[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Anyway, Christmas came on time.As Sherlock said before, it seems that criminals in London are all over the holidays, and Scotland Yard can have a holiday. "It's boring to look at!" he complained, wandering around the room in silk pajamas, putting nicotine patches on his arms, doing yoga poses on the sofa like a big cat, and finally started shooting the wall with a gun Bang bang bang shoot.

Wei Yang was helping Mrs. Hudson in the downstairs kitchen. Hearing this voice, his face turned green.Is that okay?Noise complaints from neighbors?

Mrs. Hudson was here to play her pivotal role. "I have to go upstairs to remind him," she complained, although it sounded in a tone she was used to, "Although Mrs. Turner and I explained it every time, but today is Christmas Eve!" She muttered Opening the door, he turned around and said affirmatively: "Yang, you are so much better than him!"

Wei Yang could only show his hands to this, and then continued his cooking plan.That's right, stir fry.Mrs. Hudson took care of the turkey, dessert and fruit for dinner, and he took care of a little home cooking.He thinks that his cooking is not particularly good, but it definitely does not belong to the level of dark cuisine, and he does not know how many grades are higher than the Stargazing School.

Originally, if only Jasmine agreed to him, he would definitely go out and book a restaurant directly.It's a pity that Sherlock insisted on inserting himself in the middle, as if preventing him, a playboy, from abducting Jasmine.In the end, he could only reach a compromise (in fact, he was secretly happy), and promised that they would all spend Christmas under the eyes of 221B Sherlock.In view of his familiarity with Mrs. Hudson, he arrived more than a week early and was drawn into the kitchen.

It's not bad, maybe it can increase the favorability of another star-maybe half a star is fine?Wei Yang thought to himself.Just as he was putting away a plate, the doorbell rang suddenly.He guessed that Mrs. Hudson was cleaning up the mess Sherlock had made, so he went out to open the door first. "Mo..." Seeing the people outside, he got a word stuck in his throat.

Mycroft, who wore a three-piece suit all the time, was smiling at him, the kind that could be measured with a ruler.He was carrying a long black umbrella with some snow on it. "Hello, Mr. Wei," he was not surprised that Wei Yang came to open the door, "I'm looking for my brother, Sherlock Holmes."

Wei Yang silently made way for him.Although he was very impulsive and threw the door on the opponent's nose, it was estimated that only Sherlock could do this, and there were no consequences for doing it.

Mycroft entered the door reservedly and made his way to the stairs.Wei Yang thought he would go upstairs directly, but after he went up two steps, he stopped suddenly. "You ordered takeaway?" His logic is very simple, Sherlock - actually can cook, but it is difficult to cook, Mrs Hudson - can't cook Chinese food, others - haven't come yet, as for this Rich second generation - also very unlikely.

"If you want to talk about the new cook, it's me." Wei Yang said not politely.Then he closed the door and went straight back into the kitchen, not seeing Mycroft raise both eyebrows behind him.

Molly arrived later, and she brought a small gift for everyone.Except Mycroft, who came uninvited.But obviously, the British government doesn't care about this kind of thing.Wei Yang originally asked her to wait on the second floor, and he and Mrs. Hudson would go up in a while; but she didn't stay for two seconds and went downstairs again, and almost at the same time, there was a hoarse and mocking violin sound upstairs.

Forgive Wei Yang for only thinking of such adjectives, for a moment he even thought that Sherlock was sawing wood upstairs.As for why it was Sherlock and not Mycroft, it was because the latter was a typical English gentleman, or at least Mycroft tried to appear to be.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson roared helplessly, then turned to Wei Yang and the frightened Jasmine and said, "Let's hurry up."

As soon as Wei Yang went upstairs, he saw the two Holmes brothers sitting on the sofa facing each other, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.No one spoke, Mycroft was turning the umbrella in his hand, and Sherlock said the last two sentences sawing wood as if venting his anger.This is really bad luck, Wei Yang thought.If the British government makes a fuss here, his favorability plan will probably come to an end.

Fortunately, Sherlock is quite supportive, although the way is rather weird.He sniffled, then turned his head to Wei Yang. "You did?" He was a little skeptical.Although rational deduction told him that Wei Yang did it, he still felt that it was a bit illogical.Why does a son-in-law know how to cook, and he looks pretty good? "It won't poison us, will it?" he added.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson was clearly telling him to shut up.

"If you don't mind, I can eat first." Wei Yang raised his eyebrows at him.Anyway, Sherlock scares him the least, and is typically hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

In the end, of course, the four moved to the table.This table was the result of Mrs. Hudson's urging Sherlock for several days, because it was full of various experimental equipment.Mrs. Hudson was the only one at the table who was religious, so everyone waited until she had finished praying before using their knives and forks.

Mycroft looked at the red, green and green dishes on the table, and suddenly felt a toothache.He has a wider range of things in his head than Sherlock's, so he quickly recognized what Wei Yang cooked - spicy chicken, boiled fish, pot-wrapped pork, sweet and sour pork...

They are indeed all Chinese dishes, and they look passable; after smelling the smell, it should not be as poisonous as Sherlock said.But the problem is that these dishes are either spicy or sweet. What should a person who suffers from dental disease and has been prescribed a weight-loss menu by a doctor do?

Sherlock soon noticed this too, for his expression was clearly trying not to smile. "How did you find these ingredients?" he asked pretendingly. "In London, it's really not easy to get so many things at once."

"It was shipped by air domestically. It emptied half of my refrigerator!" Wei Yang replied in the same tone.This is indeed the truth, who told him that he is a rich second generation from a big foodie empire!But he did have intentions, because after he found out that Mycroft was coming, he quietly hid the Eight Treasure Buddha Jumping Over the Wall - this is tasteless unless the lid is opened, and Mycroft will definitely not find it!

"It's really good." Mrs. Hudson opened her eyes and began to recommend Wei Yang's craftsmanship to others. "To tell you the truth, I couldn't help but sneak a little bit when I was in the kitchen. It's great!"

Molly had already forked a piece of tenderloin and put it in her mouth. "Oh, unbelievable!" She said after a long time, "How can you cook such delicious food, Yang?"

It's not that I cook delicious food, it's that there are too many dark dishes in the rot country, okay... Wei Yang complained silently. "Thank you, if you like it, you're welcome." Then he looked at the dishes on the table and was satisfied.Well, apart from a small plate of pesto bread, Mycroft had nothing to eat.If you dare to threaten him, you will have to pay the price!Anyway, the relationship between their brothers is not very good, it is enough for him to concentrate on gaining Sherlock's favorability!

To be honest, Wei Yang's dishes are not spicy at the domestic level, just suitable for normal people who are eating for the first time.At least the four of them ate happily, and Sherlock spared no effort to help, and finally thought that "eating spicy food is a good way to stimulate the nervous system."When the cups and dishes were finally cleaned up, Wei Yang got up and brought them orange juice, which could effectively relieve the irritation in the throat.

"Thanks, I don't want to..." Mycroft couldn't hold back.He didn't eat anything for this meal, and it turns out that drinks also need to be restrained?

"Oh, I think you probably need milk, skimmed." Wei Yang answered quickly, and then brought a glass of juice for everyone else and a box of milk for Mycroft.

Mycroft had suspected Wei Yang's deliberate intentions early on, but now he was [-]% sure. "You..." he said, his eyebrows almost raised above the hairline.

"Yang, that's my milk!" Sherlock jumped out to make trouble without losing the opportunity.

Undoubtedly, the brothers started a war of words.And we must say objectively that when two Sherlock Holmes quarrel, it is best not to try to interrupt them, not even to try to understand what they are arguing about.Because if you do, you will tragically find that your IQ seems to be in a state of arrears shutdown.

Jasmine just had a full meal and is now drinking orange juice, so she has no intention of rushing to help Sherlock.Because she knew very well that even if she wanted to, she couldn't do it at all.However, this did not affect her opinion on the situation: "Are they really brothers?" Her tone and sentence structure were quite suspicious.

"I think it should be fine." Wei Yang sank into the sofa next to her, and the feeling of breaking back into a city made him feel comfortable all over.Seeing that Jasmine was still puzzled, he explained again: "Look at the similarities between their quarrels, and think about Oxford and Cambridge."

Both Oxford and Cambridge are old prestigious schools in the UK, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for the number one position in the UK for hundreds of years. "Oh," Jasmine suddenly realized, "It sounds a bit like..."

"I don't remember when I told you this, Yang?" Sherlock said suddenly, looking back, apparently still not ignoring this end of his argument with Mycroft.As for Mycroft, he responded with a slight squint of his eyes.

Jasmine's eyes widened. "So, you really are..." She looked back and forth between the two brothers, "One Oxford and one Cambridge?"

Sherlock muttered something that sounded like "Still an honors graduate".

"I just said a metaphor, Sherlock." Wei Yang was still gloating, of course it was aimed at Mycroft. "Unintentional guess, I'm sorry if I offended you. Oxford and Cambridge, please continue. Harvard said he was very calm." The original owner's resume was as golden as his family property, and he graduated from Harvard Medical School.He borrowed it now, feeling really proud.

"Yang, you never told me this!" Mrs. Hudson on the other side also joined in, her eyes were shining, and she obviously understood his hint. "Oh, what a low-key lad!"

In fact, Wei Yang is a little guilty if she doesn't say it, but her words are stuck at a good time.Because at that moment, Wei Yang saw that Sherlock's favorability jumped up by another star, and Mycroft's also moved slowly by one star.

Oo, isn't it?Sherlock's increased favorability is understandable, because he is actually helping Sherlock and causing trouble for Mycroft; but what happened to Mycroft?Wei Yang didn't understand very much.Then he thought in horror, maybe it's because he thinks his younger brother likes him so he loves the house?

Except for the first few battles between brothers, this Christmas Eve was not bad.He still thought so until Wei Yang woke up in the middle of the night.By then he had returned to his apartment, but was awakened by a freezing cold.Then before he even opened his eyes, he felt that someone was holding a cold butt of a gun against his neck.