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

Finding something lost must be one of the happiest things in the world, and that little mirror that Winston had accidentally lost was back with her.

The mirror was Wensty's ninth birthday present. After Wensty made a wish and blew out the candles, her grandmother mysteriously took out a small black wooden box, which contained the small mirror, silver. There are very exquisite patterns engraved on the back, but it is only the size of a palm, but it has weight in the hand.

Grandma said to Winsty, "You need a mirror."

Relying on the memory of her previous life, Wensty, who was only nine years old, has already mastered enough spells. Her grandmother believed that Wensty had inherited the mantle of a witch, so she gave her a small mirror.

"This is a big baby," the grandmother's pointed red nose fluttered. "It was passed down from the ancestors. She is a very powerful witch. This used to be something she carried with her."

But now Winsty has lost the precious mirror.

She sent a bunch of spirit butterflies to look for this mirror. After living under the same roof with Sherlock, Wensty was careful every time she sent spirit butterflies, for fear of showing her feet. According to Sherlock's personality, she saw a group of azure blue The butterflies around her are sure to get to the bottom of things.

Lingdie brought her back the news that she left the small mirror in Newman's private hospital.

Wensti found the phone number of Newman's Private Hospital on the Internet, and called to ask if anyone found a small mirror. The call was transferred to the guard room, where all lost items in the hospital were collected.

The guard's reply to Winsty was: "I'm sorry, we have never seen the item you mentioned."

how can that be possible?

In order to prevent any omissions, Wensty dispatched Psylocke several times, and each time they brought back the same address, which was Newman's Private Hospital.

Wensti guessed that someone picked up her mirror, but it was not handed over to the security room. Although her mirror was not expensive, it was considered an antique in size, and it was inevitable that some people who wanted to make money would take it for themselves.

Wensti planned to go to Newman's Private Hospital in person, and follow Lingdie to find that person and get the mirror back.

Just the afternoon before Wensti planned to act, she received a call: "Please send a dessert to Room A on the seventh floor of Newman Private Hospital at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning."

There was a clear and pleasant male voice on the other end of the phone, which easily reminded people of the gurgling stream in the mountains.

He seemed to know that Winsty would hand over the desserts to a special delivery team, and he specifically asked, "Miss Adams, please deliver it in person."

Wensty didn't care too much. Although eight o'clock was too early, which meant that she would have to get up at least 06:30 to prepare desserts, but she had to go to Newman's Private Hospital tomorrow. It doesn't matter.

"Okay," Winsty agreed, "What dessert would you like?"

The person at the other end seemed to be in a hurry, and said, "Whatever you want, goodbye."

He hung up the phone and left Wensty with a big problem, which was the hardest request she had ever made in her business.

It was extremely difficult for Wensty to wake up the next day. Sherlock had heard her repeatedly press the alarm clock at 10-minute intervals twice since six o'clock, and saw Wensty's door at [-]:[-] Open.

She stood at the door, had already changed her clothes, and stretched herself.

"Good morning, sir," said Winsty with a big yawn.

As usual, Sherlock had already sat on the sofa, poking his head out from behind the book: "Good morning."

Winsty rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw that the book Sherlock was holding in his hand was titled "Anatomy, Examination and Observation of Corpses".

Not one to give up easily, Sherlock has been trying to solve the mystery of the body removal.

In fact, Wensti had already told him the answer: "Sir, maybe you think I'm talking nonsense, but maybe there are unnatural and unscientific factors at work."

She came close to saying that it was my devil third uncle who did it.

"It's not possible, it's certain," Sherlock said, "You must be talking nonsense."

These days, if you tell the truth, you will still be told nonsense, Wen Sidi: "Then think about it for yourself."

She felt that Sherlock might not be able to come up with a reason if he scratched his head.

"I'm leaving, goodbye." After Wensti finished washing, she said goodbye to Sherlock.

It was obvious that Wensty was going out. Although Sherlock had already deduced it, he still asked, "Are you going out?"

"Yes." Winsty replied.

She is also going to prepare a "casual" for the guests who order desserts in Newman's private hospital.

"When will you be back?"

"It shouldn't be too long... Actually, I don't know the exact time, maybe at noon, what's the matter?" Wen Sidi asked suspiciously.

"I know a very authentic Chinese restaurant that's open from noon until two."

After Wensti had a very unauthentic Chinese meal next to the Grand Theater last time, she kept saying that one day she must have the most authentic meal.

She didn't expect Sherlock to remember, she thought that this gentleman's mind was filled with the detection and observation of corpses.

"I should be back by noon."

Winsty wasn't sure how long it would take. If the person who picked up her mirror was a scoundrel, she might spend a long time in Newman's Private Hospital.

Wensty came to the dessert shop and thought about what to do "casually". Since it was a call from the hospital, the caller might be a patient, a family member of a patient, or a medical staff. The dessert needs of the three are different. It's okay with the medical staff, but if the person ordering food is a patient, you have to find out what his taboos are.

I forgot to ask yesterday, and Wensty called back, trying to find out what the other party wanted, but the call never got through.

It really can only be done according to "casual" needs.

Wensty has prepared two desserts, one is banana muffins and the other is poplar nectar. The banana muffins are soft and delicate, and poplar nectar is sweet and sour. Both are rich in vitamins. People should have no problem eating it.

Wensty hailed a taxi and went straight to Newman's Private Hospital. The requested delivery time was eight o'clock. There was a small traffic jam on the road, and Wensty arrived a little late.

There must be no excuse for being late, even if you are only a few minutes late.The door of Room A on the seventh floor was closed tightly. Wensti knocked, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement inside.

After waiting for a while, Wensti called yesterday's order to order food. She heard the phone ring, but no one answered, and there was no one in the office.

It was past 08:30, and Wensty planned to wait another 5 minutes. If no one opened the door, she would leave the dessert at the door and leave a voice message for the customer to check.

Five minutes later, Wensti put the dessert on the ground, and when she heard the sound of running, she turned her head, and a nurse in blue uniform was running out of breath.

"I'm really sorry," she slowed down after seeing Wensty, and she was still out of breath. "Is it Miss Adams herself?"

Winsty nodded: "It's me."

"Hello, Dr. Newman, who ordered the meal, went to the rescue temporarily because the patient was bleeding heavily. He couldn't come here for the time being. He said he was sorry for keeping you waiting."

"It's okay." Winsty picked up the dessert bag and wanted to hand it to the nurse. "Can I give this to you?"

"Please hand over this trouble to Dr. Newman yourself. Dr. Newman said please wait for him in his office. I'm here to open the door for you."

As the nurse spoke, she took out the key and opened the door of the office.

"I'm sorry, I still have important things to do later, I can't wait for Dr. Newman to come back, so I'll put the things in the office."

Retrieving the lost mirror was the real purpose of Wensty's coming here. Sending desserts was just a side trip. She couldn't wait for the doctor to come back here, so she had to hurry up and get the mirror back.

But the nurse said: "You'd better wait a moment, Dr. Newman said that he picked up the important thing you lost, and he wants to return it to you in person."

"Found something important that I lost?"

"Yes."

That must be the small mirror that was left here, and Wensty became happy, with a smile on his face: "Then I'll wait here."

There was a folded paper butterfly in Wensty's pocket. She originally planned to follow the butterfly to find the mirror, but now she didn't have to.

The decoration of Dr. Newman's office is very simple and elegant. Except for a set of ordinary office desks and chairs, a set of beige fabric sofa, a transparent glass coffee table and a built-in bookshelf, there is no other furniture. There are various trophies and certificates, and there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the office. Looking out, you can see the small garden and artificial lake that comes with Newman Private Hospital. It is already summer, and the trees in the small garden are lush and the sun shines in. Sprinkled half the room.

Winsty looked at the built-in bookshelves, looking at the trophies and certificates, although he didn't know the names of the awards, but looking at the number, he knew that this doctor must be very capable.

Dr. Newman's voice is preserved in Winsty's mind. Both his and Sherlock's voices are at a level that can be recorded on reading discs, but Sherlock is suitable for reading Shakespeare, and Dr. Newman is suitable for reading Wordsworth. If he reads " The Ode to Tintern Abbey is sure to be immersive.

Dr. Newman came back to the office at ten o'clock. When he entered, Wensti was resting his head on his hands and was about to fall asleep.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Dr. Newman apologized for his late arrival.

I don't know why, the first time Winsty saw Dr. Newman, he thought of the old London. He had a slender figure, and he wore a white coat very nicely. His two thick black eyebrows hung on his eye sockets. The eye sockets are deep, with opal-like green eyes inlaid, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are square.

Winsty stood up and greeted him: "Hello, Dr. Newman."

Dr. Newman walked from the door to Wensty's side. Wensty's head suddenly began to dizzy. There seemed to be a hundred kaleidoscopes spinning in front of her eyes, and she couldn't support her body, so she half-slumped on the sofa.

Dr. Newman hurriedly supported her: "What's wrong with you?"

"Dizziness."

As soon as Dr. Newman came into contact with Wensti, she became more dizzy, and Wensti unconsciously pushed Dr. Newman who was kindly supporting her further away.

Dr. Newman seemed to realize something, took off his white coat, and hung it on the office chair.

"I just had an operation, and my body smells like blood. You may not be able to accept this smell."

"Maybe." Anyway, when Dr. Newman took off his white coat and approached again, Wensty didn't feel so dizzy anymore.

Dr. Newman poured her a glass of warm water.

"Thank you."

When Winsty recovered, she found that Dr. Newman was staring at her intently, his opal-like green eyes filled with strange joy.

The author has something to say: Everyone must know this doctor, and his identity will be revealed later, so please don't guess.

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