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

Wensty originally thought that she would be so excited that she couldn't fall asleep all night, but she didn't fall asleep until dawn the day before, and experienced a series of unexpected events one after another, and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

When I woke up the next day, the sun had completely cleared, and there was still the sound of birds chirping in my ears. When I went out, I found Sherlock sitting on the single sofa, surrounded by white roses. book of.

"Good morning." He looked up at Winsty and smiled.

"Good morning."

This is their first morning together.

Sherlock got up, went to the kitchen, and turned on the microwave.

The microwave oven at home is generally used by Winsty, and Sherlock occasionally uses the microwave oven to complete his small experiments, such as putting a certain human organ in the microwave oven and observing how it behaves at different temperatures.

Winsty was no stranger to Sherlock pulling two fingers out of the microwave, but what he saw wasn't fingers, or any other human organ, but two servings of steamed eggs. At that time, the shock she received was no less than knowing that the third uncle was the Duke of Hell.

Not only did he take out the steamed eggs, but he also took out two custard buns from the oven.

The kitchen was no longer another Sherlock's laboratory, and it finally got its due name from Sherlock on this day, the table was cleared, and breakfast was placed on it.

A moment worthy of being included in the history of Baker Street.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be standing like this while my other half prepares breakfast. It would be unproductive. Black coffee, two sugars, thanks."

As a pastry chef, it was a matter of course that Winsty could make a good cup of coffee. She also had good Italian coffee beans with a strong flavor. After she moved here, Sherlock never made coffee himself.

Sherlock put all the breakfast on the table and waited for Winsty to make coffee.

Winsty put a cup of coffee on his table, walked to the seat opposite him, and looked at the breakfast that Sherlock made on the table, which was rich in variety and beautiful in color.

Sherlock picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked at her, waiting for a compliment.

"Sir, did you do all this?"

"of course."

If breakfast is made by Sherlock... Wensty is actually a bit afraid to eat it. Sherlock has never shown that he is good at cooking. Before she came to Baker Street, the three meals of this gentleman were not The solution at Mrs. Hudson's is to eat various restaurants.

"Is this your first time cooking?"

"Correct."

Sure enough, it was the first time for Sherlock to cook, so she was even more afraid to eat it. The first meal of a novice is usually a disaster.

Sherlock rested his chin on his hand, with a smile on his lips, staring at Wensty, thinking to himself: Why doesn't she praise me?

"Ok."

No matter how bad a novice's first meal is, he still has to eat it to save face. Besides, no matter how disastrous Sherlock's breakfast is, can it be a disaster to her grandmother?

At least the plate of steamed eggs in front of me looked pretty good, not too dry, not too sticky, moist, with green onion on the yellow egg surface.

Oh, if grandma made it, this plate of steamed eggs would be as dark as soy sauce.

Winsty picked up the small silver spoon, scooped up a piece, and put it in her mouth. She thought it was a disaster, but unexpectedly it was good, slippery, and the taste of eggs was mixed with a hint of mellow milk.

"Is this really what you did?"

"of course."

"Is this your first time cooking?"

Sherlock still had those two words: "Of course."

"It was really unexpected."

"There's nothing unexpected about this." After Winsty took the first sip, Sherlock also picked up the small silver spoon, "It's not difficult at all, just do what it says in the book. "

When every novice learns to cook, he thinks that as long as he follows the steps in the book, he will be able to present a delicious dish in the end, but the result is often unsatisfactory.

Because in the seasoning column in the book, the word "appropriate amount" is always marked, and no one except the person who wrote the recipe can explain exactly what the "appropriate amount" is.And even if there is such a basic conscientious recipe that clearly states the content of seasonings, there will always be differences in actual cooking, and novices have to slowly explore the way.

Wensty broke open the custard bun, the outside was crispy and shiny, and the inside was soft.

I accidentally glanced at the balance in the kitchen, which contained a measuring cup filled with a layer of fine white particles.

"That measuring cup isn't filled with salt, is it?"

"It's just salt."

Sherlock made breakfast the same as he did the experiment. He saw that there were [-] grams of edible salt written in the book, so he began to weigh the grams of edible salt.

Wensty was completely convinced after hearing his words. Although Sherlock is a novice in cooking, this novice in cooking has special blessings.

"How do you like breakfast?"

"pretty good."

Sherlock tilted his head.

The neighbor's cat had the same look on his face when he brought the dried salted fish to its owner.

Generally, neighbors will pat the cat on the head and praise "well done".

"It's amazing." Winsty finally said what Sherlock wanted to hear.

Satisfied, he turned into a crease monster again.

Winsty really felt that Sherlock was a very contradictory person. He was extremely clever but also very naive, and he liked to be praised like a child.

"Sir, will you wear the big red flower you got in kindergarten for a week?"

Winsty imagined that little Sherlock had a big red flower pinned to his bow tie, and he refused to take it off no matter what, until he replaced it with a new big red flower at the next award.

But Sherlock shook his head.

Oh, Wensty thought to himself, so when I was a child, I wasn't such a stinky fart.

"I didn't go to kindergarten," said Sherlock. "Mymcroft and I were taught by my mother, who was a teacher, and taught mathematics at Oxford University, until the age of seven."

Winsty: "..."

Yeah, how could she have thought Sherlock was going to be in Kindergarten?Those kids who couldn't even spin the number 8 and could only draw two small circles to pretend to be little goldfish in his eyes.

The little one, who writes Oxford math problems, attacks the IQ of children of the same age who draw two circles, and should be taken away by the teacher.

What will happen to him then?Will cry or pouted and say: "Take it away, take it away, I don't want a stupid red flower!"

What would Sherlock be like as a child?

Sherlock could tell from the way Wensty was thinking that her thoughts had gone elsewhere. Although he didn't have mind reading skills, he could tell that what she was thinking was roughly related to his childhood.

Sure enough, the question Wensti asked in the next second hit his guess. She asked, "Sir, what did you look like when you were young?"

"Same as now."

"Same as now, with the same face length?" Wen Sidi teased.

The length of Sherlock's face was originally only a visual perception for Wensty, but before saying good night to him yesterday, Wensty had a more intuitive feeling. She kissed his lips and looked closely at his eyes. Only to find that the distance between the two is not short.

Sherlock gave her a dissatisfied look: "Smart, rational, and calm as now."

"So……"

"Don't ask me about my childhood anymore."

Sherlock stopped Winsty from asking him questions about his childhood, and he refused to answer. It was a dark time for Sherlock when he was a child. When Mycroft found other children, he always thought that his brother Sherlock was the most beautiful in the world. Stupid kid, the point is, Sherlock thought the same way when he was a child, Mycroft only needed 3 minutes to write a math problem, but he had to write 5 minutes.

Sherlock didn't want to recall that period of time at all, and every time he thought about it, he was very angry.

Seeing that Sherlock was tearing the custard bun with extra force, Wensty compromised.

Okay, don't ask if you don't ask, then let's talk about today's breakfast.

"Sir, why did you think of making breakfast today?"

On weekdays, he is fed by Wensty, and the first customer of her dessert shop every day is always him.

"It's in the books that a good boyfriend will have breakfast ready before his girlfriend wakes up."

"Which book said it?"

""Manual for Cultivating a High-quality Boyfriend" and "Treasure Book of Love"."

"Uh...why do you read this kind of book?"

Sherlock looked calm: "Study."

"Why are you learning this?"

"I hope you haven't forgotten that the two of us had entered into a relationship as a pre-marital partner last night, and the two of us have no experience. Of course, we must make up for the shortcomings through learning."

It turned out to be the case.

Winsty nodded, moved by his spirit of learning, he worked so hard, as his girlfriend, she had to speed up her pace to keep up with his spiritual state.

"What you said makes sense. I'll read the book later."

"You don't need to read the book. I have read all the relevant books last night, and I have learned a lot. You can learn from me directly. I don't mind helping you with tutoring."

It is written in "Full Score Love Strategy" that the party with good grades helps the party with poor grades to take tutoring in time, which helps to consolidate the relationship.

Between him and Winsty, Sherlock certainly thought he was the one with the better grades.

"That's fine."

It was only then that Wensty knew that falling in love with Sherlock had to be so academic.

"How do you like breakfast today?"

"It's pretty good," Winsty praised from the bottom of his heart, "It's full of color and fragrance."

Sherlock bent his lips and smiled: "Then you have to promise me a request?"

"Why is there another request. Well, let's talk and listen first."

"Never see Dr. Newman again."

—————The following is a small episode

When John was in love, he also held a bunch of love cheats and read back and forth all day long. He found every content in the book very reasonable, and there was also a notebook dedicated to remembering love tips.

Men in love will always have lower IQs.

Sherlock glanced at the book in his hand, feeling familiar between the lines.

"Give it up, John. No amount of reading like this will keep your girlfriend from leaving you."

"Hey, shut your mouth, these books are very reasonable, although you may think there is no logic at all, but love is something without logic, and you haven't read it, so you are not allowed to belittle them at will."

John defends his book.

Sherlock didn't say much, and silently played a violin piece he often played.

It wasn't until John broke up with his girlfriend that he realized what Sherlock said was right. No matter how many books he read, he couldn't guarantee that his girlfriend wouldn't leave him.

But John wouldn't say it. Suddenly, he remembered Sherlock's eyes when he said those words to him, it seemed extraordinarily deep, and a layer of fog was buried in his eyes.

The author has something to say: These days have been sweet, and I am afraid that everyone will not be able to accept it when it is really abused, so I write a little bit of abuse on a regular basis, so that when it comes to real abuse, everyone's heart tolerance will increase.

I'm such a smart guy.

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