[Comprehensive] delicious superhero

Watson was a little flustered. They hit the evening rush hour when they entered the city, and they were still stuck on the viaduct at the moment, and his reservation time at the restaurant was at seven o'clock in the evening, that is, 15 minutes later.

Generally speaking, if a customer does not arrive within the reserved time, the restaurant will reserve a table for the other party for about an hour as long as the number of waiting customers is not too full.

Because of his occupation, Watson has always been a cautious person. Considering the flight time and Gotham's traffic problems, when he made a reservation at the airport, he deliberately read all the written descriptions about the reservation in the [Superhero Themed Restaurant APP] Once again, after confirming that there is a reserved table service, I made a reservation with confidence.

But 10 minutes ago, the manager of [Superhero Theme Restaurant] personally called and told Watson apologetically that because the restaurant's customer flow has exploded recently, there are too many customers waiting in line, and the restaurant can only serve They hold tables until 07:30.

After hanging up the phone, Watson immediately asked the driver: "Can we arrive at [the superhero-themed restaurant?] before 07:30"

"It's... hard to say!" The driver looked out the window, wondering why, "This traffic is like a sausage, I don't know when it will be our turn to get off the bridge."

As if seeing Watson's anxiety, the driver said again: "You guys booked a table at the [Superhero Theme Restaurant]? Hey, his house was crowded, but it was on TV a while ago, and it was even more crowded during meal time. Can queue for a long time."

Watson could only smile helplessly.

"It's really interesting." At this moment, Sherlock, who hadn't spoken since getting on the bus, suddenly said, "Typical herd mentality, even if you know that queuing is a waste of life, you still have to wait in line. In fact, it's the same if you change a house to eat. Anyway, the purpose It’s all about life support.”

The driver said with a smile: "It's really different to eat at another house. His food is really delicious and has a lot of tricks. I have eaten it many times before in order to grab the lucky bag hahaha!"

Seeing the eyes of his roommate showing "you stupid earthlings" again, Watson quickly coughed twice, and said, "Sherlock, do you still remember our agreement?"

"...remember." Sherlock sighed, and said sleepily, "as long as I follow your stupid...normal social rules tonight, then within this year, when I don't have a job and need to eat to sustain my life , you will make me magical little meatballs and that kind of spicy tofu, as well as sweet and sour ribs."

Watson corrected, "You're talking about curry fish balls, mapo tofu, and sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Here again, these are not important." Sherlock said impatiently, "I told you earlier, my brain is like a hard drive..."

Watson: "I understand. Your noble brain can only store useful things, really useful things."

Sherlock leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and meditated, muttering in his mouth, vaguely saying that you know and let me remember the name of the dish.

Watson sighed helplessly again. After getting to know Sherlock, the number of his sighs increased sharply, and his gray hair grew a lot.

However, Sherlock didn't stay quiet for 2 minutes, and then started to shout bored again: "I heard that the social security in Gotham has always been bad, why are there so few murders?"

driver:"???"

Sherlock: "Murder homicide, it's been a long time since I've been excited about a murder."

Through the rearview mirror, Watson saw that the driver's eyes changed instantly. Before that, he was just confused, but now he was terrified, as if he was looking at two perverted serial killers.

"Sherlock!" Watson quickly raised his voice and cut him off. "Other detectives are looking forward to world peace. The fewer murders, the better. Why...why can't you hope for something better?"

"Oh, so it's the detective!" The driver heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes became more kind. "Hahaha, the detective also needs to eat, it's understandable."

Sherlock subconsciously wanted to refute, but Watson quickly gave him a few warning looks, forcing him to shut up.

Watson took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat off his brow, thinking that it was fortunate that he reacted quickly and didn't let this guy say anything outrageous in front of the innocent people of Gotham.

Maybe it was Sherlock's annoying skill that even God couldn't stand it. At this moment, the traffic that was tightly blocked suddenly started to move. Although it only moved half a meter at a time, it still moved anyway.

Moving all the way to the exit and going down the viaduct with difficulty, it can be regarded as unimpeded.The driver probably wanted to send them away quickly, slammed on the accelerator, and shuttled freely in the traffic, so they were able to reach the restaurant in time.

As soon as he got off the bus, Watson was startled by the thick line at the entrance of the restaurant. These were all guests who made late reservations or did not make reservations.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and seemed to want to make another statement about herd mentality, but Watson dragged him into the store before he could spit out the harsh words.

"Hello, sir, do you have an appointment?" A waiter in the uniform of Captain America stepped forward and asked politely.

"Yes, yes!" Watson grabbed Sherlock with one hand, and reached for the phone in his pocket with the other. Two large suitcases were leaning against his legs, which made him a little hurt. "I ordered on the app. Personally, at seven o'clock."

The waiter unlocked the tablet, operated it skillfully, and asked, "Who made the reservation?"

Watson: "Mr. Watson."

The waiter quickly found his name, and after confirming that they needed storage services, he called two people to remove the suitcase.

Afterwards, "Captain America" ​​handed Watson a small copper round plate, and told him to keep it carefully, and hand it to the waiter to pick up the luggage when paying the bill.

Another waiter in a Spiderman uniform led them to the second floor and arranged them in a position with a good view. There was a large stack of menus on the clean dining table.

The waiter brought a tray with a stick of light yellow liquid on it, some fruit at the bottom of the bottle, and two clean water glasses.

Watson asked curiously, "What is this?"

Waiter: "This is the free apple, hawthorn and jujube tea from the restaurant. It quenches thirst, invigorates the stomach and eliminates food. If you two are optimistic about the menu, press the service bell. I will come and order for you."

Watson nodded, and awkwardly got a drink by himself. He wanted to ask the waiter to bring some ice, but seeing that there was no ice on the other tables, he had to give up.

For novel foods that he has never seen before, Watson is always cautious in his curiosity. He first sniffed the liquid in the cup carefully, and the aroma of apple flooded into his nostrils instantly, while the unique flavor of hawthorn made people involuntarily secrete it. saliva.

Forget it, the guests at other tables are drinking, so it should be fine.

Thinking of this, Watson brought the water glass to his lips, bowed his head and took a sip.

The drink tasted far better than he had imagined. The aroma of the apple and the sweetness of the jujube were just right, and it was not stirred into a pot of sour water by the hawthorn.

Swallowing it warmly, the mouth and throat are very comfortable, and the somewhat haggard stomach that was tossed by the business trip is very comfortable, and even gives birth to a longing for food.

They have been traveling around for the past few days, and their diet is extremely irregular. Watson's stomach has been uncomfortable since the day before yesterday, and he feels nauseated when he sees sweet and greasy snacks.

"Well, this one is good!" Watson was surprised and delighted, "Sherlock, let me pour you a glass too!"

"It's interesting." Sherlock nodded reservedly, picked up a menu and looked at it, this is the second time he said it was interesting today, "They have so many different kinds of stewed eggs for customers to choose from, and you I can only cook shrimp stewed eggs and broth stewed eggs.”

While pouring him a drink, Watson said patiently, "Sherlock, I just started to learn how to cook, and it will take at most a month before and after. It's pretty good to be able to learn two ways to stew eggs."

Sherlock: "To be precise, it was 23 days ago that you first brought out that plate of dark but delicious ribs. Considering you wasted a day thinking about whether to learn to cook, even if it is 24 days."

"..." Watson was helpless, "It's hard for you to remember so clearly. I thought your noble brain would not bother to make room for such trivial things!"

Sherlock was noncommittal, he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips slightly, and began to seriously study the pictures on the menu.

Whenever Sherlock buried his head in the books, or indulged in the little puzzle game he invented, the sharp gray eyes of the past would shrink a little, and no longer release the alert gaze at will.

Tonight was an exception. What Sherlock held in his hand was just an ordinary menu. Normally, such things would not arouse his interest. If Watson hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe that Sherlock would be so obsessed with studying a menu. menu.

Perhaps it was because of the change in the eyes, or maybe it was because the dim light shrouded the faces of every diner with a soft light, Sherlock's long and angular face seemed much softer at this time, and there was actually a trace of tranquility.

Watson was frightened by his own thoughts, and hurriedly said three times silently: "He is the annoying Sherlock." The weird thought pressed back.

Sherlock didn't know what was going on in his roommate's mind. He was staring intently at the menu, dazzled by the variety of food pictures on it, and for the first time in his life, he fell into the dilemma of not being able to choose.

Stewed eggs with shrimp, stewed eggs with shrimps, stewed eggs with sea bass, stewed eggs with fermented wine, stewed eggs with chicken stock, stewed eggs with beef stock...

Hell, every one of them looks delicious.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, really didn't know which kind of stewed eggs to choose, so he waved to the waiter.

He kept in mind the agreement with Watson, used polite words, and even squeezed out a smile of a good-natured baby who was studious and inquisitive, enough to make every acquaintance cry when he saw it.

After choosing the dish he wanted to eat, Watson raised his head and was about to call the waiter when he witnessed such a fantastic scene and was stunned.

After reconfirming that the Sherlock in front of him was indeed not transferred, Watson felt from the bottom of his heart that even if a thunderbolt knocked him into Thor at this time, the shock would not be more shocking than seeing the good baby Sherlock.

On the other hand, Sherlock has been adhering to the professionalism of seeking truth from facts, breaking the casserole, asking the end and investigating the case based on evidence, and asked the poor waiter to explain every taste of stewed eggs.

Sherlock has always been the most respected cub in the crowd, and he can attract the attention of the audience no matter where he is. At this moment, the diners at the next table are looking at them with strange eyes.

After all, whether it was in a foreign country, or in a restaurant opened by a netizen whom he had never met, Watson was so embarrassed that he tried to stop him several times, but failed.

In the end, the waiter turned to comfort him, saying that knowing the taste and types of all dishes is part of the induction training. She has studied hard for three months and has never been asked. Now that she can finally display this skill, she is very happy , please stop blocking him.

"So I'm the first one to give you a chance to display your talent?" Sherlock said politely, "You're welcome."

Watson: "..."

It's alright, as long as you are happy.

Gushanna worked at home and dressed herself exquisitely. Dick couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his girlfriend made himself so beautiful when he came home.

"Oh, you're finally back!" Gu Shanna took out ten lipsticks from the dressing cabinet, "Quickly give me a reference, which color looks good?"

Dick first looked at the direction from which the sun was setting outside before looking at the lipsticks.Forgive him for his stupidity, but in his opinion, those ten lipsticks are basically the same color!

Gushanna rolled her eyes and complained, "You straight men!"

After speaking, she suddenly realized that from an aesthetic point of view, Dick is a straight man, Watson is also a straight man, and Sherlock is the straight man among straight men. It doesn't matter what lipstick he wears, because they can't tell the difference.

In this case……

Gu Shanna put all the lipsticks on the table, tapped Doudou and Tang Seng coughed and fingered, finally picked out a red bean paste, and applied a thin layer.

Seeing that she still had to choose shoes, Dick couldn't help but feel the alarm bells ringing in his heart, but he still put on a calm look on his face, and said in a casual tone: "It's getting dark soon, you need to be dressed so brightly What?"

Gushanna was busy taking out the shoes one by one from the shoe cabinet, without raising her head, she said, "I'm going to meet my male god, my childhood idol!"

Not only a male god, but also a childhood idol, is this the rhythm of childhood sweethearts?

Thinking of the remarks made by Jason that his childhood sweetheart was so high that he fell from the sky and never beat his childhood sweetheart, Dick broke into a cold sweat.

The uneasiness in Dick's heart became more and more intense, and he wanted to say that you still miss other men after you have me, but seeing that Shanna was so happy, he didn't want to spoil her interest.

Dick thought for a while and said, "Your male god must be very powerful. I want to meet him too, is that okay?"

Dick was ready to be rejected, but unexpectedly, Gushanna smiled and nodded wildly: "Okay! Actually, to a certain extent, you two are still traveling together!"

Everyone is a superhero, they are indeed peers, and Dick is a police detective, Holmes is a detective, and the nature of their work is highly consistent.

It's a pity that Dick didn't know the truth. In just three seconds, he had already figured out who is who's double, I love you, he loves her, such a bloody masterpiece of 100 million words.

When Guzanne was debating whether to wear a pointed stiletto, a Roman strap stiletto, or a gypsy strappy stiletto, Dick was thinking about the 81 knots that can trap a rival in a dumpling Way.

The author has something to say: Sherlock Holmes: Women are not my thing. 【Innocent.JPG】

Dick: Wow~~~~【Aiming at Watson】

Watson: That's not what he meant...【Exhausted.JPG】

Suddenly want to write about my childhood sweetheart~

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