[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

"Gentlemen." Jane knocked on the door, "Are you going to drink this glass of wine forever? Come out to eat quickly. Sherlock, put on your socks."

"Listen to you, ma'am." Mycroft put his glass aside.

Sherlock drank the contents of the glass in one gulp, moved his toes, sat up straight from the armchair, picked up the socks on the footstool and muttered as he put them on: "Sherlock, put on the socks. Oh, God Well, Jane is really looking more and more like my mother, and sometimes I wonder who is Mrs. Holmes' real child. I said Mycroft, can't you tell Jane?"

"Why don't you say it?" Mycroft asked angrily.

"That's your wife, isn't it? I'm not stupid."

"Sorry, me too."

The brothers rolled their eyes at each other.

Finally, Sherlock came out fully dressed, otherwise it would be too inappropriate to eat dinner in pajamas.

The servants in the dining room were busy putting the dishes on the table, the tableware had been neatly arranged, and the candles were lit.Lydia came to the restaurant first with Oulos in her arms. Before the others came, she wanted to arrange for Oulos first.Now Ouluosi can already eat some complementary food, so Ouluosi will be carried to the restaurant every day when she eats.

When Sherlock appeared in the restaurant, Lydia was taken aback. When she saw Sherlock a few years ago, Lydia still thought he was a refined boy in London. Why haven't I seen him for a few years, and the refined boy has become a rough guy.

Isn't it true that moving things in the theater every day, isn't it a rough guy?

"Hello, Mr. Holmes." Lydia looked at Sherlock in surprise.

"Miss Bennet." Sherlock looked at Olos who was sitting on the exclusive stool.

It was a wooden high stool with a grill in front to prevent Olosi from slipping off. The stool was covered with an L-shaped cushion, half for sitting and half for leaning on.

Chubby (Sherlock's perspective) Olos is wearing a pink skirt and a pink bonnet, sitting on a stool and playing with a toy that makes noises, and Lydia is trying to squeeze a cushion into Olos. Rose was behind, and pulled out the rattle that Olos stuffed into her mouth from time to time.

"Ah, this is your uncle Olos." Lydia introduced solemnly.

When Olos saw Sherlock, she giggled and rang the bell at him with a smile, but stopped after a while, as if she felt that she had recognized the wrong person, and she looked at Sherlock with a puzzled face.Hearing her aunt's words, Olos turned her head to Lydia, "Huh?" Olos questioned.

"Uncle, your uncle." Lydia continued to explain to Olos, regardless of whether she understood or not.

"I'm afraid such a young child can't understand what uncle means." Sherlock stepped forward and bent over to look at Olos carefully, "You don't know me, but I know you... why do I think she looks a lot like that?" Eugenie?"

"Don't get too close." Before Lydia could finish her sentence, she saw Olos throwing the toy at Sherlock. If it wasn't for his quick flash, the toy would have hit his nose.

"Ah!" Olos angrily shook the toy at Sherlock, making the toy make noise.

"Olos doesn't like strangers getting too close." Lydia added, "Just wait until you get to know each other well."

"It seems that I broke into her safe range." Sherlock rubbed his nose and stood up straight.

Lydia: "?"

Jane and Mycroft walked in together, "Why are you standing here instead of sitting down? Have you all washed your hands?" Jane was holding a small bowl containing custard for Olos.

"...I'll go right away." Lydia walked out of the restaurant quickly, holding her skirt.

"Olos, my little baby~ Sherlock, you already know each other, right?" Mycroft took out the toy that Olos stuffed into his mouth, and he lifted Olos by the armrests on both sides of the stool. Even the stool was moved between his and Jane's seats.

"Wow." Olos rang the bell happily, and accidentally hit Mycroft's finger, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Are you okay?" Jane quickly checked.

"It's okay, Olos doesn't have much strength, right, my little sweetheart." Mycroft shook his hand.

But Jane still ordered: "Nina, go upstairs and change a puppet for Olos."

"Good lady." Nina went upstairs to get a puppet to replace the rattle for Olos. Olos didn't care what kind of toy it was, as long as she had a toy in her hand.

This day, a bowl of hot mutton soup really feels comfortable. It is also great to tear up the bread and soak it in the soup.

"Your skills are getting better and better Jane." Sherlock said without flattering.

It's been a long time since I had such delicious food. Sherlock ate seriously, politely and quickly...don't ask him how he did it.

Olos has been very curious about Sherlock since she met him, she has been watching him, and by the way, she also pays attention to what he is eating.

"Ada." Olos said to her mommy.

"Enn." Jane casually stuffed a small spoonful of custard into Olos' mouth.

Olos: Ha ha ha ha.

Sherlock drank a spoonful of soup and babbled.

"Ah." Olos pointed to the mutton soup.

"En." While Olos opened her mouth, Jane stuffed another spoonful of custard into Olos's mouth.

"Ah!" Olos slapped the table angrily.

Jane skillfully brought the bowl to the soup basin and pretended to scoop a spoonful of soup into the bowl, then quickly scooped a spoonful of custard and stuffed it into Olosi's mouth.

Olos: Ha ha ha ha.

Sherlock rolled a forkful of noodles and ate it, blah blah.

"Well." Olos pointed to the noodles, and by the way, Jane stuffed another spoonful of custard.

"Well, well." Jane pretended to dig the noodles with a spoon, and stuffed them into Olos's mouth before she could see clearly.

Olos: Ha ha ha ha.

Olos: What's so fat?I feel as if something is not quite right. (#°Д°)? ?

After a while, a small bowl of custard was finished, and Jane showed Olos the bowl, indicating that there was no more. Olos took a look, oh, I understand, I can’t eat it, okay.Then she sat with her lips pursed and watched others eat.

This operation is amazing, but everyone is quite used to it, only Sherlock has never seen it and finds it very interesting.

"Is that how you tricked her into eating?" Sherlock and Olos looked at each other, and Olos clapped her hands happily.

"She likes you quite a bit, Sherlock." Mycroft seemed to have eaten a slice of lemon.

"Would you like to try feeding her next time?" Jane asked Nina to bring a small bowl of warm water and feed a few small spoons to clear Oulos' mouth, and then asked Nina to carry Oulos out to digest .

Sherlock didn't know that ordinary wives would not feed their children by themselves, so he was quite eager to try.Mycroft, who already knew the principle of "you can do it as soon as you see it", laughed and said nothing.

But Jane was able to eat at last, and Belle hastened to serve her a bowl of hot soup.With the participation of the hostess, the topic became much more heated. Mycroft took out his watch while talking.

"What time is it?" Jane asked casually.

"Twenty-three at eight." Mycroft answered precisely.

"Who else wants to come?" Sherlock answered immediately.

"It's Darcy..." Before Mycroft finished speaking, Bailey walked to the door of the restaurant, knocked on the door, and said, "A Mr. Darcy and a Mr. King came to visit, and they said they had an appointment. "

"They do have an appointment, please take them to the small living room, and I'll be right there." Mycroft finished his plate hastily and wiped his mouth.

"Berry, bring the two gentlemen a cup of the hot drink just now, heat up the fireplace, and send them two hot towels to wipe their faces. This day must have froze them to death." Jane hurriedly ordered a few words.

"I'll go and meet them first." Mycroft stood up and kissed Jane, and Jane said, "If they haven't eaten, invite them to have a bite together, even if you are looking for someone, you can't be in a hurry right now. "

Mycroft paused, he didn't miss Jane's prompt, "Okay, dear."

After Mycroft left, Lydia asked Jane in a low voice: "Mr. Darcy and Mr. King? Are they the two I know? Miss King's uncle? How did they come to London?"

"It's definitely not a good thing." Jane said perfunctorily.However, Sherlock pointed it out sharply, "You know what they are here for." Lydia immediately looked at Jane again.

Jane twitched her lips, "If I'm not mistaken, it has something to do with that damned Wakeham."

Hearing this name, Lydia buried her face in the plate with guilt.

Just as he was talking, Mycroft really brought Mr. Darcy and Mr. King to the restaurant.

"The two gentlemen have just got off the train and haven't eaten yet. I want guests to go hungry is not the way of hospitality, so I brought them here." Mycroft introduced, "Jane, this is my friend, Fitzwilliam Darcy, the other one needs no introduction, Mr. King. This is my wife, the eldest daughter of the Bennet family, Jane Holmes, and this is her sister, Miss Lydia, and my Brother, Sherlock."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you in this weather." Darcy didn't show his surprise. He did hear that the eldest daughter of the Bennet family had married to London, but he never thought she was Mycroft. He also did not expect to meet another Miss Bennet who impressed him here.

"Good evening, everyone, Banner... No, Mrs. Holmes, Lydia, nice to meet you." Mr. Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and it felt good to see familiar people.

Mycroft seated the two guests, Belle brought the cutlery, it was great to have a warm meal on this cold rainy day, especially when Mr Darcy and Mr King were in a hurry When eating, this fragrant mutton soup is really delicious and relaxing.

"I have never tasted such delicious mutton soup." Mr. Jin praised, "I have long heard that the Bennet family has a delicious secret recipe handed down from their ancestors. It seems that sometimes rumors can be believed."

"Then you should eat more, after all, I am the heir to the secret recipe of the Bennet family." Jane joked.

Mr. Jin thinks so deeply, and even Mr. Darcy can't help but believe Jane's words.

After some chatting, Jane originally planned to turn the topic to Darcy and Jin's intentions quietly, but Lydia asked impatiently: "Mr. Came to get him back, didn't he?"

Lydia is not an idiot. Although she doesn't know Mr. Darcy's motives, her friend's uncle has come in person. She actually has a bad premonition in her heart, but she still hopes that she is wrong.

The author has something to say: Jane: Pig teammate, Lydia!

Mycroft: ...

Sherlock: Pig!