[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After eating, Connie went to the second floor to clean with tools on her back.

Sherlock took a shower and was sitting on the sofa meditating.

Connie kept her movements to a minimum, trying not to disturb him.

"Connie, coffee." When she finished sweeping the floor, changed the sheets, and stroked the ashes, Sherlock was still standing cross-legged on the sofa in the same cross-legged position for thousands of years.

"Here." Connie brought coffee from downstairs, threw all the dirty clothes into the basket, and prepared to take them downstairs for washing later.

"Aren't your feet numb from sitting like this?" Connie has been cleaning up and down for nearly an hour, and Sherlock has been sitting cross-legged for about an hour.

"This helps my thinking." Needless to say, it is one of the new thinking habits he has developed recently.

"Oh." Connie picked up the last pair of trousers that fell on the floor and threw them into the basket, then went downstairs holding the bamboo basket.

After throwing all the clothes into the washing machine, she went up to the second floor with a small notebook.

Go to Sherlock's room to warm up while doing homework.

She has her own place.

Closing the notebook and putting it aside, she started to finish today's homework.

First, some simple mathematical calculations - no doubt within the content of the ninety-nine multiplication table.

She glanced over and wrote the answer. After 2 minutes, she wrote her name in the lower right corner of the paper and put the paper aside.

Tsk tsk tsk... This kind of homework feels really good! ~

The key is knowing everything, hahahaha...

Smiling silently, she took out the manual homework, drawing a picture and making a teacup respectively.

Drawing without a theme, Connie didn't know what to draw, and when she saw the violin on the shelf in a blink of an eye, she began to draw on it.

#Not the kind of sketch painting, but the kind of comic style#

Although it's just a black pen, I have to say that Connie's charm is well captured.

#God knows why something like a violin has charm#

So, 5 minutes later, Connie admired her masterpiece and started making teacups again.

#Don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t use mud#

Just in time to make her own lunch tomorrow, so she can finish her homework and lunch at the same time.

#Just Perfect#

She figured that since the teacher said to do it in the funniest way, she would do it with food.

#食货Never be stumped! #

#And I always feel that I will come out on top~#

First, she picked the largest green pepper from the refrigerator, and dug out all the seeds inside, leaving only the outermost layer of skin—of course, she cut off the head of the branch so that it could be covered.

It looks like a green cup.

After cutting the shredded pork, chopped green onion and crushed mushrooms, Connie cracked an egg, mixed the ingredients together and poured them into the green peppers, put them in the pan and steamed them for 5 minutes, and then put them in the refrigerator for storage. Before leaving tomorrow, just heat it up on Weibo and put it in a thermos.

And long strips of green peppers.

Connie cut them into a piece of skin, put them together in equal-sized shapes, then mixed strawberries and flour, brushed a layer on the inner and outer green skins, fried them in a frying pan, and sprinkled nice rose petals .

Because of the stickiness of the hot oil and flour, the crushed petals stick almost as soon as they touch the skin, and emit a faint fragrance, but it will not spoil the beauty of the whole 'cup' shape at all.

Although it does not match the traditional cups, the cups in the eyes of children are just strange shapes.

Season the chopped ribs well, fry them piece by piece in an oil pan until they are slightly burnt, sprinkle with pepper, salt and cumin, then put them in a cup made of green peppers, let it sit for 10 minutes, and you will have another delicious and delicious dish The cup is ready.

Connie picked it up for a while, it looked a bit rough, but the aroma satisfied her.

This kind of dish was created by herself. Although I don't know if anyone else has made this kind of dish, she is very satisfied.

Hmm... How about making a few more and serving Sherlock as supper later?

Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry should also like this taste.

Connie put the rest of the material aside and started working on her third mug.

Although the teacher only asked for at least one, she still hoped that the teacher would treat her differently!

I don't know if doing three can make the teacher like one of them?

Gearing up, Connie took a deep breath and took out a small half of a watermelon from the refrigerator.

Cut the melon into cubes, leaving the skin on.

After cutting into pieces, she used large pieces of transparent tape to piece them together. Looking at the crumbling cup, she took out a paintbrush and drew some cats and some flowers and plants on it. Unexpectedly, the effect was real. good.

On a whim, Connie added herself, then Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Henry, Lestrade, and Mycroft... and finally Sherlock, with a cat on his shoulder and curls on top With a little yellow chicken.

……puff!

When I came back to my senses, the watermelon skin was already covered with paintings.

Connie looked at the densely packed paintings and smiled awkwardly.

Finally, pour the finished double-skin milk into it and stuff it into the refrigerator together.

"Connie, I'm hungry." While stuffing the watermelon into the refrigerator, Sherlock appeared at the stairs without making a sound.

Connie was startled when she first heard his voice.

All of a sudden, like a frightened rabbit, he turned around with a 'bas'.

The fright that flashed across his expression was not ignored by Sherlock.

"What are you doing?" He squinted, looking at Connie and asked.

"No!" Connie flicked her hands, forming a big fork in front of her eyes.

A split second later, he realized how obvious it was, and smiled awkwardly.

"Oh?" He responded meaningfully.

"Actually, I'm researching new dishes." Connie muttered with a bitter face.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and continued to look at her.

Connie looked at his unmoving eyes, and suddenly remembered his sentence 'I'm hungry' just now.

"Why don't you try my new dish!" She put some spare ribs and double skin milk into a bowl and handed it to him.

Because there was no extra steamed eggs, she only took the last two dishes, and they didn't use green peppers and watermelon to pack them.

In the transparent cup, there is milky white double-skin milk, and the color matches the pattern, which is really beautiful.

Connie sprinkled rose petals and red beans on her share, but since Sherlock would go berserk if she sprinkled roses, she only sprinkled a thick layer of red beans on the Shuangpi milk: "I didn't put sugar, Shuangpi If you don’t add red beans with milk, it may have no taste.”

Sherlock nodded and took it: "Thank you."

Then he turned around and went up to the second floor.

I really don't want to pursue Connie's previous expression.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking profusely at the refrigerator.

God, she's so guilty!

I always feel that if Sherlock sees what she draws, I will definitely end badly...

Clapping her hands, Connie cleaned up the kitchen, took two pieces of pizza, poured a glass of Coke, and went up to the second floor.

When the door opened, Sherlock was eating double skin milk.

The small platoon didn't move much.

Connie's eyelids twitched, it's rare that Sherlock, who doesn't like sweets, doesn't hate Shuangpi Nai.

#But it’s justifiable#

#After all, who can escape the charm of double skin milk#

#This is still original#

#When the matcha flavor comes out in the future, who will fight for the front in the world#

#Domineering Face<(￣︶￣)>#

Complacent for a while, she made it to her seat, opened her notebook and began to search for Alice in Wonderland.

This is the book the teacher wants them to read this month...

The author has something to say: Come to an update today!

How is your new year?

The author really doesn't get enough sleep every day!

Running here and there every day to catch the market 5555

Alas~︿(￣︶￣)︿

Ten catties fat ￣O￣)ノ

Well, happy reading.

PS: By the way, does anyone know Sherlock's taste?I always feel that I don’t know Sherlock’s taste, whether there are any special preferences, etc. I read it twice and didn’t see it. In addition, I haven’t read the original book... and Baidu can’t find it, if not. , the author set it up by himself. The question about what Sherlock likes to eat has been swaying from side to side, and the author feels that a bug is about to occur again (*/ω╲*)