[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Grumpy Grandpa?

Wensty remembered that Sherlock would shoot at the wall when he was depressed, and a good wall was full of potholes and holes. He really deserved the title of "Grandpa Grumpy".

"He lives in the back, right?"

Freddy nodded affirmatively. The grumpy grandpa lived at the end of Adams Manor. Grandpa and Luke would sometimes go there, and sometimes they would take him with them.

The grumpy grandpa will let him write a lot of complicated math problems, and let him learn fifteen ways to judge blood. Every time he disobeys, he will be sent to the grumpy grandpa by his grandpa. Leddy doesn't hate grumpy grandpa. Although grumpy grandpa sometimes has a bad temper, he cares about everyone in the Adams family.

Freddy once asked Grandpa Pugsley: "Is that grandpa who lives in the back part of our family?"

Pugsley answered the little grandson without hesitation: "Of course he is."

Freddy also felt that Grumpy Grandpa was part of the family, and although his last name was not Adams, he lived with them, as only family members do.

"I'd like to see him," said Winsty.

Freddy quickly waved his hands: "No, no, grumpy grandpa doesn't like to be disturbed, he likes to be alone."

Grandpa had told him not to say yes to anyone who came to see Grumpy Grandpa. Grumpy Grandpa liked to be alone and quiet, and Freddy always remembered these things.

"But he will want to see me." Winsty smiled and patted Freddy's head. "He definitely wants to see me."

The sister said it with such certainty that Freddy was almost persuaded.

But his parents and grandparents were not at home, so he couldn't make up his mind, so he had to ask Luke for help: "Luke, should this sister go to see the grumpy grandpa?"

Luke gave a thumbs up in agreement.

Well, if Grumpy Grandpa gets mad and asks him to do the hard math problems again, he'll put the blame on Luke and ask Luke to sharpen his pencils instead of sharpening his pencils and doing the math problems himself.

So decided.

Freddy, who was fully prepared, said to Winsty, "I can take you to see Grandpa Grumpy, just follow me."

"Wait a minute," Wensty looked at Luke before he was in a hurry to start, "Is there any flour and butter at home?"

Luke gave a thumbs up, these two things are abundant at home.

Winsty walked into the kitchen, and Freddy followed her, watching her find out the flour and cream in a familiar way.

Freddy was very strange, she was so familiar with his house, it seemed as if she had lived in his house.

Winsty is going to make a cake.

With his hands behind his back, the little man watched Wensty make the cake with a young and mature attitude, and reminded her a few words from time to time:

"You have to add salt, where is the cake without salt?"

"You have poured too much sugar. You should pour vinegar at this time. Adding vinegar can enhance the taste."

"Why do you want to add cream to the cake? Add radish leaves."

Freddy was heartbroken. When he finally saw the finished cake, he was very disgusted. The cake made by this sister was actually milky.

He picked up the fork, took a bite, and immediately rinsed his mouth with bubbles of mouthwash in his mouth, speaking vaguely: "You...the cake you made...how could the cake be...filled...sweet? ?”

What a failed cake, Freddy thought from the bottom of his heart.

"This is a failed cake and you should redo it."

It hurts, but Grumpy Grandpa said that bad truths are a thousand times more helpful than good lies.

But Winsty didn't care about Freddy's evaluation at all. This kid seemed to have inherited the consistent taste of the Adams family. The more he denied it, the better her cake was.

"Little friend, the cake is not for you to eat, so the failure you said doesn't count."

Luke gave Winsty a cake basket.

"Then who are you eating for?" Freddy tilted his head and thought for a while, guessing, "You are feeding for grumpy grandpa, right?"

If it was for Grumpy Grandpa, the taste would be just right. Grumpy Grandpa has never had much appreciation for food.

Winsty didn't deny it, and said to Freddy, holding the basket, "Take me to meet your grumpy grandpa, little navigator."

Freddy liked the name "Little Navigator" very much, and he walked in front of Winsty: "Come with me, but Grumpy Grandpa has a bad temper. If you make him angry, he will shoot you." of the wall."

Freddy's baby talk was lovely, and Winsty looked down, trying to tell him that she must have pissed off his grumpy grandpa.

She remembers his grumpy grandpa yelling at her in the firelight: "Winsty Adams, it's my birthday tomorrow, won't you make your birthday cake?"

"Tomorrow" has come, the cake is 50 years late, and the grumpy grandpa is right to lose his temper.

The little navigator Freddy walked at the front, Luke followed at the back, and Wensty with the basket was sandwiched between them, and the three of them headed towards the back of the castle together.

Every inch of land in the Adams manor can bring Wensty a long-lost sense of intimacy. There is no tree in the manor except for Gary, and the ground is so barren that there is not even a blade of grass. Desolate, this is her home, how could it make her feel desolate.

Adams Manor occupies the entire hill, and it is much bigger than it looks to outsiders. At least it takes a long way to go from the castle at the front of the manor to the real back hill. I used to hunt for Sherlock Holmes. The magician walked to the gate of Adams Manor and saw a dilapidated castle, so he concluded that the place was deserted and Sherlock Holmes was no longer here.

But how could the address brought by Lingdie be wrong?

Walking through a swamp, the desolate and desolate scene in front of me gradually changed, and grass appeared on the ground.

"Is this still in Adams Manor?"

"Of course it's still there, my family is big!" Freddy held his head high.

If it was Adams Manor, the green grass appeared on the ground would be like a cow mixed into a flock of sheep, and it became neither fish nor fowl.

Going forward a few steps, there are more and more plants, the shrubs are pruned elegantly and beautifully, the wide road gradually narrows, and finally a field of white roses appears, under the setting sun, butterflies of various colors are flying around the flowers non-stop.

"These are all grown by Grumpy Grandpa," Freddy said, pointing to a house with a red roof and white body not far away, "That's where he lives."

There was a narrow road leading directly to the house in the rose field, and they walked in the middle of the road wrapped in white roses. Maybe pollen got on their clothes accidentally, which attracted a group of butterflies to fly around them.

Freddy seemed really scared of Cranky Grandpa, he needed a deep breath to knock on the door, and while he was still taking a deep breath, Luke knocked on the door.

"Hey Luke, I'm not ready yet!"

He made a lot of mistakes in the math test paper he wrote last time, and his grumpy grandpa punished him for endorsing the book, so he slipped out while the grumpy grandpa was not paying attention.

This time, Grumpy Grandpa will surely mock his calculation ability again.

Freddy touched his chest, his heart was beating extra fast.

Freddy wasn't the only one whose heart was beating extremely fast. Although Wensty didn't touch her chest, her heart hadn't stayed where it was for a long time, and now it was about to pop out of her throat.

Wensty was very anxious, she turned to Luke and asked, "Luke, am I pretty now?"

I should have put on some makeup if I knew it earlier, I didn’t sleep all night last night, would there be heavy dark circles?

Luke gave her a thumbs up, which meant she was very beautiful, and butterflies flew around her, and she was like a rose.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room.

"A person's age can be judged by the sound of walking footsteps. Children's footsteps are generally hurried, young people are brisk, middle-aged people are calm, and old people appear slow.

—From Sherlock Holmes' Blog"

The surroundings were very quiet, and Wensty could clearly feel the rhythm of the footsteps in the room, which was a kind of unhurried pace.

"If I were you, I wouldn't come back if I wrote even the most basic equation wrong. Obviously, it was a wrong decision for you to come to the door of this house..."

The door opened, and the sound of opening the door was like velvet rubbing the strings of a cello, accidentally touching the lowest notes.

A pair of gray-blue eyes looked through time. When Winsty saw these eyes for the first time, he thought they were the eyes of a young eagle. They were so bright and contained a sharp light.

These eyes still have the same light, but the big eagle is no longer young.

"If people want to hide it, the sound of footsteps can also be a disguise of age.

—From Sherlock Holmes' Blog"

It was an old man who opened the door.

His pale skin has wrinkled, the corners of his eyes and brows have traces of time, his hair has also turned gray, but his eyes are still young, and she can recognize him with just one look.

His lips moved unnaturally.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"This is Wensty." Freddy hid behind Wensty, and introduced Wensty to Grumpy Grandpa, hoping that his attention would not be on the math problem.

"Winsty..." He read her name and looked at Freddy, "It sounds like your family's name. She was born on Friday and her name is Freddy. You don't need to think about it. Her name is Wensty, for sure. was born on Wednesday."

"You said it wrong!" Freddy was very happy when he finally caught the moment when Grumpy Grandpa made a mistake.

"Where did I say something wrong? You should come and listen to it."

"It's true that I was born on Friday and my name is Freddie. I don't know if this sister is named Winsty because she was born on Wednesday, but you must be wrong about one thing, that is—this sister is not from our family. .”

"Really?" The person whose mistake was pointed out gave Wensti a light look, and said nonchalantly, "Maybe she was a member of your family in her previous life. How can you, a little baby, be sure about such things?"

"Hey!" Freddy jumped up, what a grumpy grandpa!

Wensty stood at the door blankly with a basket on her shoulders. He had looked at her with extremely calm eyes just now, as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with her.

Freddy's conversation with his grumpy grandpa continues, and she's brushed aside.

"Little ghost, why did you come to me? It must not be to write math problems."

Don't mention the math problem, Freddy's little brain will grow bigger when he mentions it, he quickly said: "Of course not, this sister is coming to you, and I brought her here."

What's the matter with this elder sister? She was obviously the one who came to find the grumpy grandpa, but she didn't say a word when she saw the grumpy grandpa.

Oh, she must have been afraid of the math problems, so she didn't say a word.

The little brain hiding behind Wen Sidi told her softly: "Don't worry, grumpy grandpa doesn't do math problems for people he doesn't know."

With that said, Freddy pushed Winsty forward, in front of Grumpy Grandpa.

"You are looking for me," those gray-blue eyes looked over, "what's the matter?"

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