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

"Winsty Adams, you have to trust me."

How should I describe the sincerity in Sherlock's eyes? When he glanced over, there was silence in all directions, not even the sound of the wind. She could see the openness and heat in his eyes, like a gentle fire burning with.

"Okay," Wensty continued in silence just now, with a hoarse voice, "I believe in you."

She has no reason not to trust him, not only because of her girlfriend's trust, but also because of respect for his character.

Sherlock Holmes, if he wants, he can be the most outstanding criminal genius in the world, but he puts a wealth of knowledge and full of feelings into each case, although he will be extremely excited when he hears about a murder, but That was the seasoning of his life, and besides that, he did not personally operate a crime. Compared with some geniuses who used crimes to prove their unparalleled wisdom, his purpose was much purer and kinder.

Hearing Wensty's reply, and seeing an emotion called "certainty" in her eyes, Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.

They arrived at the "relatively safe" place that Sherlock said in the evening. There were no iron walls there, but a courtyard in the countryside with white walls and a painted red roof.

Sherlock parked the car outside the yard and said to Winsty, "We've arrived, a place where Mycroft would never dare to mess around."

The setting sun made the sky half red, and a laurel tree was planted in the yard, exuding a faint fragrance, and a stone road paved in front of the house extended to the courtyard entrance.

When Winsty saw this house for the first time, she felt a long-lost intimacy in her heart. She was sure she had never been to this place before, but she was like a traveler returning home. Disappears when opened.

A middle-aged woman walked out of the yard. Her figure was slightly fatter, but her complexion was very ruddy. From her handsome features, she could see the charm of her youth.

She was very happy when she saw the two people outside the yard, and walked over to open the door for them with a big smile.

"I've been away for so long, so I'm still willing to come back." Seeing Sherlock, the middle-aged woman looked at him complainingly, but her tone was cheerful.

When she saw Wensty behind Sherlock, the complaints in her eyes were gone. She held Wensty's hand, and her gentle and kind eyes were full of joy.

"Hello, Mrs. Holmes."

That's right, this middle-aged woman is none other than the mother of Sherlock and Mycroft. The "Ms. Holmes" they called, this place where Mycroft would never dare to mess around is their home. Only the mother of the British government can subdue the British government.

When Wensty returned a polite smile, she was a little thankful that she had taken a hot bath in the morning after hearing Sherlock's words. She needed to tidy up when she saw Mycroft, let alone Sherlock's parents?It's just that this came too hastily, and came empty-handed, which was too rude.

Mrs. Holmes welcomed them in, holding Winsty's hand all the way.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Holmes, I came here in a hurry this time, so I didn't bring a gift. It's really rude."

"It's okay, my dear," Mrs. Holmes didn't mind, she said heartily, "It's already a good gift for you to bring Sherlock back. You were all good when you came. I haven't cooked yet. We can Let's have dinner together, Sherlock hasn't had dinner with his father and me for several years, Sherlock, don't look at your phone while walking!"

When Mrs. Holmes mentioned that Sherlock hadn't had dinner with them for a long time, she turned around and glanced. Sherlock was typing on the keyboard of the mobile phone.

Sherlock smiled obediently, nodded, held the phone behind his back, and sent a text message to Mycroft.

The guards who were left behind by Sherlock have already caught up. They found the conspicuous Maybach sports car in front of an ordinary courtyard. When they saw the bright color of the body, the captain of the guards became angry. Ordinary hostage-takers snatch cars with low-key colors, but this hostage-taker is good, grabbing a car with such a dazzling color is clearly arrogant, and every time he follows them, he feels that he is being ridiculed.

Now that the car is parked outside the courtyard, even a bird with strong wings will get sleepy sometimes. When the bird is tired, it is a good time for the hunter to dispatch.

The captain of the guard gave an order to his subordinates to surround the yard calmly, and as long as they waited for a suitable opportunity, they could take down the arrogant hostage-taker in one fell swoop.

The cell phone rang again at this time.

"Who's cell phone isn't muted?" The captain cursed in a low voice. The voice came from the little guard. He glared at the little guard fiercely. The ringing of the cell phone could easily reveal their ambush.

The little guard was a little aggrieved. Although the ringtone of the mobile phone came from him, the mobile phone did not belong to him.

It was clearly the captain's cell phone in his pocket.

"Why don't you hang up the phone?"

"Can't hang up," the little guard ran to the captain from his ambush, "Sir Holmes' call."

The captain of the guard hurriedly answered, and 1 minute later, he gave the order to evacuate.

On the way back, the captain of the guard looked uneasy, and the little guard asked cautiously, "Captain, what's wrong with you?"

The captain of the guard cast a gloomy glance at him, and said in great frustration: "Mr. Holmes said that the pursuit of the hostage-taker was a practical exercise. The hostage-taker had already reached his destination but we didn't catch up. He expressed his appreciation for our ability to pursue him." Suspect."

The little guard was not so depressed. After what the captain said, he understood why his team was so sloppy and why he was able to receive the task of chasing down the major murderer. If it was just an actual combat exercise, it would make sense.

But in the whole team, only the little guard who just arrived saw this through. The others were in a depressed atmosphere, bowing their heads without saying a word. On the way back to London, the little guard seemed to see the In the black car that passed them was Sherlock Holmes.

Contrary to the mournful atmosphere of the guard, the Holmes courtyard was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

In addition to Mrs. Holmes, Winsty also met Mr. Holmes. He was also a hearty person with very handsome facial features. When Winsty saw him, he was watering a pot of green plants.

Mrs. Holmes said she was going to make dinner, and Wensty came to help.

Mrs. Holmes: "No need, the journey must be very hard, you should rest."

"Mom," Sherlock said, "If you want me to eat dinner normally, please let her in to help. If you don't mind, you can give her all the use of the kitchen."

"Your mother has improved greatly in her trade," said Mr. Holmes for his wife.

"is it?"

Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Holmes nodded vigorously, and they looked at each other tacitly, knowing that they were lying to each other.

Mrs. Holmes's craftsmanship is only Mr. Holmes can eat it, and he is full of praise.

Sherlock smiled gracefully: "I don't believe it. Judging from the eyes of the two of you, you must be lying. I have been deceived many times because of family affection. Please avoid looking at each other before lying next time, it is too easy to be seen through gone."

"Whatarude boy!"

(what a rude boy)

Mrs. Holmes was provoked by the impolite boy Sherlock, and angrily took Wensty's hand and walked to the kitchen.

Wensty originally wanted to help Mrs. Holmes, she didn't want full use of the kitchen, but after witnessing a series of operations by Mrs. Holmes, she could only roll up her sleeves with a smile: "Let me do it."

Although Mrs. Holmes's dinner disaster is not as bad as her grandmother's, but after seeing her treat sugar as salt and MSG as sugar, she understands the meaning of what Sherlock said earlier, "eat dinner normally".

Mrs. Holmes was originally a professor of mathematics at Oxford University. She has extremely high talents and attainments in mathematics. When God opens a door, she also closes a window. She really has no talent in cooking, but she can persevere It is also because of Mr. Holmes' constant encouragement to continue to do it bravely.

Wensty was quick at making dinner, and Mrs. Holmes couldn't help her if she wanted to, so she stood aside and chatted with her leaning against the wall.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Winsty, Wensty Adams."

"Wednesday?"

"Yes, I was born on a Wednesday."

"What a lovely name." Mrs. Holmes turned around inadvertently and found Sherlock standing at the kitchen door. "Why are you here?"

Sherlock's eyes were clearly on Winsty.

Mrs. Holmes was still angry, she pushed Sherlock out: "Hey, we two want to have some whispers, get out!" After finishing speaking, she locked the kitchen door.

Mrs. Holmes clapped her hands refreshed, and Winsty was amused by the scene of mother and child fighting.

"Oh, dear Winsty, thank you for letting me see another side of Sherlock. The kitchen was just a laboratory in his eyes. He usually comes to the kitchen for the progress of the experiment. I didn't expect that apart from the dissected frog I'm so relieved that there's something more than headless snakes and eyeball-less skeletons to draw Sherlock to the kitchen."

Winsty: "..."

After realizing what she said, Mrs. Holmes quickly covered her mouth: "Maybe you don't know that Sherlock likes to do these experiments. In fact, this is just his research. He is definitely not a pervert. You can rest assured about that."

"It's okay, I've seen him stuff eyeballs in the refrigerator."

"You don't mind these?"

Winsty shook her head: "I don't mind."

Mrs. Holmes has always been worried that Sherlock's girlfriend can't stand his special habits, but Sherlock is worthy of his son, and he can find a girl who doesn't mind his special habits.

"That would be wonderful," said Mrs. Holmes from the bottom of her heart. "When are you going to get married?"

Winsty, who was rolling out the dough, paused for a moment: "Uh...we haven't gotten to this point yet."

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Mrs. Holmes. "I am an enlightened mother, and you are still young, so you can get engaged first."

It has been a long time since the Holmes family held a wedding banquet. Looking at the appearance of Sherlock and Mycroft, she was worried whether this situation would continue, and whether the surname Holmes would be discontinued in their generation, but God forbid at least one of her sons has found a future mate...

However, at this time, another son who did not find a future partner appeared at the door of the house holding a bouquet of white peonies, and shouted to everyone: "Surprise."

But when everyone saw him, they didn't feel Surprise at all.

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