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

Every morning, Morticia would walk to the window with a bouquet of roses in her hand, and the wind would blow, and the scent of roses would fill her heart.

"Spring is here." Motisia plucked the flowers, her pale face was full of sweetness.

Spring cannot bring joy to Morticia.The vast majority of people will have their favorite and boring seasons. In the past, Motisia liked autumn the most. It was the season of life decay. When the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain falls, the plants wither one by one, the leaves fall one by one, and everything falls apart. What a beautiful sight to lose a life.In contrast, spring, when all things come back to life, is the most depressing season for her.

But everything changed when she was 20 years old.

20-year-old Morticia met her lover at her cousin's funeral. When Gomez dug her out of the coffin, she felt that all the flowers withered at that moment. She witnessed the most beautiful in the world Things, the depressing spring began to become wonderful.

Motisia's blue-red lips were smiling, but the movements of his hands did not stop because of the memories. Bright roses fell from the branches and covered the table.

In a decadent old castle, a woman wearing a black velvet mermaid dress, with long black hair reaching her waist, with a face as pale as snow, and with blood-red lipstick and nail polish cuts off delicate roses—this scene is weird no matter how you look at it.

But Wensty, who has lived in this weird environment for 13 years, has not stirred any waves in her heart. She walked to Morticia, looked at the roses falling on the table, and said, "Mom, I can put these Are the roses taken away?"

Roses are the only living plants in the Adams Manor, and they were kept because Morticia liked the thorns on the stems of roses. This heavy red somewhat embellishes the Adams Manor, which is full of dead branches and leaves.

The way Morticia handles roses has always been to let Luke bury them in the backyard. She thinks that what came out of the earth should naturally be returned to the earth.

"Of course." Motisia's eyes are gentle. Although she doesn't think roses are beautiful, she allows the child to have a different vision from hers. The difference is also the fun of the world.

Winsty swept the roses into a beautifully carved lacquer box, and the smooth black surface of the box made the flowers even more delicate.

Wensti left holding the lacquer box full of roses, and Morticia kept watching her with gentle eyes.

Wensty wore a dark green corduroy dress, with two long braids hanging on her shoulders, and a delicate little bow tie on her head. Her waist was soft, her calves were slender, and her stature was gradually growing. The deserted shelter of Adams Manor Can't hold her vitality.

She is like spring.

A thought suddenly popped up in Motisia's heart, that her little girl might also meet someone she loves one spring.

Winsty didn't realize what her mother was thinking. She felt that today was especially cute during the days when she couldn't go out and couldn't find Sherlock Holmes.

She came to the kitchen with the lacquer box, and the grandmother poked her head out: "What are you going to do?"

"Rose cake."

It's not the first time for Winsty to make rose cakes. She has tried them before, but her family doesn't like the taste of rose cakes, so she makes less.

The grandmother recalled the taste of the rose cake made by Wensty, it was delicious and sweet, it was too bad, she frowned, shook her head and left, not knowing that her granddaughter obviously had no talent in making desserts, why Still so enthusiastic.

But this was Wensty's hobby, and she didn't interfere.

Before leaving, grandma reminded Wensty: "There is the seasoning I made in the third jar on your left, you can try it."

Grandma's implication: it might make your food taste a little weirder.

"Thank you, grandma." Winsty smiled at grandma, thanking her for her kindness.

But thank you, thank you, she will not touch her grandmother's seasoning, she doesn't want a rose cake mixed with the taste of salted fish.

Rose, warms the stomach and invigorates the spleen, soothes the liver and relieves stagnation, it is most suitable for making snacks.

Wensty tore off the rose petals one by one, spread them densely in a glass bowl, sprinkled in a spoonful of brown sugar and salt, and repeated this several times until all the rose petals were covered like a thin quilt glass bowl.

"Winsty, be careful."

Wensty didn't take it seriously when she heard Pugsley's exclamation. She didn't even need to look to know that there must be a foil sword heading straight for her head.

With a wave of his hand, Winston turned the foil and returned to Pugsley's hand, while she continued to fiddle with the work in her hand.

"Thank you," Pugsley trotted to Wensty's side holding the sword, "You are making rose sauce, are you going to make rose cakes? Why are you making so much?"

Only Winsty at home eats the food she cooks herself. She only cooks for one person each time, but this time she prepared extra.

"Because," Winsty laughed, his black grape-like eyes glowed with joy, "spring is here."

Pugsley didn't know what to be happy about the arrival of spring.Unlike Winsty, Pugsley is an out-and-out "Adams". His favorite season is winter, because everything is sealed by winter, and spring has unsealed it. He is tired of spring.

It was also because of Pugsli that Motisia and Gomez did not suspect that the Adamsian educational philosophy they had always followed was wrong.

Although Pugsley didn't understand what's so good about spring, he still helped Wensty mash the rose petals dipped in brown sugar and salt with honey. The aroma of roses and honey mixed together was refreshing.

"You're so good at learning Charms, why don't you use Charms to do this?" Pugsley asked Winsty.

Pugsley has read a lot of knight novels. Not only did he find the role of a dragon for himself, he also found a role for other members of his family, such as Wen Sidi. He thinks Wen Si Di is the most evil witch in the novel. , You can call wind and rain with just one incantation, so why do you need to do such trivial things.

"Because, I like it."

Watching the food take shape in her hands, her heart is filled with a great sense of accomplishment, especially when meeting someone who likes the food she makes, it is simply a sense of accomplishment.

In the past, she didn't study spells seriously, and her mind was all on studying how to make delicious food. When she came here, she spent a lot more time reading spells than before, both for the task and for self-protection, but she didn't let go of this. interest.

It's just that people in the family don't like the taste of the food she makes. There is an empty plate of delicious food, but no one tastes it. It seems that she can't find Bole's Maxima.

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Sherlock didn't know why he was so loved by the butterflies in Bloom town. He was greeted up the mountain by a bunch of butterflies today.

The fog on the mountain today is not as heavy as yesterday, and the butterflies are still tirelessly acting as guides. Sherlock has not forgotten to bring flowers to the girl in the castle. He did not enter the castle yesterday, so he has to find a chance to go in today to find out.

Spring is here, wildflowers are everywhere, and Sherlock didn't bother to look for it. Picking a handful at random is already more beautiful than the one wrapped in the flower shop.

He walked and picked all the way, and when he reached the old castle, he already held a bouquet full of flowers in his hand.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a dark green figure running towards him carrying a bamboo basket. In the spring morning light, she looked like a green bird. This figure was hidden in Sherlock's mind. Years later, the two have separated, and this running figure often comes out of memory, just like today.Judging from the speed at which she was running, she had been waiting for him for a while.

"Hey, I brought flowers," Sherlock shook the flowers in his hand, "you open the door."

He needs to go inside and take a look.

"Just pass me the flowers through the crack of the iron gate."

From yesterday to today, the girl has been preventing him from going in. Even if he doesn't believe in ghosts, he still thinks that there are secrets hidden in the castle.

Sherlock passed the flowers in his hand to the girl one by one through the iron door. His attitude was friendly and he hid the question in his voice: "The flowers on the mountain bloom very well. You live on the mountain. Why don't you How about picking some yourself?"

This brings up Wensty's sadness. She also wants to go out to pick flowers, and she still wants to go out to find Sherlock Holmes?

But Mom and Dad won't let her go. Once she tries to go out, the iron gate will automatically sound an alarm, and then the whole family will gather around her.

"Parents won't let it?"

He has seen it.

Winsty nodded: "Our family only goes out once in a long time."

Also specially picked in autumn and winter.

Sherlock wrote down this key message, and he continued to ask: "So every time someone brings flowers... That's right, I always pick and send flowers, if I always need people, can I do it? deliver?"

There was a sour smile on Sherlock's face. He looked like a poor man who was struggling financially and begging someone to give him a job.

"Of course." Winsty said in a lively tone, "You are the only stranger who has been here, and I have only taken flowers from you."

It would be great if someone actually wants to send flowers for a long time.

She didn't hide her eyes, smiled sincerely, and spoke lightly. She didn't lie.

Winsty held the flower with half her arms, and with the other half pulled a shiny little thing out of the pocket of her skirt.

"I don't have any money to give you," Winsty said, "so is it okay to show you this?"

What she took out was an emerald, which was small in size but good in color.

"Thank you so much!"

Sherlock felt that normal poor people would react like this when receiving gems, so he took the gems and touched Wensty's tender fingers, pretending to be excited.

Wensty wanted to give him money at first, but he searched the house and couldn't find any banknotes, so he had to pick this one out of a pile of jewels and give it to him.

"By the way, there's also this." Winsty took out a bag of paper packets from the bamboo basket on the ground, "I'll give you something to eat on the way."

The author has something to say: It’s the outbreak period, everyone try not to go out, I can’t buy a mask anymore, after this period, I should control it, treat it, and I’ll be fine.

Hope everyone is healthy

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My guide asked me to write the paper quickly, so this article will be changed every other day, and I will not abandon it.