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

Years later, standing at the door of 221 Baker Street, Winsty must recall that distant afternoon when she brought a fresh peach pie to knock on the door of Sherlock Holmes.

She knocked on the door three times with anxiety, and saw Sherlock Holmes in black silk pajamas with fluffy curly hair.

"Good afternoon, sir." A bright smile appeared on Winsty's face, like a cup of warm and mellow afternoon black tea.

Sherlock stared at her for a few seconds: dark circles, didn't sleep well last night, flour residue on the sleeves, Mrs. Hudson's perfume, creamy, peachy, with a bag in his left hand containing peach cake or Food like peach bread, closed the store early, came to me specially...

Sherlock turned and let Winsty in.

"Sherlock has a unique view on home decoration" - Mrs. Hudson's words flashed in Wensty's mind. She recalled that when Mrs. Hudson said these words, her eyes were slightly deep, He hesitated to speak, as if a sentence was stuck in his throat, and now when he saw Sherlock's residence with his own eyes, he realized how much information was hidden in this sentence.

The so-called "unique insights on home decoration" can be summed up in one word, that is "chaos".Sherlock's house is too messy, there are teacups and measuring cylinders on the table, all kinds of instruments occupy the whole table, there is not even a little space, all kinds of books are opened, and they are placed in a mess all over the room. Put on a black plastic bag, which contains pink and blue liquid...

Sherlock had already sat on the sofa, and there was a single sofa opposite him. He looked at her, obviously waiting for her to take a seat.

Wensty walked over to sit down, and saw a skull on the closet beside her. The skull was lying on the shelf in a strange posture, and there were several holes in the wall behind.

Wensty put the pillow on the sofa behind her waist, stretched her body a little, her whole body was sore.

Sherlock captured her subtle movements: "You fell out of bed last night, and you didn't sleep well, which caused the dark circles under your eyes to be so serious today."

After listening to his words, Wensty stroked the skin under the eyes with her fingers, thinking in her heart: Are the dark circles serious?I didn't sleep well yesterday and the day before yesterday. It should be serious. I need to apply two eye masks.

Sherlock had been looking at her, and Winsty read out of his eyes: "Am I right?"

"You're right, I did fall off the bed last night," Wensty affirmed his speculation, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up with a hint of complacency, Wensty took a deep breath, explaining his The meaning of coming, "This is also the reason why I came to you."

Wensty pushed the peach pie in his hand onto the coffee table between the two sofas, and said to him: "Because I haven't found a suitable apartment yet, I can only build a small bed in a dessert shop, so I turned over." I fell to the ground. Mrs. Hudson told me that you still have a room here, and I want to ask if you can rent it to me?"

Sherlock's expression did not fluctuate, and he said leisurely: "Did you find the right one, or did you not find the right one at all?"

"No suitable one was found, and the houses on Baker Street have already been rented out."

"There's a lot of room available on the other street around the corner from Baker Street."

"I don't want to rent a house in another street, so I have to get up very early to open the store."

"It only takes six minutes to walk from that street." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, staring into Wensty's black onyx eyes, "and does your store open early?"

Wensty was choked up, her store's opening time really couldn't be said early, because she stayed in bed, and every time she opened the door, there were already customers waiting outside for a long time.

He actually knows all this? !

Sherlock: "Mr. Wang's house next door also has a vacant room. Although he has no plans to rent it out, as long as your rent is 5.00% higher than the market price, he will be happy to rent the room to you."

"5.00% above the market is too expensive for me, I can't afford to rent."

Her words were obviously judged to be false by Sherlock.

Before Sherlock gave another reason, Wensty said first: "Sir, I am a girl who left her hometown and came to London. She is lonely and has no relatives. Of course, I should choose someone I can trust to rent a house."

Sherlock looked at her: "You trust me?"

"Of course, sir." Winsty affirmed, her eyes full of sincerity.

"why?"

"Because you returned my innocence. Also, I came to London for you. Your name is William Scott. Do you remember that someone has been emailing you to ask you about something? That person is me."

"What's the name of your email account?"

"Thing." Winsty reported the account number of the pet hand, and she has been using its mailbox.

Sherlock didn't ask any more questions. He could easily see what she was thinking, but she couldn't read his mind. It took a long time for Wensty to wait for his next sentence.

He said so much just now, obviously he didn't want to rent the house to her. She had already expressed her ultimate reason. If he asked another question, she might not be able to answer it.

"Sir, so you don't intend to rent the room to me?" Wensti asked cautiously, afraid that he would give an affirmative answer in the next second.

"No."

The smile in Wensty's eyes melted: "Then you are going to rent it to me?"

"nor."

Sherlock neither said no nor would he, and Winsty couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"Then what do you mean?"

Sherlock didn't answer her, but looked at the peach pie on the coffee table, and said to Winsty, "What is this?"

"Peach pie, specially brought here for you."

Winsty added in her mind: The peach pie I made is unbeatable and delicious, but if you don't rent the room to me, you won't be able to eat it next time.

Yes, she is that stingy.

"I don't want to eat it now," said Sherlock, "you can put it in the refrigerator, thank you."

Winsti couldn't help laughing, this is actually arousing people?

However, she wants him to rent the room to her now, so she should be more friendly.

Winsty got up, took the peach pie, and walked towards the refrigerator.When I opened the refrigerator, I didn't smell any food except for a chill, but I saw a human head and two fingers inside.

Winsty: ...

Sherlock waited behind Winsty for her reaction. Mrs. Hudson once opened his refrigerator. The widow of the drug dealer screamed when she saw this scene, and burst out a few swear words, non-stop Draw a cross on the chest.

Mrs. Hudson said: "Sherlock, if you don't want to be alone for the rest of your life, get rid of your little habit of collecting human organs in the refrigerator as soon as possible. There are not many women in this world who can stand these...and men are the same."

Sherlock ignored the prefix in Mrs. Hudson's words, focusing on "not many ladies can stand this", and he was waiting for the reaction of the little girl with black hair and black eyes.

But Wensti didn't respond. She happened to belong to the lady who could bear these things. After all, she was the daughter brought up by the Adams family. Things that seemed scary to ordinary people were pediatrics in her eyes.

She moved a few fingers in to make a space in the refrigerator and put down the peach pie.

"Sir, the peach pie will taste better when it's fresh." Wensty turned around and told Sherlock.

Her complexion was the same as before, there was no panic in her eyes, and a gust of wind didn't even move a single ripple on the lake.

Sherlock nodded and asked her, "The price is the same as the market price."

"Ok?"

"When are you going to move here?"

Winsty felt that Sherlock asked her to open the refrigerator and saw the head and fingers as a test for her, to test whether she could bear his special preferences, after all, they would live together in the future, she passed the test, so he was willing to put the house Rent it to her.

When Mrs. Hudson came back, Winsty had already moved all the things into the apartment. She didn't bring many things, and it was only a suitcase. She took the suitcase and lived in the spare room directly. .

In order to celebrate her moving here, Mrs. Hudson also specially cooked. During the meal, Winsty remembered that there was still a piece of peach pie in the refrigerator, and quickly asked, "Sir, have you eaten the peach pie?"

"You opened the refrigerator just now. If your eyesight is fine, you should have seen the peach pie sitting there intact."

He hasn't eaten yet.

"Then I'll take it down and share it with everyone."

Sherlock: "No."

The peach pie was made in the afternoon, and I wanted Sherlock to serve it as an afternoon tea snack, but it's time for dinner, and if you don't eat it, it won't be fresh.

"You said it was brought to me specially."

"Yes." She did say so.

"Goldfish's vulgar etiquette is useless 80.00% of the time, but it can still be useful for the remaining 20.00%. According to the general goldfish gift-giving rules, the gift given can only be handled by the owner. Since you said It was specially brought to me, so of course I can only eat it."

"Mr. Holmes," Winsty couldn't help asking, who didn't expect a piece of peach pie to make him say so many well-founded and convincing words, "did you belong to the school's debate team when you were in college?"

"Our school's debate team did come to recruit me, but I didn't join. Their thinking is too slow, and most of the debate topics are repeated around one sentence, and they can't produce enough evidence," Sherlock said. Looking up at Winsty, he was very serious, "Also, call me Sherlock."

Mrs. Hudson looked at the two young men with a smile on her face, poured red wine into the wine glass, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and sighed, "How wonderful."