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

Sherlock glanced at the big pink suitcase that Winsty had prepared. A small half of it took up her luggage, and the other half was empty.

"I remember very clearly that you have a small red suitcase."

It is obviously "overkill" to pack such a small amount of things in such a large suitcase.

"That's right." Wensty held a piece of white paper in his left hand, which was densely written with words, and held a pen in his right hand to draw on it.

"Your luggage would fit better in that little suitcase."

"Of course I know that," Winsty said next to her pink suitcase, seeing his black suitcase, which was about the same size as her small red suitcase, containing Sherlock's luggage, "but I always come to London like this It’s been a long time, and it’s only reasonable to bring some special products back home.”

The large empty space in the pink suitcase is used to pack London specialties.

The densely written paper in Wensti's hand was full of the list of London specialties she had checked on the computer last night. There was still a whole morning before the train departed, and she planned to buy some back.

Sherlock thought for a while and asked her: "Does your family pay much attention to these etiquettes?"

"That's not true. Our family is very casual, but it's just my wish." Winsty ticked off the list with a casual tone.

Sherlock picked up the phone and stopped answering.

Winsty finally outlined a few special products on the list that were in line with the family's preferences and were convenient to buy. The paper was messed up by her, so she took a new piece of paper and copied it.

She folded up the new list and said to Sherlock: "Sir, I went out to do some shopping. If you don't come back in time at noon, you can have lunch yourself without waiting for me."

Then the door was softly shut, and there was a pleasant sound of steps on the stairs.

Sherlock put down his phone, walked to the desk, and picked up the old list that was scribbled in a mess.

The sun was shining, and Wensty felt unfriendly as soon as she went out. The shops she was going to were all located some distance away from Baker Street, but she had waited for a long time but could not get a taxi.

So how does Sherlock manage to hail an empty taxi in London every time?This is really an unsolved mystery.

An empty taxi was coming from the right, and Wensty reached out to stop it, but a small white car came from the left and stopped in front of her, blocking her figure. He didn't see Winsty, and drove straight to the next intersection.

This white car didn't come early or late, but it had to wait until the taxi was available, and it just happened to stop in front of her, blocking her figure.

If it wasn't for Wensty's acquaintance with such a few people in London, the only cheap third uncle who had a car drove an all-black antique car. She really felt that the owner of the white car was deliberately against her.

Winsty took a few steps forward, thinking that if she couldn't wait for an empty taxi, she would call Sherlock down and ask him to flag down a taxi.

Anyway, with such a good innate skill, although she doesn't have it herself, she can rub against Sherlock.

Wensty walked in front of the white car, as if luck had exploded, empty taxis drove up on both sides of her, but the moment she stretched out her hand, the white car followed closely and blocked her again figure.

Wensty and the two empty taxis just missed it.

She took a few steps forward, and the white car followed immediately. Wensti understood that the owner of the car did it on purpose.

She knocked on the car window, wanting to ask the car owner why he had been following her all this time, the car window rolled down slowly, and the car owner's face was gradually revealed, and when she saw those gentle green eyes, Winsty recognized him .

"Doctor Newman, why are you here?" Winsty was a little surprised.

In Winsty's impression, Dr. Newman has always been a busy man. He has countless surgeries to do and countless patients to see, so there's no reason to appear here.

There was a smile in those emerald green eyes.

"Closed today," replied Dr. Newman, "to see you."

He was as close as if he came to visit an old friend, but Wensty and him had only met once. Although he called every day to order desserts in different ways, he hung up the phone after finishing the puzzle, and all the words were added. It doesn't exceed thirty sentences, the two people really don't know each other that well.

When he said this, Wen Sidi didn't know how to answer it, so he could only pass it off with a smile.

"But it seems to be an unlucky time. You seem to be going out?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll give you a ride."

During the time the two of them were talking, there was no taxi coming, and I don't know how long the wait would be.

"Thank you then."

Dr. Newman got out of the car, opened the door on the other side for Wensty, and put his hand on her head to prevent her from accidentally hitting the roof of the car.

Wensti noticed his small movements, thanked him lightly, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart that Dr. Newman is really a caring person.

In Dr. Newman's car, there was a particularly pleasant smell of cedar, like a secret fragrance that had accumulated after a long winter.

Every time Winsty saw Dr. Newman, it felt like years had passed.

"Fasten your seat belt," Dr. Newman reminded.

He drove at a steady speed, just like him, showing ease in his bones. No matter how difficult and complicated the nurses and interns in the hospital encountered, when they saw Dr. Newman put on the surgical gown, it didn't matter. The moment I picked up the scalpel unhurriedly, I felt relieved.

"Dr. Newman has a way," they said.

"The desserts you made are very delicious and very much to my liking." Doctor Newman commented on Wensty's craftsmanship for the first time after ordering desserts for almost 20 days.

Although many people have praised Wensty's craftsmanship, some people's praises are always different. These people include: her family, but the taste of the Adams family is indeed unique. They have never I praised Wensty's craftsmanship, but I only praised a few words when I saw her carving and arranging;

Mycroft, although he is just a small civil servant working in the government according to Sherlock, but this small civil servant has eaten countless state banquets, and he has become a frequent customer in the dessert shop, which can be regarded as a signboard hangs on the door;

Sherlock, Sherlock has a particularly tricky mouth. His requirements for food are like doing a precise chemical experiment. The taste of each taste must be calculated. Sweetness should not be greasy, freshness should not be salty. Serving good taste is really not an easy task. Sometimes Wensty wonders how skilled Mrs. Holmes is, and she can pull Sherlock to such a big size. You must know that if this gentleman is not satisfied with the taste at all, , he will not eat;

The other one is Dr. Newman. There is no other reason. After all, the two of them have played guessing and solving puzzles for so long. His compliment shows that Winsty got a high score in the puzzle-solving part.

Winsty smiled brightly: "Thank you."

Dr. Newman also had a smile on his face: "Then why don't you plan to do the 'no beauty, no decay or destruction'?"

"Because I have to go home," Winsty explained, "I won't be back until about a week ago. I'm in the car this afternoon, so I can't make this dessert."

"Then postpone it. Summer hasn't passed when you come back. As long as I can eat this dessert before the end of summer, I will be satisfied."

Dr. Newman prolongs Winsty's time solving puzzles.

"Where is your home?"

"Bloomtown, I don't know if you've heard of it."

"Not only have I heard about it." Dr. Newman's eyes were slightly deep, as if recalling the past, "I have been there once."

"is it?"

"Well, five years ago, I went there to deal with some things, and the flowers there bloomed very beautifully."

When Dr. Newman said the last sentence, his tone was extremely gentle, and Wensty could hear the poetic feeling in his tone. They all said that the flowers in Broome Town are blooming beautifully, and the flower market is famous all over the UK, but she never See you.

The only basket of flowers she received was brought to her by a flower picker. The wild flowers in the mountains and forests, with the slightly moist earth fragrance, briefly awakened the sleeping spring in Adams Manor.

Dr. Newman drove Winsty to the store she was going to, and patiently accompanied her through many stores.

The things Wensty wants to buy are weird, such as a bottle of fart-scented air, a set of figurines of dragons and zombies, a bunch of snacks that don’t look good, and a series of pictures that look like they ate children. lipstick...

"Would you like to try the color?" Dr. Newman suggested softly as he watched Wensty clear out some of the darkest lipsticks on the shelf.

Winsty is still a young girl, and she is really not suitable for wearing such a dark lipstick.

"No need," Wensty waved his hand, continuing to sweep the darkest eye shadow and nail polish, "I didn't paint it myself."

The make-up salesperson smiled and recommended all kinds of products for her graciously, but Wensti had a very clear shopping goal and completely ignored the salesperson's recommendation, so the salesperson turned her attention to Dr. Newman.

Wensty browsed among the various counters, and Dr. Newman sat on the sofa in the center of the store and waited for him.

The salesperson held a lipstick and handed it to Dr. Newman: "Sir, your girlfriend must look very good in this color."

In the eyes of the salesperson, the handsome Dr. Newman and the charming Winsty must be a couple.Nowadays, it is very rare for a man to accompany his girlfriend to a makeup store. This kind of man who not only waits patiently, but also allows his girlfriend to buy everything is simply a masterpiece in the world.

The lipstick that the salesperson picked out was a warm and soft pink bean paste color. She said: "This is the best-selling color in our 'Encounter' series. It will look good on your girlfriend's lips."

Dr. Newman glanced at the lipstick that the salesperson had picked out, and said calmly: "Then wrap up all this series, can it be packed in a separate gift box?"

"Okay!" The salesperson, who only wanted to sell one piece, unexpectedly sold a whole set, and couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Doctor Newman's eyes followed Wensti all the time, as if afraid that she would run away.

The salesperson felt like he was being fed a mouthful of dog food.

"Sir, let's go and pack it for you."

"I'll pack it myself."

what? !

The salesperson's eyes widened. After selling the goods for so long, it was the first time she saw a customer who wanted to pack them herself.

She watched as the customer carefully selected a dark blue gift box, cut a piece of thin white thread and wound it into a bow. His movements were quick and elegant, his expression was focused and serious, and his level of detail was no less than that of any operation. .

Dr. Newman's handsome profile fell into the salesperson's eyes, and only one voice roared in her heart: What kind of fairy boyfriend is this, why do all good men have their own names!

The author has something to say: Let’s give the male second a little bit of presence. In the next chapter, Xiao Xia and Wen Wen will go back together. Will he get along well with the Adams family, or will he get along well?