[Comprehensive] delicious superhero

In the file room on the third floor of the police station, Dick pulled out a file of the poisoning case that had not been cracked for 15 years, and suddenly realized a problem: Sherlock was impervious to water during his work, if he was allowed to see it now Dossier, isn't Shanna's intentions in vain?

Colleague Tom passed by and saw him holding the file with bitterness and hatred on his face. He couldn't help but said, "Grayson, why haven't you given up on these old cases where you can't even list the suspects? If there is no result, give up! "

Dick smiled, and said calmly: "You just think I'm stupid. I still believe that there is no perfect crime in the world."

Tom was helpless: "Okay, then you continue to watch, I will withdraw first!"

Dick Grayson's obsession with old cases is well known to the police station. This handsome and gentle nobleman is fierce, even those old cases that have been withdrawn.

For example, in the child abuse case some time ago, the case was originally withdrawn due to insufficient evidence, but Dick refused to give up. He traced it all the way and found something strange.

Whether the case was finally reiterated or not, Tom couldn't remember. He only remembered that the gangster brother who abused children was beaten up in the street within a few days, and almost died.

deserve it!Abusing weak children and children is simply devoid of conscience. Why didn't the warrior who did justice for the heavens just kill him?

Dick stood there thinking for a while, then decisively stuffed the file back into the cabinet, and found the administrator of the archives again: "Excuse me, where are the microfilms of the old cases?"

The grizzled administrator raised his eyelids and looked at Dick from behind his half-moon glasses, wondering, "Microfilm?"

Dick: "Yes, microfilm."

He just remembered that because of the age of some old cases, the electronic preservation technology is not developed enough, and the paper files take up space, so every once in a while, the police station will make the files into microfilm.

Microfilm is not only small in size, but also can be preserved for a considerable period of time as long as it is stored properly.

The most important thing is that unlike paper files and electronic files, microfilms can be viewed at any time, and only special tools and venues can be used.

Dick believed that, as a professional detective, Sherlock must have a device for reading microfilm at home, but he definitely didn't bring it with him at the moment.

Even if Sherlock can be taken out, the humidity and temperature of the restaurant cannot meet the preservation requirements, and the microfilm cannot be exposed to a bad environment for a long time.

The administrator was an elderly grandmother. She sat behind her desk and thought for a long time before she remembered which room the microfilm was kept in, and after thinking for a long time before she remembered where the key to the room where the microfilm was kept.

Dick waited patiently until the administrator tremblingly put an old brass key into his palm.

Dick squeezed the key, and showed the caretaker grandma a charming smile that Gusanna called "grandma would cry when she saw it, and grandpa would give money when she saw it": "Thank you, Dorothy! I'll bring you honey milk cake tomorrow. "

Hearing the honey milk cake, Dorothy's old and turbid eyes suddenly lit up, and said happily, "Is this the new flavor of milk cake made by Shanna?"

Dick: "That's right! Shanna's made this time is even better than the cherry one last time. You like to put more sugar, don't you?"

Dorothy nodded again and again: "That's right! I'm old and I can't taste the taste, so I like heavy flavors."

"Sanna remembers it!" Dick laughed. "You must have more sugar and milk in yours."

Dorothy immediately clapped her hands like a child, and her wrinkled face radiated with delight.

The charm of milk cake is infinite. When Dick violated the regulations again and brought out a box of microfilms containing old case files, Dorothy not only saved the previous (it was useless) verbal warning, but also personally opened the door for him.

"Anyway, no one cares about them staying here for so long." Dorothy's sad eyes lingered on the box for a moment, "I wish you good luck, and I wish them good luck too."

Dick put the microfilm temporarily in a special safe in the trunk of the car, and sent Sherlock a text message—Sherlock liked texting, but he didn't like talking on the phone.

Dick: [Do you have a suitable environment for storing microfilm? 】

Sherlock's hand speed was astonishing, and Dick felt that the beep of successful sending had just sounded, and he received a reply here.

Sherlock: [I know a friend who works in a museum and can help preserve it. 】

Dick: [I got the microfilm with the file, give me the address, and send it over now. 】

Sherlock didn't ask why, and simply sent a string of addresses, along with the contact information of that friend.

Dick likes this kind of ribbon that does things neatly, and he is most afraid of encountering sticky people who have to ask a hundred thousand whys when doing something.

Dick closed the chat interface and called Rachel: "Are you free? Help me send a courier, and I will send you the specific address."

Rachel: "The boss's new milk cake—"

Dick: "My share is yours."

Rachel: "Superhero Exclusive Menu Tasting Eligibility—"

Dick: "I'll get it for you."

Rachel: "Deal!"

Before he finished speaking, a black crack appeared in front of Dick.

Immediately, the crack twisted wildly like an earthworm soaked in salt, and the two ends continued to extend upwards and downwards until it reached the height of two people, and then suddenly expanded to both sides, forming a portal that could allow two people to pass through.

Dick: "...do you need all that fancy foreplay to open a portal?"

Rachel: "Shanna said that the presentation and the gimmicky gimmicks are very important."

Dick: "Is there any connection between the two? Forget it, no need to explain, I'm afraid my brain capacity can't carry the secret between you girls."

Rachel laughed straight, and took the heavy box in his hand: "Say hello to Shanna for me, and by the way, ask her when she will update her blog and column. We are all waiting to see the ending of King Mackerel Dumpling Restaurant."

Dick smiled wryly: "I don't want to convey it to you if you are urging an update. Every time readers rush Shanna, I am not the one who suffers."

From being beaten on the chest by a powder fist, to being sent to the cold palace, Dick can only wrap up in a small quilt alone, watching the study with the lights on all night, tossing and turning until his destiny.

In such a desolate atmosphere, he had to use a sentence to express his inner distress and resentment towards the larger army.

Rachel hahahaha again, stepped back into the portal, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

[Superhero Theme Restaurant] When I first started, Gushanna was a complete rookie in opening a restaurant. I didn’t even think about doing market research, and I didn’t know much about the tastes of the local people. long.

After Li Han joined the company, he took the time to make a relatively professional business plan, which included a taste survey of the surrounding residents, the restaurant's market positioning strategy, and related analysis.

It was only after seeing the report that Gushanna realized that the people of Gotham knew less about Chinese cuisine than they had imagined.

In this era of highly developed information, most citizens of Gotham can swim freely in the online world, but they rarely have the opportunity to leave the local area. Naturally, they only eat at local Chinese restaurants.

The owners of those unauthentic restaurants are mostly Siamese, and the chefs hired have nothing to do with Huaxia. They are even more skilled in cooking, and they dare to come with any combination.

As a result, the local residents did not receive the correct information from the very beginning, naively thinking that Huaxia cuisine is the sweet and sour General Tso's chicken, the sweet and sour Kung Pao chicken, and the sweet and sour orange chicken. A sweet and sour tomato egg soup.

There are also a small number of people who have seen the world and can barely tell a few more dishes, but they can't tell the difference between Huaxia and Fusang. Gushanna often encounters such customers who ask her why there is no sushi for sale.

Taking advantage of Watson's visit in the kitchen, Gushanna also asked him about the situation, but regretted to find that even a well-educated Westerner like Watson couldn't tell how many cuisines there are in Huaxia.

However, Watson could tell the difference between Huaxia cuisine and Fusang cuisine, and even knew that Zuo Zongtang's chicken had nothing to do with General Zuo Zongtang, which made Gushanna very satisfied.

Moreover, Watson's desire for knowledge is very strong. After hearing Gushanna's brief introduction to the origin of Chinese cuisine, he immediately asked if there were any relevant book recommendations that would allow him to understand Chinese food culture more systematically.

Gushanna herself hadn't read any monographs on this topic, but she knew that Dick had collected quite a lot of information on Chinese food culture, so she asked Dick to send a copy to Watson.

Watson stayed in the kitchen until nearly eleven o'clock, and then reluctantly left.

Since Gotham's traffic has always been famous for its endless traffic jams, the lunch time was brought forward to eleven o'clock. Even so, Watson was still worried that he would not be able to catch the two o'clock plane.

Wally came over to serve the food, and when he heard it, he comforted him: "Think about it, maybe it just happens to be in air traffic control or a natural disaster, and the flight will be delayed until the next day for the entire time period, and you can walk there in time."

Watson: "..."

Should I say thank you?

Although his words are not very pleasant, but the intention is still good, so should I say thank you?

Knowing that Watson and Sherlock didn't know how many cuisines there are in China, Gushanna originally had a bold idea, that is, to have a representative dish of each cuisine, so that they can know that China has rich and varied seasoning methods , not only sweet and sour taste.

However, considering that people who are going on a long-distance trip are not suitable for overly spicy and stimulating food, Gushanna gave up that idea, and the rest of the dishes for lunch were mainly light except for the strong taste of oxtail braised in red wine.

The first thing that was served was the oxtail soup. After Gushanna's unique filtering technique, the texture of the soup was so clear that Sherlock could even see his own reflection, which was completely different from the thick soup he usually drank.

Seeing a cup of clear soup for the first time, Sherlock was full of doubts, a little worried that he would drink a cup of tasteless plain water.Facts have proved that he was wrong. The Chinese people's extreme pursuit of food is unbelievable.

This soup is really delicious, it can taste the unique taste of ox tail, but it doesn't have a trace of fishy or greasy.

And the fragrance of green garlic also played a very good role in setting off, because the amount is well controlled, this kind of food which has always been famous for its strong smell has not been able to steal the limelight of the soup at all. between.

Sherlock took a sip of soup, frowned, took another sip, and frowned again.

After such a cycle, he put down the spoon until the bottom of a cup of soup was drunk, and stared at Watson with burning eyes.

Watson was busy eating his oxtail soup, when he suddenly felt a scorching stare fixed on his forehead, his hair stood on end, and he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Sherlock said politely: "It's nothing, I just want to ask, can you make soup of this level?"

Watson cleared his throat and said unnaturally, "I, I will work hard."

Sherlock squeezed out a professional smirk, and said dryly, "Come on."

Watson: "..."

After eating the delicious soup, Sherlock felt that his appetite had been whetted, so he used a fork to fork a piece of ginger chicken thigh.

The salty, fragrant and sweet taste filled his mouth immediately. This was a weird taste that he had never tasted in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, London. Although it was weird, it was not disgusting. Instead, it had a unique magic power that made people take a bite Still want to take a second bite.

From the corner of his eye, Sherlock saw that the guests at the next table were eating rice and vegetables, although he did not imitate other people's habits, he still subconsciously learned to do it.

Sherlock first used a spoon to scoop up a spoon full of multicolored fragrant rice, then clumsily forked a piece of chicken thigh on top, poured a little meat juice, garnished with a coriander, and finally sent it in a very wild manner. mouth.

Watson was holding the spoon, and there was also a mixture of rice, meat and vegetables prepared in the same way, and he asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

Sherlock remained silent, maintaining the movement of chewing, the muscles that moved his cheeks also fluctuated, only a pair of eyes were surprisingly bright.

After a long time, Watson saw him nodding his head slowly, said something delicious in a low voice, and then beckoned to the waiter: "Excuse me, please bring me a big spoon."

Watson: "..."

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "Well... sir, there are only three types of rice spoons in our restaurant, one is the one in your hand, the other is an anti-shake spoon for the elderly, and there is an ultra-small children's spoon .Well, if you want a big spoon, it's just a soup spoon."

Sherlock was kind: "Then give me a spoon, thank you!"

Watson stuffed rice and chicken thighs into his mouth, and raised his hands in a hurry, "Give me a handful too, thank you!"

The waiter nodded, turned around and walked to the disinfection cabinet, and brought each of them an oversized soup spoon.

The larger the capacity of the spoon, the more food can be placed.

Under the surprised eyes of the customers at the next table, Sherlock and Watson calmly put a small spoonful of multicolored fragrant rice, a small piece of chicken leg, a small piece of stuffed tofu, and a roll of water spinach into the spoon.

As for the sauce, there are four or five dishes on the table. The sauce of each dish is very delicious, and they can match it as they like.

This time, Watson chose the soup with oxtail braised in red wine, while Sherlock scooped up a spoonful of the thick-looking stuffing at the bottom of the Yong Tau Foo dish.

The two held the spoons contentedly, their eyes met, and instantly understood the meaning in each other's eyes, so they lightly touched the spoons in mid-air and said with a smile: "Cheers!"

Then he struggled to open his mouth wide, raised his head boldly, and ate the food in the spoon in one gulp.

Ow, delicious!

While chewing with his eyes squinted, Watson was intoxicated by the rich and colorful flavors, and at the same time, he started to work like a fly, desperately adding rice and vegetables to the spoon he had emptied.

Sherlock's speed was no slower than him, relying on the length of his hands, he snatched two tablespoons of shredded fish-flavored pork in an instant.

Not to be outdone, Watson simply put the spoon in the bowl to keep it balanced, then stood up with the spoon in one hand and the fork in the other, and quickly pulled shredded fish-flavored pork, chicken thigh and tofu into his bowl.

"You fouled!"

"Speak as if you didn't commit a foul!"

"Put down the plate, this is cheating!"

"If you can lift the pot, you can also pour it directly into the plate!"

……

A war broke out without gunpowder, and the customers at the next table who watched the whole process, after the initial shock, quickly turned around and called the waiter: "Please give me a soup spoon, the largest one !"

When Gu Shanna heard someone report that the supply of soup spoons in the restaurant was in short supply, she was stunned: "No way? Li Han has carefully calculated the number of tableware in the restaurant. Do you use a spoon? Did you just wash it and didn’t take it out?”

The employee who rushed to report the news wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Miss Boss, we have searched. The manager of the kitchen, dining room, and even the cold storage and office has brought people and searched inside and out three times."

With so many spoons missing mysteriously, Gushanna couldn't figure it out, so she could only say: "Then... let's ask someone to go to the supermarket to buy some temporarily! Has Lorna adjusted the surveillance?"

The employee nodded: "The surveillance has been checked a long time ago, there is no problem, and Detective Grayson has also passed by now."

Since Dick is here, there must be no problem. Gushanna felt relieved and said, "I will send two friends to the airport later, and I will leave the restaurant to you."

The staff agreed and left the kitchen to do their own thing.

Gusanne took the cast iron pot off the stove and turned around to see Rachel standing behind her.

Gushanna was very pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here? I haven't seen you for a long time, did you eat the milk cake for Titan last time?"

Rachel happily gave her a hug, and said, "I got it, is there anything super delicious! Have you finished your work here? Dick asked me to open the portal to take you and your friends to the airport."

Gushanna looked at the time in surprise: "It's almost a little bit soon, Holmes and the others haven't left yet?"

Rachel rubbed her nose: "I don't know either. It is said that there was a little accident. It seems that there was a quarrel over the last piece of chicken leg."

Gushanna: "..."

Idols actually quarreled over the chicken drumsticks I made. Is this the pinnacle of star chasing? !My life is complete!

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Dried up this Chinese dish!

Watson: In the next life, we will still be good friends!

People who eat melons: If you have something to say, talk about it, you two don’t grab each other’s spoon if you disagree!Hey, get up from the ground!

I'm so busy this week, I'm late, I apologize for having a bite of freshly baked fried chicken (hey!)~