higashino, when your other companion will probably arrive."

"Our side is also convenient for you!"

Sawaki said with a smile.

The bartender of a French restaurant maintains an unconventional politeness and meticulous at all times, making it impossible to fault it.

"He's already here!"

Makoto Higashino said lightly.

"Already arrived?"

Sawaki looked around, his eyes blank.

The entire private room, except for Makoto Higashino, is only himself.

Do you say...

He smiled bitterly, how could this be?

I just had a relationship with this detective, and it was only yesterday.

What's more, to put it bluntly, he is just a senior waiter.

Maybe the other party doesn't even know his name at all, and he doesn't even have the slightest impression.

"That's right, he's already there~."

"Right in front of me!"

Makoto Higashino made a gesture of invitation, "Please sit down, Mr. Sawaki!" "

"I specially invited you for this meal today!"

Sawaki was stunned.

His eyes became more and more dazed, and he didn't know what Makoto Higashino was talking about, let alone what he wanted to do.

"You, you're inviting me?"

"Eat?"

Sawaki pointed at himself, his face full of confusion.

"Don't worry, if you're worried about the bartender's job, I've already told the owner of this restaurant."

"You can let go of all your worries and enjoy this French meal!"

Makoto Higashino said with a smile.

"But..."

"Why did you invite me?"

Sawaki sat down, but still couldn't understand.

"I heard that Mr. Sawaki is very researched about wine and is a well-known master sommelier."

Makoto Higashino said lightly.

Moment!

Sawaki's fair eyes lit up, but quickly darkened.

"Hehe, some people's reputation is just that."

"I'm just an ordinary bartender, nothing remarkable."

He shook his head and said with a wry smile.

Since that car accident, he has lost his sense of taste, along with his life's career and all his dreams.

Life without taste is meaningless to him!

"Oh, here it is."

"The mushroom soup in your restaurant is very delicious."

Makoto Higashino took a bite and said with a smile.

"Indeed!"

"This dish has been well received, especially..."

Sawaki took a bite, but as always, there was no taste.

"Especially this mellow taste!" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Sawaki's movements were quick, and he drank the whole bowl of soup in three or two bites.

But!

He can only rely on his previous memories and the evaluations of past guests to roughly describe it.

"Mr. Sawaki, can you drink such a salty soup?"

Makoto Higashino asked in surprise.

"Huh?"

Sawaki was stunned.

"This mushroom soup of yours, I specially instructed the chef to add ten times the amount of salt."

"It stands to reason that it should be so salty that you can't drink it at all, right?"

"Why did you finish it so quickly?"

Makoto Higashino's face flashed a smug smile.

"This, this is because..."

"So salty! It's really salty! "

"I drank too fast just now, and I didn't react at once."

"Water! Pour me a glass of water! "

Sawaki showed a pained expression and reached for the lemonade.

"Stop pretending!"

"Your share of mushroom soup is sweet, and there is no salt at all!"

"So, you don't have a sense of taste at all."

"Right? Mr. Sawaki! "

Makoto Higashino said with a sneer.

Airplanes!

In an instant, Sawaki's fair head, like a heavy blow, the whole person was stunned.

What is this man, this man who claims to be Japan's number one detective, talking about and what exactly is he trying to do?

"I... I don't quite understand what you mean! "

The corners of Sawaki's mouth twitched, and his mood became very complicated.

It's as if a muscular man with a strong body was found to be able to last only two minutes at a time.

That strong sense of shame is a hundred times a thousand times more than ordinary people!

"'Being a sommelier, you don't have a sense of taste.'

"You can hide it until now, and you have not been discovered, and it is indeed powerful."

Makoto Higashino couldn't help but praise.

It's a pity not to go to Hollywood to develop acting skills like this.

"Mr. Makoto Higashino, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Sawaki took a deep breath and stopped pretending.

He knew that in front of this detective, his little trick was simply not enough to see.

"You should know this person, right?"

Makoto Higashino took a photo on the table.

Above the photo, it is a woman.

To be exact, a young, beautiful, and well-figured woman.

"I..."

Sawaki's fair face became very ugly.

He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't be sure how much Makoto Higashino knew.

"You know her, don't you?"

Makoto Higashino asked again.

"Of course I know the famous popular model (No's), Nana Koyamachi."

"It's hard for a celebrity like this who often goes on TV and shoots commercials to know me!"

Sawaki said with a wry smile.

"What about this car?"

"Do you know each other too?"

Makoto Higashino took out a second photo, which was a roadster.

The same BMW Z4 as Sawai Gaku in the last villa fire incident, except that one is blue and this one is black.

"I..."

"What dog are you trying to say?"

Sawaki's fair heart was like turning over the river and the sea, violently shaking.

It seems that all the secrets hidden in his heart have been peeled off layer by layer by the guy in front of him, like peeling an onion, and exposed little by little.

"One night, you were riding a motorcycle and collided with Nana Koyamachi's sports car."

"From that day on, you lose your sense of taste."

"Right?"

"Mr. Sawaki Fair!"

The corners of Makoto Higashino's mouth curled, a smile, deep and terrifying.