[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

The kitchen knife rubbed against the cutting board, and Connie's little hands deftly chopped the washed spices. The hot peppers were filled with a hot smell, and the hot oil in the oil pan was smoking. Put the good spices into the pot one by one and stir fry.

Connie found out the unused mandarin duck pot after it was built and washed it clean.

In about half an hour, the hot pot base is ready.

Because I was indignant that my room was bombed, I doubled the peppercorns.

Boil the soup, beat off the foam, wash the vegetables one by one and put them on the plate, and put the lamb slices, everything is ready.

Connie threw most of the various meatballs into it, and it didn't matter whether the four of them could finish it or not, anyway, they put all their energy into it.

When it was done, the police had already retreated, and only Lestrade stayed here waiting for Sherlock to emerge and accept Connie's dinner invitation.

The fragrance rose up to the second floor in bursts, and a certain unmarried uncle's nose twitched.

Even Mrs. Hudson was so intoxicated that she almost started a waltz—the old lady would come and wrestle in the room from time to time, but miraculously she never fell, and she was able to spin freely on the stairs with her eyes closed. Dancing is also a magical skill.

Finally put the seasonings away one by one, Connie washed her hands, and began to invite the three of them to eat.

"Officer Lestrade, as well as Mr. Sherlock, can have lunch. Today, we made hot pot, a popular food in China." Knocking on the door, Connie called for someone.

As for Mrs. Hudson, she was already in the best position by leaps and bounds.

"Oh, Connie, this is really delicious, it's just... so numb..." Connie heard Mrs. Hudson's exclamation, and ran downstairs to see that her mouth was full of red oil.

"Mrs. Hudson, this is spicy hot pot, very spicy..." Now Connie started to feel a little guilty. Looking at Mrs. Hudson who was about to smoke, did she put too much...

Lestrade couldn't wait to drag Sherlock downstairs.

Sherlock did not refuse lunch.

Connie has a little understanding of the habits of the British. Although some people like spicy food, some people don't touch it at all, but Mrs. Hudson has a strong taste and can occasionally eat a little spicy food, but Officer Lestrade and She really doesn't know if Sherlock eats spicy food or not.

"This pot is divided into two parts, one is spicy and the other is clear soup. I have a non-spicy sauce. If the police officer and the husband don't like spicy food, they can eat the light side." Mrs. Hudson over there waving furiously.

Connie hurriedly took a large bottle of soda from the refrigerator and poured a glass for Mrs. Hudson.

"It's iced. Mrs. Hudson relieves the spicy." Connie was a little ashamed after trying it. Could it be that after living in the UK for a year, her ability to eat spicy food has improved?

Mrs. Hudson picked up the soda and drank it: "...Ah! It's so refreshing!" She hiccupped contentedly, and half of the soda in the glass was gone.

Connie quickly turned the pot 90 degrees: "Mrs. Hudson, eat the non-spicy side."

Speaking of being on the spicy side, Officer Lestrade wanted to challenge the spicy side, so he sat next to Connie, and Sherlock naturally sat opposite Connie.

Oh, strictly speaking, it was forced down by Lestrade.

Although he did not strongly resist it.

"This..." Lestrade, who didn't know how to use chopsticks, looked at the two thin wooden sticks dumbly, and Connie cried out.

She quickly changed the fork for Lestrade, pointing to the spoon for fishing things: "This is for picking things up. The police officer can use a fork if he is not used to chopsticks. Sorry, I didn't notice this."

Lestrade looked very embarrassed, but smiled indifferently.

Mrs. Hudson knew how to use chopsticks, and Connie herself was used to it, so she didn't think of this question for a while, and Sherlock, she thought Sherlock should know how to use chopsticks, but she still had to ask to be on the safe side, and it turned out that When he wanted to speak, the person on the opposite side naturally picked up his chopsticks... and precisely picked up a pigeon egg and put it into the bowl.

Steady as Mount Tai.

⊙▽⊙.

Although she knew Sherlock's ability in her heart, Connie was still surprised. Sherlock's chopsticks holding posture was more standard than hers, and he held the chopsticks so well.

The most important thing is... the pigeon eggs that she always wanted to catch with a spoon, he caught them precisely without slipping at all!

Lestrade was even more surprised: "You can use chopsticks!?"

Connie was silent. Although it was unexpected, there is no need to be so exaggerated...

Sherlock held the fish balls intently, and soon he had eaten several of them, with precise posture, graceful posture, and extremely fast speed.

⊙▽⊙.

"Don't be so surprised, Lestrade, it's just common sense." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade lightly, and spit out a sentence indifferently.

Connie has packed up her mind and is eating quietly.But when I heard the word common sense, I felt inexplicably praised.

Common sense in Sherlock's eyes...

Mrs. Hudson finally regained her strength and obediently ate the side of the clear soup. Although the chopsticks in one hand were not pretty, they were safe.

Aim at the other three, and then at himself.

Lestrade felt again that the world was divided.

This end of the world is me, and the other end of the world is cut off to the other three along with three quarters of the table.

This kind of strange feeling like sitting at the same table eating, but looking at the people in the computer video...

During the meal of hot pot, Connie snotted her nose, Lestrade burst into tears, and Mrs. Hudson burped all the way.

A large bottle of soda was finished, and the three of them also used up a whole pack of napkins, their faces were flushed, and their bellies were round.

On the other hand, Sherlock didn't change his face.

⊙▽⊙.

When it was time to arrive, he gracefully took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth that hadn't even been touched by the soup, and his hands that were as white as jade.

Get up: "It tastes good. A cup of coffee, two sugars, thank you."

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"Hi..." Mrs. Hudson burped again, and Connie got up silently to make coffee.

There's no point in thinking about anything.

Don't try to understand the world of the Great God, you can't afford to be hurt.

Making coffee obediently is king.

The author has something to say: I am going to school, and I will not be able to update until the 15th. The time is fixed, and it should be updated on Saturdays and Sundays in the future.Let's see you on the 15th haha~~~