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

Dr. Newman looked at Wensty like a green-eyed cat trying to catch a flying butterfly, which made Wensty feel a little uncomfortable.

"Did you find my mirror?" Wensty asked.

"Ah, yes," Dr. Newman walked to the desk, and took out a small mirror from the drawer on the right side, "it's this side."

Dr. Newman handed the small mirror into Wensty's hands, and it was indeed the piece that Wensty had lost.

Wensty breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, it's okay, the mirror has been found, otherwise it would be a sin to lose the ancestor's mirror.

Winsty showed a grateful smile: "Thank you, Dr. Newman."

"You're welcome," Dr. Newman sat down opposite her, with a faint smile on his lips. When he smiled, there were two dimples on the corners of his lips. "You must put away such a valuable thing."

"precious?"

Winsty didn't understand what was so valuable about this mirror, it was just that it was older.

Dr. Newman smiled and nodded: "Yes, it is very valuable. This mirror was made by a very famous craftsman in the Victorian era. The pattern on the back of the mirror alone took three months of meticulous carving. The price at that time was definitely not low. Because of a string of precious pearl necklaces, good things can stand the test of time, so many years have passed, it is not worn at all, there were several duchesses who wanted to buy this mirror, and there was a big fight .”

Winsty took the mirror in her hand and looked at it carefully. She didn't know that the mirror was so big.

"You know really well." Winsty praised sincerely, Dr. Newman was like an expert in this field.

"I specialize in collecting Victorian antiques," said Dr. Newman, "and..."

Wensti didn't know if it was her illusion. When Dr. Newman talked to her, his facial features were extremely calm, but there was always joy in his eyes, like an undercurrent.

He stopped when he said "and".

Winsty: "And what?"

"And that craftsman is my great-great-grandfather. He later presented this mirror, which is favored by many noble ladies, to the lady he admired."

After listening to Dr. Newman's words, when Winsty looked at the mirror in her hand again, she saw a unique wonder behind the expensive one. Grandma said that it was a mirror left by her ancestors. Presumably her ancestors were Dr. Newman's great-grandfather who admired her. lady.

Winsty no longer felt that Dr. Newman's eyes were miraculous. He already knew the story of the past. He picked up the mirror that his great-great-grandfather had given away after wandering around. Anyone would find it miraculous.

Surprise, joy, magic and other emotions were mixed together in her heart, as if she could peel off the fog of London, and walk through the heavy time to see the past of the Victorian period. Such complex emotions only turned into two Word: "What a coincidence."

"Yeah, I was very surprised when I picked up this mirror. I only saw the description and pictures in the memoirs of my great-grandfather. When it appeared, I observed it many times to confirm that it was the one made by my great-grandfather. A mirror. Please excuse my presumptuousness," Dr. Newman moved his upper body closer to Winsty, "did you buy this mirror, or was it given to you by someone else?"

"It was given to me by my grandmother, who said it was something my ancestors carried with them."

"Then your ancestor must be the lady whom my great-great-grandfather admired, what a coincidence."

The expression on Dr. Newman's face became more amiable. He was about an arm's length away from Wenstil, and Wensty could clearly see the long eyelashes like butterfly wings on the edge of his lids.

The butterfly's wings fluttered twice, and he said, "It's almost noon. To commemorate the fate between my great-grandfather and your ancestors, Miss Adams, let me treat you to lunch."

It may be that the pleasure and surprise of chatting with Dr. Newman diluted the boredom of waiting. Wensty even forgot that she had been waiting here for an hour before Dr. Newman arrived. Including the time of talking, it was almost noon.

"Maybe not today, I already have an appointment." Winsty was not dazzled by the wonderful coincidence, she still remembered the lunch appointment with Sherlock, "Next time, next time I will treat you to lunch."

Dr. Newman didn't hold back, and sent her all the way to the hospital gate. The passing nurse greeted him calmly, and sent a message in the hospital's internal group after leaving:

I saw Dr. Newman sending a very beautiful girl to the gate of the hospital. I didn't see it!

Yes, you didn't see it, I saw it too.

Wow, this is the headline news in the hospital, I have never seen Dr. Newman surrounded by girls other than patients and medical staff.

So is this Dr. Newman's girlfriend?The two look so well matched!

Don't forget, Dr. Newman himself is also in this group.

(Glass retracts a message)

(Anita retracts a message)

(Gru retracts a message)

……

When Dr. Newman picked up his mobile phone to read the group news, there was nothing in the group except a row of reminders to withdraw the message, but in such a short period of time, many women in the hospital were heartbroken and picked them up and sewed them up. Gathered a burning soul of gossip.

Both Wensty and Dr. Newman had already forgotten about the dessert. The packaging bag containing the dessert was still on Dr. Newman's coffee table. After sending them back to the office, Dr. Newman opened the packaging bag and smelled a scent Intense cake and fruit aromas.

This is the "casual" he ordered, but the dessert maker left without listening to the customer's feedback or taking money.

Wensty had already received the address from Sherlock, it was just two blocks away from Baker Street, but Wensty had never found out that there was a Chinese restaurant there.

She wrote back to Sherlock: I'm passing now.

Wensti hailed a taxi and reported the address to the taxi driver, and 10 minutes later, the taxi stopped next to a restaurant.

Wensti looked inside, it was decorated in a western style, and it didn't look like a Chinese restaurant at all. An ordinary Chinese restaurant shouldn't hang two red lanterns at the entrance, inlaid with a plaque with pure Chinese characters, and the waiters inside Want to wear traditional Chinese clothing?

This is the address indicated in Sherlock's message. She looked around to see if there was any Chinese restaurant nearby, but she couldn't find it. At the end of her eyes, she saw a tall and straight figure walking towards her.

Sherlock walked in the sunshine of early summer in London, the weather became warmer, he put on a dark thin casual suit, walked fast and steady, the hem of the clothes swayed accordingly, he had already Seeing Wensty at the entrance of the restaurant, she looked around suspiciously, but when she saw him, her bright eyes narrowed and she smiled, filled with the sunshine at noon today.

Wensty originally thought that Sherlock's casual suit was black, but when he got closer, he realized that it was a very deep blue, just like the deepest part of the sea.

When he arrived, he pushed open the door and walked in. Only then did Wensty confirm that the non-Chinese restaurant in front of him was the very authentic Chinese restaurant that Sherlock had said.

The two of them found a seat and sat down. The boss came over enthusiastically: "Sherlock, you haven't been here for a long time. Is this beautiful lady your date?"

More than one restaurant owner recognized Winsty as Sherlock's date. It seemed that all the bosses in London thought they were each other's date as soon as they saw a man and a woman walk in side by side.

While accepting the menu handed over by the discerning waiter, Wensty clarified, "We're not dating."

The menu is full of steaks, burgers and pasta, not a single Chinese dish.

Sherlock: "Jerry, we're here for Chinese food."

The boss named Jerry came to his senses, took the menu from Wensty's hand, and gave Sherlock an "OK" gesture.

"Then you two wait a moment."

After he finished speaking, he made a call, and then went into the back kitchen to prepare dishes.

Wensty overheard some conversations. The boss called his wife and specifically said, "Sherlock and his girlfriend are here for Chinese food."

Sherlock seems to be setting the bar high here.

Jerry's wife is a tall Chinese woman with high combed hair and a very cheerful appearance. She came here to say hello to Sherlock, and then cast her eyes on Winsty: "What a beautiful lady. It's the first time Sherlock has brought someone to dinner!"

Jerry's wife's eyes burned with the usual gossiping spirit of Wensty's.

But Winsty pretended not to see it.

After exchanging pleasantries, Jerry's wife went to the back kitchen to cook. Wensti saw the food at other tables, all of which were Western-style food, and only their table served Chinese food.

"Sir, does it need to be specifically mentioned here before serving Chinese food to guests?"

"No, they don't serve Chinese food here," Sherlock saw the puzzlement in Winsty's eyes, "but—I'm not a guest, I once proved that Jerry was on his lover's bed when the robbery happened, his His lover refused to testify to him, and he returned to the family after being proved innocent, and his wife cooked me her hometown food to thank me, and her cooking is at least more authentic than 80.00% of the Chinese restaurants in London.”

After Sherlock finished speaking, he tilted his head and smiled at Winsty.

"So, did you bring me here on purpose and ask her to cook me an authentic Chinese meal?"

"Yep."

Sherlock's answer was concise and brisk, like throwing a stone into Wensty's heart, and the stone quickly melted into the lake.

She had never thought Sherlock was such a caring person before.

"Thank you."

Wensti clearly wanted to say a lot in her heart, but she could only say thank you. She never felt that her vocabulary was so weak before.

"Don't express your gratitude. If you lose your temper at me if you can't eat delicious Chinese food, I'm thinking about myself."

One thing to say, one is moved, but whenever she can't eat delicious Chinese food, she loses her temper at him.

Looking at Sherlock's expression, he seemed to think that Wensty's behavior was childish.

"When did I lose my temper with you when I couldn't eat delicious Chinese food?"

"We have only eaten Chinese food a few times in total, of course it was the last time, if you don't eat delicious Chinese food, don't talk to me."

Oh!

Winsty suddenly realized: "So you think I don't talk to you because the Chinese food there is not good."

"Of course." Sherlock was absolutely sure, otherwise what reason could there be?

Wensty had been picking and choosing between several dishes with his chopsticks that day, obviously dissatisfied with the taste of the dishes.

"Sherlock."

It was the fourth time Winsty called his name.

He heard her say, "You're so cute."