[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

The next day Jane got up on time according to her biological clock, and there was no change due to the change of environment.Mycroft snored a little, and didn't mean to wake up for half a day because of Jane's actions.

Jane rang the bell, got up trembling and poked the fireplace, put two logs in, and after a while, the room was warm again.

After a while, there were footsteps outside, and it was Belle bringing hot water up.After Jane washed, she put on a thick skirt and boots, and a large woolen shawl before going downstairs.

When Jane went downstairs, she happened to see Mr. Holmes and Sherlock going out. Both of them were wearing riding clothes and high boots. It seemed that they were going to go for a walk. Special, getting up every day is like dying.

No wonder Mycroft is fatter than Charles and Sherlock. Jane secretly despised her husband in her heart, and then remembered that Eugenie also likes to get up late, uh... the mother and son are the same in this regard.

Then Jane thought again, is Charles and Sherlock reconciled?

It is still very cold in the morning in winter, and there is frost at night, and the tip of the grass is still white.Even though the breath is foggy and the sky is still slightly bright, the day's work has already begun.

Jane didn't bother the servants who were cleaning. She was wearing thick clothes and was going to walk around.When passing by the big Christmas tree in the living room, Jane casually hung up two small sachets she made out of rags.

"Good morning, ma'am, are you going out?" The housekeeper happened to come in, and he couldn't help asking when he saw Jane.

"Good morning, Dumbledore, I'm about to go for a walk and get some fresh air." Jane tidied up the branches and leaves near the sachet, "I made this, does it look good?"

"Very good." The housekeeper admired it carefully, "It's very oriental."

"Really? Then I was quite successful in doing it." Jane wrapped a woolen shawl.

"Come back for breakfast, ma'am?" In order to distinguish Jane from Mrs. Holmes, everyone now called Jane Mrs., and Mrs. Holmes as Viscountess or Lady.

"I'll be back in about half an hour, and I'll eat when I come back." Jane walked to the door and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, Dumbledore, if Mycroft gets up, please prepare a glass of warm water for him, he recently Some cough."

"Okay, ma'am."

Jane also liked to take a walk when she was in Longbourne, but when she moved to London after she got married, it happened that the time was not suitable for going out, and the air in London was not so good.

The surrounding grass is bare, and only the small hills in the distance can see the whole piece of green.

A large road at the gate leads to a small town a few miles away, with small forests on both sides of the road.

There are many shrubs in the woods that do not wither in winter, and there are some berries hanging on them, which are the food of the birds that do not migrate in winter and the small animals that do not hibernate.

Jian Jian walked along the main road until she came to a small stone bridge, which happened to be a fork in the road. The big road led to the town, and the small road turned a corner, but it was hidden in the woods .

Jane was planning to walk along the path, but when she heard the sound of "Dede" horse's hooves, she simply stood still and waited for the horse to pass by before walking.

Unexpectedly, it was Mr. Holmes and Sherlock who rode over on horseback. They sat on the horse and kept the horse trotting.

"Jane, why are you here?" Sherlock saw Jane at a glance.

"I went out for a walk, and you're going back now? I saw you go out before, and it hasn't been long." Jane looked up at Mr. Holmes and Sherlock.

Sherlock said, "It's just a trot."

Mr. Holmes is very satisfied with Jane, his daughter-in-law. She is beautiful, smart, and deeply loved by her son. More importantly, she is also worthy of his son's deep affection, so Mr. Holmes is also willing to show his friendliness to Jane.

Mr. Holmes said to Jane: "There is a lake in front of this forest, but it is not safe for you to walk alone in the forest. Go back first, and let Mycroft take you to have a look next time."

Jane nodded after listening, "Okay, you go back on horseback first, I can walk back by myself."

Mr. Holmes and Sherlock rode their horses and left first. When they were far away, Jane took out her pocket watch and saw that she had been out for more than half an hour. She thought it hadn't been long. No wonder both Mr. Holmes and Sherlock came back, so she also went back.

Mycroft had come downstairs when Jane came back, and he was sitting in the dining room, yawning in his nightgown, cutting bread.

"Good morning, dear." Jane kissed Mycroft on the cheek as she passed.

"Good morning, you are really cold." Mycroft was touched by Jane's lips, "Hurry up and wash your face with hot water to keep warm."

"Have Charles and Sherlock returned? I just met them on the road."

"I'm back, they went to change clothes." Mycroft said vaguely as he took a bite of his bread.Jane suddenly put her hand on Mycroft's face, and Mycroft screamed from the ice, and the bread in his mouth fell off. He dropped the bread as if to get up and catch Jane, and Jane laughed and ran upstairs .

The Christmas dinner is the job of the hostess of the family. Jane originally didn't want to do it for her, but Mrs. Holmes wrote a letter early to ask Jane to serve some dishes on the dinner. Like last time, Jane just It needs to be commanded by remote control, and there is no need to pay money. Everything is available. When you come, there will naturally be a cook to help you.

What's wrong with this?

The Holmes family has spent so many Christmases. Didn't they eat before?But who wouldn't want to eat something good? Anyway, Mrs. Holmes has no embarrassment at all. Who made Jane her daughter-in-law?

Mrs. Holmes had already secretly let some cured goods to taste, not to mention, the recipe seems to be similar, but the taste is completely different.Mrs. Holmes smacked her lips. Jane never failed her, and I am sure she would not this time.

Jane is not hypocritical. She agreed to the matter without hesitation. Before that, she used letters to remotely control everyone to do some preparatory work. Today is the time for the official start of work.

The work has been arranged for a long time, Jane ate breakfast and went to the kitchen, where everyone was busy.

Sherlock also came to join in the fun, and it was the first time he saw Jane preside over the kitchen.Sherlock stood at the door of the kitchen and watched for a while. There were several people in the kitchen, those who washed vegetables, those who peeled their skins, and those who cooked meat.Two other footmen were outside the kitchen, hammering beef on a slab with thin iron rods in both hands.

"What's this for?" Sherlock was very curious. He had seen a beef cutter, but he had never seen a beef hammer. Is this for making meaty meat?

Jane passed by and gave Sherlock an "ignorant" look, "The steak you ate was also hammered, but the meat hammer used is too small, how long will it take to hammer so much meat, so I let them use it Iron rod, so you can make more at once.”

"Does the steak need to be hammered this bad?" Sherlock felt that Jane was donating him.

"Who says I'm making steak? I'm making meatballs."

Is that what meatballs do?Sherlock was very suspicious.

"Okay, don't make trouble here, we are going to start preparing the roast goose." Jane waved Sherlock away.

Roast goose is the main dish of Christmas. Generally speaking, Europeans eat roast goose on the spot. They brush the goose with sauce and stuff it into the oven directly.

Jane is much more particular. She requires that when the goose is slaughtered, the opening should be small, and the goose should not be broken completely, and she must be careful not to break the skin of the goose.

The processed goose is first mixed with salt, fennel, cardamom, cinnamon, clove, onion, ginger, garlic and other seasonings, wine, and water to make a pot of sauce, and then soak the whole goose overnight.Then put salt on the stomach of the goose, put shredded green onions and apples, pour Jane's special sauce, and have to sew it up.

Jane also had a tube inserted under the skin of the goose's neck to blow air, which was unheard of. The maids were too scared to do this work, so they called a manservant who was working outside to blow it.Sherlock kept asking why, which annoyed Jane so much that she almost let Sherlock blow the goose.

Blow or roll!

Sherlock grinned his teeth and struggled for a long time before deciding to choose the latter.

The manservant was doing physical work, and his vital capacity was so great that he could blow up the goose skin in two breaths. Jane quickly tied the neck of the goose herself so that the breath would not escape.

First scald with boiling water, then rinse with cold water, the goose skin has to be drenched with skin water, and finally hang it outside to dry, and it will not go into the oven until dinner is made in the afternoon.

It is a pity that there is not enough material at hand, Jane can only do her best, but this is enough to amaze the cook and other servants. In the past, who would have thought that it would take so many hours to prepare for roast goose?

Jane doesn't think so, do you think Britain is full of dark cuisine, and there is no food in Europe?Then you are wrong.Eating, drinking and having fun is the ultimate pursuit of human beings. The only difference is whether there is money to make you happy.

Roast goose is not enough. Jane also taught Mrs. Ritter to cook a big pot of stew. Mrs. Ritter was good at broth, but the stew was different from what she knew before.The pork belly was cut into pieces and blanched in water, stewed with spices, and then stewed on a low fire. It took four hours to cook it.But no one felt worthless when the lid was opened.

How can it be so fragrant?The fragrance makes people scratch their heads and feet, the fragrance makes people unable to control their saliva, the fragrance makes people feel itchy in the heart, the fragrance makes people feel like they are sick, and it is hard to take a sip immediately to be cured.

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Mrs. Ritter held back her saliva and put the lid on the pot, "Oh~" Someone yelled regretfully, she turned her head and glared at the others, "Hurry up and get to work!"

The others immediately bowed their heads and got busy with what they were doing.

Jane asked Mrs. Ritter to make some small white cakes the size of a palm. As soon as she said it, Mrs. Farrit understood. These pancakes are a bit like making European buns, and the dough is soft and firm. The pot is slowly cooked.This is so simple, Mrs. Ritter made fifty of them in one go.

Because I have a big meal at night, lunch is very simple. The delicious stew is soft and glutinous, and the small white cakes are torn into small pieces and eaten.

The stew was delicious, the white cakes were easy to digest, and the activities did not hinder dinner. Jane ate four and a half, and Mrs. Holmes also ate four. The remaining more than 40 white cakes were eaten by three The man made a round bag, and Sherlock ate twenty of them by himself.

Mrs. Holmes was afraid that he might be overwhelmed, so she hurried everyone out for a good exercise.She also laughed at her youngest son, who ate so much at noon, can he still have a good meal at night?Who would have thought that when the three Holmes came back after five o'clock, Sherlock hadn't spoken yet, but his stomach started to growl first.

"When's the meal? I'm hungry!" Sherlock asked confidently.

Mrs. Holmes: "...==" Sherlock, you are no longer a young boy, can you control your appetite?

Jane: "... ==" Eating so much and still being so skinny, it's a waste of food.

If only Sherlock asked, no one would answer, but Mycroft also asked Jane quietly, and Jane immediately went to tell Mrs. Holmes that dinner was ready, and eating dinner early would not make you fat.

Mrs. Holmes agreed, a biscuit the size of a palm is not very good.

The author has something to say: Jane: Bake, bake, cook, fry, fry

Holmes'S: (=﹃=)

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This is a chapter about single dogs~111, I suddenly thought of the red envelopes my friends gave me, ╭(╯^╰)╮