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

With his appearance, he was clearly against her.

Winsty would not give up easily, she also changed a piece of music, the sound of the piano and the violin were mixed together, but they were extremely inconsistent, as if two people were fighting.

The other residents of Baker Street didn't know why this happened tonight. They were experiencing a war, and they felt it in their ears. Finally, some people couldn't bear it anymore and raised a protest, shouting: "Can you stop fighting!"

The piano stopped first, and then the violin also stopped.

Sherlock smiled slightly, put the violin back to its original position, and picked up the snack box on the table, which Mrs. Hudson had left here before for him for dinner.

Although Mrs. Hudson is Sherlock's landlord, to a certain extent, she is more like his relatives.

Sherlock opened the snack box, and a scent of roses came to his face, with a little bit of sweetness. This smell is so familiar, like a pulled thread, pulling out a past event.

Smell is a chemical particle that floats through the nose into the brain's olfactory bulb, where the sensation is first processed into a form that the brain can read, and bypasses the information-processing thalamus to reach the amygdala and hippocampus in the brain .

Emotion, memory and smell are closely linked.

Sherlock's mind flashed the abnormal microorganisms active in the soil, the dense fog-covered castle, and the figure running like a green finch.

Holding the snack box, he walked to the window and looked down.

Wensty was also tired from playing the piano, so he stretched his waist, came out to get some air, raised his eyes slightly, and met a pair of pale blue eyes like the wind blowing through the sea.

Wensty walked into the store, closing all the windows and doors, and moved quickly.

Humph, that bastard!

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The "Adams Family" dessert shop will receive a lot of delivery orders. Wensti usually entrusts the delivery orders to a special delivery team, and the delivery guy will pick up the order from her, but today she decided to personally send a trip.

She went out with two packing boxes, one of which contained a box of Portuguese egg tarts. A customer called regularly every day to order Portuguese egg tarts. A box".

The other box belonged to a new customer, but an old friend of hers.

In Soho, London, in front of an antique and second-hand bookstore.

"I open the door at nine o'clock on most weekdays, but occasionally I open the door earlier at eight o'clock, and I may open the door at one o'clock in the afternoon. Except on Tuesdays, I usually close the door at 05:30. If there is something to do, I will go earlier, and sometimes I will read books until night. Closes at [-]:[-] and doesn't open when I'm not in the store. Weekends may be open at normal hours unless I'm elsewhere. Holidays are the same as usual, Wednesday and Friday may close earlier. Sunday's hours are the same as Tuesday. "

The announcement was not organized at all, with vague business hours and an air of repulsion all over him, which happened to be the intention of the bookstore owner, who didn't want people to buy books.

Although the door of the bookstore was closed, he must be in the bookstore at this time.

She knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, she saw the antique bookseller in white, Aziraphale.

His appearance didn't change at all. Seeing Wensti's eyes were full of inquiry but kindness. Wensti liked him very much, and every time he saw him, he felt surrounded by holy light.

Wensty handed over the packing box in her hand: "The dessert you ordered has been delivered."

He was pleasantly surprised and thanked Wensty very happily: "God will bless you, boy."

He said this sentence when Wensty met him for the first time, and later he became her regular customer, and gradually the two became friends, and Wensty assured that Aziraphale would still Will love her desserts, and this friendship will bloom again in time and space 50 years ago.

Aziraphale returned to the bookstore with the packing box. He ordered a lot of things, and almost all the signature desserts in the store came for a round. He is also an angel with high standards for food. During the French Revolution, he wanted to eat because of his greedy mouth. A piece of crepe from Paris, crossing half of Europe to Paris, was caught as a luxurious and lustful nobleman, and almost went to the guillotine.

Aziraphale picked up the spoon, intending to start with the chocolate mousse cake.He opened the box carefully, not wanting the chocolate cake to be stained with the box painted with golden thread patterns. In front of him is a cute dark brown bear!

"Oh, it's so cute." Aziraphale silently lamented the wonder of the Creator, and ran to get an antique hand-cranked camera to record the appearance of this cute little bear.

He really couldn't bear to destroy the little bear's appearance, but smelling the aroma of chocolate, he couldn't help but want to taste it, so he took a small spoon and dug a small piece from the very corner of the cake, and put it into his mouth.

Aziraphale has been in the world for 6000 years, and he has tasted many kinds of chocolate mousse cakes. It is no exaggeration to say that he has tasted more chocolate mousse cakes than a dessert family, but this is the first time Tasting such a silky and rich taste, the cake melts in the mouth, and the mouth is full of mellow chocolate taste.

He was so pleasantly surprised that he started to try the next dessert, and after trying everything, he added this dessert shop to his favorite list.

After eating good food, Aziraphale still feels that the world is beautiful and life is wonderful. At this time, he thought of his old friend, Mr. Devil, and he could invite him to have dessert together when he was free.

The next place Wensty was going to was actually some distance away from Soho, but she was really curious about the customer who ate Portuguese egg tarts with mustard every day. Taking advantage of the sunny afternoon, she personally delivered took this trip.

According to the address, she walked outside the iron gate of a single-family villa and rang the doorbell.

A communication phone was installed at the iron gate, and as soon as the doorbell was pressed, someone answered the phone and asked, "Who is it?"

"The dessert you ordered has been delivered."

The phone was hung up, and Wensty waited outside the iron gate, staring at the independent small bungalow in the yard in a daze.

Wensti didn't know how long she had been waiting, and it took a while before she saw a woman in dark black clothes come out of the room, and took the packing box in her hand graciously.

"Thank you." She expressed her gratitude.

Wensti looked at the woman, she looked very ordinary, she was just an ordinary middle-aged woman, she didn't look like someone who liked the unique taste of Portuguese egg tart with mustard, but people's tastes can't fully represent people's personality.

"Is it you who order Portuguese egg tarts every day?" Wensty asked curiously.

"No, it was ordered by my little master. I am the housekeeper of this house."

Wensti responded, and suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind. He thought it was a guest coming, and was about to turn around to make way, when he found a masked man standing behind him, holding a spray in his hand. Before Tie could realize what was going on, she became dizzy, exhausted, and passed out. She saw the housekeeper also fell down in a daze...

Winsty was woken up by a rustling sound. She opened her eyes and felt a shot put in her head, and her headache exploded.

She looked around, it was pitch black, she didn't know where she was, she could smell a very bad smell, it was not bad, it was more like a mixture of several smells.

She braced herself, her legs were weak and she could still feel the pain.

"Are you awake?" The voice came from her right side, a young male voice.

Wensty turned around abruptly, and all she saw was a pair of black and white eyes.

"Where is this?" Wensty asked.

"My studio, my name is Hank."

Winsty tightened her body, and there was a pulling pain in her legs. She realized that she was in a strange man's studio, surrounded by darkness. Her situation was not optimistic, but she didn't feel afraid. , she just recites a spell, although it is said that demon hunters are not allowed to cast spells on people at will, but the case of self-protection is an exception.

She could feel that there was another person besides this man.

"Who else is here?"

"Me." A familiar female voice.

"Is it the butler?"

"Yes."

"Why are we all here?" Winsty remembered the masked man he had seen, and this matter must have something to do with him.

The butler replied: "I don't know either. A man came over today and sprayed something on us, and I passed out. When I woke up again, I was here."

"What about you?" Wensty asked the strange man.

"I've been here all the time," he replied.

"He is the young master of this house," said the butler. "This is his studio. He really hasn't gone out today."

It turned out that he had been ordering Portuguese egg tarts with mustard.

"I can't go out now, the door is locked." Hank said.

Winsty probably understood that they were all attacked today and locked in this room.

"Where is the door? I'll go and open the lock."

"I've tried it, but it doesn't work."

"Yes, we have tried many methods, but the door still cannot be opened."

Wensty couldn't reveal that she knew how to unlock the lock, as long as she didn't set up 32-bit encryption like her mother, she would be able to open any lock.

"I want to try again."

It seems that Hank and the butler must have tried many times, and they really didn't have the confidence to open the door again. After a while, Wensty planned to open the door by herself. When she stood up, the butler also stood up.

The steward said: "I am more familiar with this place, I will lead you there."

"Thank you."

With the help of the housekeeper, Wensti came to the door. She groped for the door handle and began to whisper the lock-picking spell.

"What are you reading?"

Winsty didn't answer her. After finishing the lock-unlocking spell, she tried to open the door, thinking that she would breathe fresh air outside, but in the end she was still surrounded by a strange smell.

Lockpicking spells have no effect on this lock.