antique on the run

After going around for a long time, it seems that everything has new developments, but it seems to stay in place.

"Although I don't know if finding out about the second person Mick's father snatched and the person he likes will help find the murderer, but I think this line is worth pursuing." Qi Xiao said, " From the current point of view, the best way is to find Mick again."

After all, no matter how private speculations are, they are not as true and reliable as the child's own words.

Sai Wei stood up on his knees, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, walked over and took Qi Xiao's hand and said: "Well, I agree, but Qi Xiao, it's getting late, and the school is probably over, let's go Let's go tomorrow."

Winter nights always come very early, especially for Sewell who has been running around in the cold wind of London for a day, and there is nothing more comfortable than returning to the warm attic.

Especially thinking that Mrs. Hudson downstairs is cooking dinner, and there will be a hot dinner later, it will be even better.

"Speaking of which, Qi Xiao, can you cook?" Sai Wei suddenly asked.

Qi Xiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Sai Wei suddenly asked about cooking, but he still replied: "Yes."

"Chinese food?"

"Well, a little Indian food."

"Indian food?" Sai Wei's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Why do you know how to cook Indian food?"

Qi Xiao said: "I went to India for antique hunting before, and I felt that the food there was delicious, so I learned how to make it by the way."

Sai Wei sighed in admiration: "It's a pity, there is no Indian food here, otherwise I really want to try your Indian food!"

Qi Xiao said without hesitation: "I can make it for you when I get back to the Louvre, but let me state in advance that I just know how to make it. I'm afraid it's not as delicious as you imagined. If you want to eat authentic Indian food dishes, it is more reliable to find an Indian restaurant."

He was stating a fact, but Sai Wei shook his head and said with a smile: "No, as long as you make it, everything tastes good."

Qi Xiao: "..."

He should have thought about it a long time ago, no matter what he said, Saiwei has the ability to flirt.

Seville blinked and whistled frivolously: "I can cook classic French cuisine, especially French desserts. The ones I make are definitely better than those bought outside. I will cook them for you when I get back."

Qi Xiao was puzzled and said, "Aren't you a nobleman, and you still cook for yourself?"

Sai Wei shrugged and said: "Although I am a nobleman, I like to study cooking, so I studied with our pastry chef for a while." He smiled, "I am quite talented in this area, If one day I quit chasing antiques, it would be nice to be a full-time pastry chef."

Qi Xiao glanced at him sideways, and said coldly, "Are you sure you can still do it after examining a corpse like Natasha's?"

Saiwei: "..."

He really didn't want to recall the autopsy process that day...

"By the way, when I looked at Watson's notebook just now, I found that he drew a red circle for today, and it said: 'Mrs. Hudson's birthday'. Do you know this?" Qi Xiao said.

"Mrs. Hudson's birthday?" Sewell was puzzled, "I'm sorry Qi Xiao, I don't know, there is no record on Holmes' calendar... I don't think Holmes has ever cared about this kind of thing, he probably cared Just the interesting cases."

As for Mrs. Hudson's birthday, I am sorry that Holmes does not even remember when his own birthday is.

Qi Xiao looked at Sai Wei, rolled his eyes, and said, "By the way, you just said that you can make French desserts?"

Saiwei didn't understand, so he nodded and said, "Well, yes."

"delicious?"

"Of course!" Sai Wei was very dissatisfied with Qi Xiao's suspicion, and said seriously: "Even my pastry chef said that my craftsmanship is great, if I want him to lose his job, Qi Xiao, I promise, you won't Eat better French desserts than mine!"

Qi Xiao patiently listened to his bragging about his skills, and when he finished speaking, he didn't make a sound, pulled Sewei up and went downstairs.

"Mrs. Hudson," Qi Xiao said loudly, pushing open the kitchen door, "Sherlock said today is your birthday, and he wants to show his hands and make you a birthday cake."

Sevi: "!!!"

Mrs. Hudson: "!!!"

"When did I say I would do it?"

"Sherlock can actually make a birthday cake?"

The two spoke to Qi Xiao at the same time, but Qi Xiao didn't hear either of them clearly.

Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth, looked at Sewe from head to toe, and then from foot to head, and said in surprise: "John, you must be joking, Sherlock can make cakes? That's really unbelievable."

She probably really thought Qi Xiao was joking, clasped her hands on her heart, and sighed softly: "Oh, dear John, I am very grateful that you can remember my birthday, you are so kind. But don't make things difficult for Sherlock Now, how can he, who doesn't even work in the kitchen, know how to make cakes, let me see, let me make some sandwiches for you for dinner, and it's enough for each of you to say happy birthday to me."

After finishing speaking, the old lady turned around briskly and was about to continue making her sandwiches, but Sewei stopped her.

Saiwei didn't understand why these people just didn't believe that he was a pastry master!

"I'm going to make the cake, Mrs. Hudson, please step aside." Sewell said decisively: "I'll let you see what is called authentic French..."

"Ahem!" Qi Xiao coughed forcefully twice.

"Oh, that, let me show you what an authentic birthday cake is." Sai Wei was short of breath, and finished the second half of the sentence in a low voice.

He almost talked about French desserts just now. You know that Holmes, a native British man, can't even make British desserts, so how could he know how to make French desserts.

"Mrs. Hudson, do you have any tools for making cakes here? The most important things are flour, eggs, and cream."

Mrs. Hudson thought for a while, and said, "I have some, I'll bring them for you! I just bought a box of flour, and it's all fresh!"

The old lady dragged out a huge wooden box from the corner, opened the lid and took out a sack of flour, and then ran around in the small kitchen to find the tools needed for making cakes for Saiwei. Standing in the way at the door, he pushed him out of the kitchen, making Qi Xiao dumbfounded.

But after all, it is a British kitchen, and the frequency of baking bread is much higher than making cakes, so even if Mrs. Hudson tried her best to help, the things she could find were still very limited.

But fortunately, Sai Wei thinks that these things are enough for him to put his skills to good use.

"Honestly speaking, I find it incredible that I can make such delicious cakes under such simple conditions!"

When the cake was served on the table, Saiwei grabbed some cream and put it in his mouth, and sighed with his waist: "Really, this is simply a miracle!"

Qi Xiao laid out the sandwiches that Mrs. Hudson made for everyone, and said, "The delicious butter only means that the butter bought by Mrs. Hudson is of good quality. What does it have to do with your craftsmanship?"

He glanced at the cake covered with buttercream with lovely sharp corners, and asked in confusion, "And why do I feel that you burned the cake?"

"How is it possible!" Saiwei said angrily, "That's not paste! It's a healthy cake color, Qi Xiao, the whiter the cake, the better it tastes! If the color is darker, it will be crispy. It's a pity that there is no meringue here. ingredients, or I could make you a pie or a tart."

That's a real French dessert.

"I really didn't expect that, Sherlock, you are so powerful!" Unlike Qi Xiao's questioning, Mrs. Hudson was deeply shocked by Sewell's show, and said pleasantly: "I can eat the cake made by Sherlock himself. , oh, this is really something I dare not even think about, after all, you are a person who can't even peel potatoes!"

Mrs. Hudson was sitting at the table, eating the birthday cake Sherlock made for her, feeling extremely happy.

She had been alone for so many years after she left her husband, but she never thought that one day someone would celebrate her birthday.

Now she sincerely felt that renting the house to Sherlock and John was indeed a wise choice.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Hudson to be so happy just because I made a cake." After the happy birthday dinner, Qi Xiao and Seway returned to the attic to rest, Seville said: "But it's still because What I made is delicious, that's why she's so excited, isn't it, Qi Xiao?"

This started bragging again.

Qi Xiao leaned towards him and didn't answer, but said, "By the way, Sewell, Mrs. Hudson reminded me of something just now."

"what's up?"

"Her wooden box for flour."

"Wooden box... a box?" Sai Wei repeated his words, and his face turned into a bitter melon in an instant, "Oh, Qi Xiao, you must mean the wooden box that the murderer used to store Natasha's body, didn't you? "

He looked at Qi Xiao sadly, and silently blamed Qi Xiao for bringing back his bad memory, but Qi Xiao ignored him, but frowned slightly, thinking about something.

"Sever, do you remember what that wooden box the murderer used to hold Natasha's body looked like when we went to the Thames?"

Sai Wei curled his lips. He originally thought that he could put aside those troubles for the time being tonight and relax, but who knew that Qi Xiao went around and went back to the case.

Alas, it's so dedicated that it makes people unhappy.