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

"That's not true," Winsty turned over in the quilt, laying on the pillow, revealing a small section of hair, and the voice in the quilt sounded muffled, "It's just that I'm very busy today."

"You haven't gotten up yet, are you busy? If you are busy, there will be no one idle in the world." Sherlock thinks that a person who sleeps until almost twelve o'clock is not qualified to say the word "busy".

"It's called replenishing energy. You also know that my dessert shop has been closed for a week. If it doesn't open again, I won't be able to pay the rent..."

"I don't need to charge your rent."

Sherlock didn't take this little money to heart at all. If Wensty didn't pay the rent, it wouldn't be a big deal.

"I can't live in vain." Wensti was extremely backbone.

Sherlock pointed out: "You have been living in vain for five months."

Winsty lifted the quilt to reveal her entire head, her hair was disheveled and covered her face, and she got up quickly.

Sherlock thought she finally figured it out, and agreed to go to the corpse after dinner with him, with a satisfied smile on his face, but Winsty just opened the drawer, took out a handful of money and gave him.

Winsty: "I don't know if it's enough, you just click, more refunds and less compensation."

"what is this?"

"Aren't you going to use your super brain today? It's okay if you don't, obviously, it's rent."

Wensty grabbed a handful of money in his hand, but Sherlock didn't take it, his face was a little stiff.

"I said I don't need to charge your rent." His voice was low.

"You are the landlord after all, I can't live in vain."

After Wensty finished speaking, she saw that Sherlock had no intention of taking the money at all.

Wensty was thinking, Sherlock didn't have any serious job, if he didn't have a serious job, he would have no income, the clothes he wore were expensive, his mouth was picky, and he didn't collect rent, how did he live?

She simply stuffed a handful of bills into Sherlock's pocket, and then fell back on the bed.

Sherlock looked at her: "You're going to make a cake for that man yesterday." His tone was affirmative.

Wensty on the bed nodded.

It seems that his super brain is still online. He was able to see through her thoughts and actions, and she had already said last night that she would make desserts for Dr. Newman. He would never forget it. Why did he ask her if she wanted it? To see the dead body?

"You gave up looking at the corpse in order to make dessert for that man yesterday?"

It wasn't Winsty's illusion this time, oh my god, why would Sherlock speak like the jilted hero's lover in that soap opera that Mrs Hudson watched.

Sherlock's blue eyes were full of doubts.

Corpses, especially murder corpses, were so interesting, so fascinating, that Winsty wouldn't look at them!

"reason."

"what?"

Sherlock got up and opened the curtains of Wensty's room. It was still raining outside, but the rain was a little lighter, and the cold light unique to rainy days entered the room.

"Give me a reason not to look at the corpse." Sherlock said.

"Don't you know that I'm going to make dessert for Dr. Newman? That's why."

Sherlock stood by the window with his back to her.

"If that's the case, you can call another dessert shop and make him a dessert."

It's really lucky that he figured it out. She opened a dessert shop herself, and asked other dessert shops to make desserts for her customers. If it spread, it would become a joke in the industry.

"You really have a clever little brain."

In Sherlock's sight was the rainy Baker Street. There were not many pedestrians on the whole street, and it was empty and lonely.

He turned around and faced Wensty who was leaning against the edge of the bed. She was combing her hair with her hands. She had straightened out the messy hair just now. Her hair was like black jade, her skin was pale, and she didn't wear lip gloss. The lips were bloodless and looked a little sick.

"It's settled."

"It's not resolved. I have already promised others that I will finish it by myself. I have to be a person who keeps my promise."

Winsty rubbed her sleepy eyes and stared at the sheets.

In fact, she knew that Dr. Newman's thoughts on her were not only as simple as a customer admiring the craftsmanship of a pastry chef, but before this veil was completely lifted, she had already inadvertently owed a "no beauty, no fading or destruction" ", I have to make up what is owed, and then let it bloom or wither, it's not her business.

The light fell behind Sherlock, and he stood against the light, his entire expression hidden in the shadows.

There was a car honking amidst the rain, Lestrade had already arrived downstairs, and Sherlock walked out alone.

"Uh, good afternoon."

Lestrade only saw Sherlock wearing a long dark blue coat. He looked behind him curiously, but he couldn't find the thin figure.

Lestrade thought that Sherlock would bring Wensty with him, and he also hoped that Sherlock would bring Wensty with him, so that when Sherlock uttered a bunch of words they didn't understand, Wensty would help explain, Even if Wensty couldn't understand or Wensty got it wrong, Sherlock wouldn't treat her like they did.

Sherlock got into the car, sat in the back seat, and said to Lestrade, "She's not going."

"Oh." Lestrade originally wanted to ask Sherlock the reason, but Winsty obviously didn't resist following him to investigate the case, and was also interested in the truth of the case, so he didn't come because he was feeling unwell.

But when he saw Sherlock's cold face through the rearview mirror, he buried his doubts in his stomach.

Lestrade understood that it must not be that Wensty was unwell, but that there were some small conflicts between her and Sherlock. , it was obvious that he was hitting the wooden warehouse, so he wouldn't be so stupid.

But he won't be so stupid, someone will always be stupid.

I don't know when it started, the people in the police station have been used to seeing Sherlock and Wen Stitch, and suddenly they only saw Sherlock alone—although they had only seen Sherlock a few months ago. Locke alone - really a little uncomfortable.

At this time, the foolish man who bumped into the wooden barn appeared, and Anderson handed the case information to Sherlock: "Hey, you had a fight with Miss Adams, why didn't she come?"

Lestrade hurriedly motioned him not to mention Winsty's name.

But Anderson didn't see Lestrade's gesture at all: "She can't stand you?"

The moment Sherlock looked up, Lestrade covered his face.

Sherlock gave Anderson a smile, although this smile couldn't be more fake, and he didn't criticize him, and rarely pronounced his name correctly.

"Lestrade, make Anderson my assistant."

Lestrade nodded, and Anderson felt a cool wind blowing behind him. In the following time, Anderson realized that Sherlock had mispronounced his name and satirized him from time to time. Sherlock was kind enough, as long as Sherlock was willing, He is fully capable of torturing people in different ways.

The murder case was solved, and Anderson felt that the whole person was almost useless, and he wanted to apply for annual leave.

It was almost time for dinner, and it was raining and it was getting dark earlier than usual, and Sherlock and Lestrade walked side by side.

"I can't have dinner with you tonight," Lestrade said with a sweet smile on his face, "my wife wants to have dinner with me."

Sherlock frowned: "Then you have to be careful."

"why?"

"There is an 80.00% probability that she came to you to ask for money. You should have paid your salary within the past three days, and the amount she proposed will not be less than 70.00% of your salary."

"Sherlock!" Lestrade wanted Sherlock not to speculate about his wife, but Sherlock's deduction should be correct.

Lestrade's heart was full of twists and turns, and he sighed: "It's all because I'm too busy with work, and it's no wonder that my wife's feelings for me are getting weaker and weaker. I should care about her more."

"Oh, I don't think so. You should find someone who appreciates the dedication you put into your work. Obviously your wife is not for you."

"It's hard to find such a person. Who would appreciate a person who is busy working all day?"

"My brother," said Sherlock quietly, "Mycroft Holmes."

Lestrade smiled: "We are not talking about the same topic."

The two were walking and passed a flower shop.

Lestrade stopped in his tracks: "I want to bring back a bouquet of flowers for my wife."

The flower shop is full of all kinds of flowers, each of which is delicate and bright. Spring has passed, but the flower shop can hide the next spring.

Sherlock stood at the door of the store, thinking about the fragrance in the room.

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Winsty got out of bed not long after Sherlock left. She stood by the window just in time to see Lestrade's car driving Sherlock away.

The car left in the rain and disappeared into the oil-painted streets of London. There was a burst of sadness in my heart for no reason, and some feelings of parting were born, but the inspiration came suddenly.

She knew what to do with Dr. Newman's dessert.

Wensty found some stamen honey, and planned to make small square cakes with various flavors, and to preserve the original fragrance of the flowers to the greatest extent. Although the beauty will fade, the fragrance will last forever, as long as it stays With the memory of flowers, the flowers will always be in full bloom.

In the middle of her work, Wensti received a call from Dr. Newman.

The voice on the other end of the phone is still the same gentle: "I think you are making my dessert now."

"Yes," Wensty was kneading the dough, her phone was inconveniently sandwiched between her ears and shoulders, "Happy birthday."

There was a chuckle over there: "Thank you, can I make a birthday wish?"

"Well... let's talk about it."

"Can you deliver the dessert yourself?"

This is no problem.

Dr. Newman reported the address and time. The delivery address was not the Newman Hospital where he worked, but it was normal. You can always relax on your birthday.

Winsty took out a pen and paper and wrote down the address in case she forgot.

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