[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Oh, it's really scary!" Mrs. Hudson just woke up from a sleep earlier, holding the coffee made by Connie, and watching the news broadcast on TV worriedly.

Connie was worrying about what to do at noon. Seeing Mrs. Hudson so worried, she comforted her: "It's okay, Mrs. Hudson, I believe the police will handle it well. The government should deal with things like the subway explosion seriously." Bar."

Steak fried...or buttered chicken...

There is still half a chicken in the refrigerator. Although it is not fresh, the meat is still tender.The steak was just bought yesterday. According to the manager of the restaurant, it was just slaughtered. It should be very fresh, and it should be very delicious when fried...

"Mrs. Hudson..." Connie, who had difficulty choosing, called out to Mrs. Hudson.

"I know, Connie must be very scared, right? Don't worry, we have Sherlock here, and nothing will happen. He is a very safe person, although occasionally he is a little noisy. I haven't told you yet It was about my husband..."

"Mrs. Hudson prefers beef or chicken?"

"Meat? Oh, speaking of which, it would be so nice to have a bowl of warm corn soup on such a cold day~" When it came to food, Mrs. Hudson immediately ignored what she was about to say.

Connie paused: "Would you like to have steak and stewed chicken for lunch?" As for the stew, there are still some ingredients left over from last time at home.

"Oh~ really? That's really good! I like steak, but I've never liked fried chicken. Fried chicken is good, but it's too hot. It's not as good as the mashed potatoes you made last time... oh …Speaking of delicious food, I miss your pickled vegetable soup and rice again, Connie…” Hudson shook hands, looking reminiscent.

One time Connie really wanted to eat rice, so she went to many places, bought rice and seaweed, then pickled some mustard by herself, and finally made a bowl of mustard and seaweed soup, added a goose egg as an egg, served with Serving a bowl of rice can be regarded as the food of the poor in Zooming in on China.

At that time, it was still a dark and windy night, and she secretly cooked and ate to satisfy her appetite, but she never expected that Mrs. Hudson, who had always been a deep sleeper, came out very awake in the middle of the night that night up.

They also took away half of Connie's rice and most of the seaweed soup.

It wasn't really that tasty, and Connie guessed the soup was just right for Mrs. Hudson.

Connie's cooking skills can only be regarded as ordinary. She always liked to eat and made some food by herself. Over time, she gained some experience and experience. Chinese food is her best.

But she never expected that Mrs. Hudson would like something as simple as seaweed soup one day.

Although she has never dared to cook serious Chinese food.

It is still difficult to find such things in London at this time, and things like rice and mustard are not common.

The British basically do not have the habit of eating rice.

Connie finally found a place where she could buy some raw materials.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Hudson would always covet the pickled mustard that I made secretly.

So Connie often hides secretly.

But somehow, Mrs. Hudson always found it.

What a miraculous skill.

After that, Mrs. Hudson often asked Connie to cook it as a supper. If it was too bland, it would not taste good, and if it was too salty, it would be served with rice. As a result, Connie's rice reserves were also decreasing.After a long time, Connie's rice was gone, and Mrs. Hudson, who had been eating for a long time, finally lost her appetite.

Speaking of which, my appetite came up again.

Unfortunately, the material cannot be found here.

The merchant who sold her the materials back then is no longer here.

"It's decided, let the steak be stewed, and the chicken fried... or baked?" The brand new oven was cleaned by her a few days ago, and it has not been used yet.

The menu is set.Connie borrowed a big knife from Alice next door, chopped the steak into small pieces on a wooden board, and marinated it with salt and red wine.The chicken was half-boiled, sprinkled with seasoning, buried in mashed potatoes, wrapped in foil, and put in the oven.Then put the steak into the porcelain pot and cook slowly over low heat.

"The staple food is... pasta." Opening the refrigerator and looking around, Connie found a piece of pork tenderloin and the only tomato left in the corner.

The sauces and condiments in the kitchen of 221B have always been the overlord on this street, there is only a lot more.

So even with fewer ingredients, Connie still has the confidence to make good pasta.

Mrs. Hudson froze at the sound of spaghetti.

Although Connie's pasta is much more delicious now, it can even be compared with some chefs.

However, she will never forget the month when Connie first learned how to make pasta.

living hell.

"Mrs. Hudson, you can't just eat meat. There are no more vegetables at home. I will go shopping in the afternoon. From tomorrow onwards, you must eat more vegetables to be healthier." Connie started nagging helplessly. The old lady liked it too much. Is eating meat a good thing?

Mrs. Hudson scratched her ears and ran straight into the room and closed the door.

Connie was speechless, so she could only cut the tomatoes by herself.

"The knife is good." Connie was seriously cutting tomato slices, but suddenly a man's voice came from beside her.

Connie was startled, and the knife in her hand almost flew out.

When she looked up and saw that it was Sherlock, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Sherlock, when did you come back?" He even walked to her side, obviously without hearing a sound!

"It's been a while." Sherlock smiled a little, showing half of his white teeth.

Connie suddenly trembled all over.

This is the standard eight-teeth smile.

Why do I have a tingling sensation?

"Your knife skills are good." Sherlock repeated.

"...Thank you." Although she felt that it was wrong for the master to praise her so bluntly, Connie still thanked her and prepared to continue cutting.

"Maybe you can do me a little favor, Connie?" Sherlock said three times.

"Is there anything you want to eat for lunch? Please tell me, Mr. Sherlock." Connie finished cutting the tomatoes and was about to start cutting the pork tenderloin.

"I think your knife skill is enough to be my experimental assistant. I need to do a lot of experiments at home. Among them, I need someone with good knife skills to handle some experimental materials for me, such as slices of the cerebral cortex. Of course, I will pay for it." I'll give you some rewards, I believe you can learn a lot of useful knowledge." Sherlock finished without a breath.

"Oh, so you need me to cut some for you...! Cerebral cortex!?" Connie shook her hand before it fell on the cutting board with a dull sound.

"Hehe...you really like to joke." She smiled, looking at his still standard eight-teeth smile.

"...You are not joking. You are serious, right?"

Nine teeth smile.

Connie was stiff all over.

The oven beeps and the chicken is ready.

Connie somehow remembered something.

Human heads in the refrigerator.

Severed hand in the oven.

Laboratory utensils can be seen everywhere.

Ha ha.

Living with a great god is not at all happy.

So she was so excited yesterday?

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still refuse. After all, I am only 12 years old, and I am not suitable for these bloody jobs." hellno!Let alone 12, 102, she won't touch those things either!

Sherlock was silent for a while, as if he didn't expect Connie to refuse.

"Well, if you change your mind, you are welcome at any time." Sherlock still said very friendly, and before going upstairs, he glanced at Connie's hands, showing a meaningful nostalgia.

The hairs stood up one by one.

Connie silently took out the chicken with mashed potatoes from the oven.

He removed the tinfoil and stuffed a spoonful of boiling mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Let her eat some mashed potatoes to calm down...

The author has something to say: the manuscript has been saved/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

It is estimated that it will be the rhythm of the week.

However, 2-3 drops per week are more common. If there are more, it depends on the time.

I won't cheat, you can rest assured~

Also, this is a long novel, I guess it won’t be finished until next year, so take your time~

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