[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

When Miss Ludwig awoke in the morning, she discovered two extraordinary facts.

First, this is Sherlock's room.

Second, the room was filled with the smell of bread and honey.

So she woke up from starvation.

Sherlock was sitting by her bed, flipping through a book, and when he saw her wake up, he leaned over and touched her forehead.

Ludwig was startled, and turned over subconsciously:

"Is this some kind of religious blessing ceremony?"

"It can be said that touching the forehead is indeed an act of blessing in many religions."

Sherlock left her after touching her, commenting objectively:

"But the greater use of this action is to compare our temperature difference to determine whether you still have a fever. Your low-grade fever lasted all night."

"..."

Staying with Sherlock for a long time caused her to think about everything in a complicated way.

"Why am I in your room?"

Sherlock stared at the book in front of him fascinated:

"Given the current state of hygiene and soundness of your sheets it is not suitable for sleep."

"..."

She can understand the health status, the integrity... what's going on?

Ludwig glanced at the more than 20 books on the bedside table. It was obvious that Sherlock had read them all in one night. It was also obvious that she could not understand any of them. It could only be seen from the cover that these were probably all medical books. class books.

She estimated Sherlock's reading speed:

"You didn't sleep last night?"

"I often stay up at night."

What she had last night was not just a low-grade fever, the inflammation caused by the wound caused her severe dehydration... What's more, he still has the illusion that she will disappear if he blinks his eyes.

Sherlock put down the book, and put his arm around her naturally from behind, but he saw that in the part of her sleeve lifted up by the quilt, on her white arm, there were marks of various sharp gravel scratches, and... small bruises.

It's not all made of stone.

"You should tell me that you are a virgin, so that my study direction will change."

He hugged her tightly, with a slightly annoyed tone:

"Next time I'll be more careful."

It took Ludwig a moment to realize that he was referring to his rough behavior during their first sex.

"It's okay, you don't mind."

Ludwig held his hand indifferently, and patted him half jokingly and half reassuringly:

"Anyway, there will be no next time."

Sherlock: "..."

After a long time, he said softly:

"Amisobad?"

The tone was a little hesitant, with a touch of...uncertainty, which didn't sound like the tone of the mighty Sherlock.

It seems that in the home field far away from rationality, in terms of sex that he is not yet fully proficient in, he will also show unconfidence like a big boy who has lost his virginity for the first time.

... It's over, she seems to have overplayed her joke.

"Of course there will be no next time."

Ludwig grabbed Sherlock's wrist, but said in a more definite tone:

"Because now I find out my body is actually an Asian and yours is a European, so we are totally mismatched in size, different species..."

This sentence is the truth.

——Hey, cross-species can't fall in love, okay?Will it crack?Would you please break up?

……

Is this comforting him in disguise?

Sherlock hooked his lips.

His tone was light and aggrieved, like a big cat that was hungry but its owner forgot about the food, and kept meowing at its owner's feet begging for attention.

But behind Ludwig's invisible back, the expression on his face is completely different:

"You can't blame me for this. I can't decide my genes, but I don't object to you questioning my parents."

"..."

Ludwig was terrified by the grievance tone he had never seen before, and almost couldn't stand it, but she still pointedly accused:

"Then you also lied to me... because you are not a virgin at all, you have experienced all kinds of battles."

"Of course I am a virgin. The ability to learn is my talent, and I cannot control it... This is not the reason for you to reject me."

Sherlock put one arm around her, and quietly sent a text message to Mrs. Hudson behind her back:

"She woke up.sh"

The screen of the mobile phone, which had been tuned to silence, quickly lit up:

"Acting like a baby and showing weakness are the best means for a strong man to deal with women, and food is the best way to deal with Miss Ludwig-my dear, have you prepared your love breakfast?"

……

Sherlock put away the phone, buried his head in Miss Ludwig's slightly burnt long hair and rubbed it:

"You deprived me of my virgin status, so you are responsible to me."

"..."

This topic cannot continue.

If she continued, she would be crushed by his rare "weakness".

Ludwig took Sherlock's hand away, trying to get out of his arms.

It's a pity that she was too weak, and she was quickly and forcefully pressed down by Sherlock just after she struggled.

...Why is it so strong now?

"It is cold outside."

...This is so cold in May.

But Ludwig didn't say that, she just discussed with him reasonably:

"But when I think about it, can you get out, get out of the way?"

"..."

Sherlock looked at her with a knowing look:

"hungry?"

"Of course, when I see your neck now, I think of boiled oyster meat."

"Oysters?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes:

"...No matter in terms of material or shape, the two are not related at all, Vichy, you can't compare that brainless invertebrate mollusc to me..."

"Not always."

Ludwig slightly supported his body from the bed:

"At least as white."

"..."

Then he picked up a huge dinner plate from another bedside table and handed it to Ludwig.

There are at least three styles of breakfast in it. It seems that there are Japanese, Italian and Danish, because Ludwig saw Denmark and the matching is very gorgeous, so gorgeous that every piece of white pickled melon is carved into a perfect six Polygonal cutout snowflakes.

"..."

How do you say this?

"Don't look at me like that. Since you haven't eaten for two days, and you have experienced too much physical exertion before, combined with your usual eating habits, I can certainly predict when you will wake up hungry."

……

No wonder the windmill bread was still warm.

Mr. Holmes has been hit again in the past two days.

But too much stimulation is easy to mutate, she can understand.

"I don't like eating in bed."

Ludwig slowly got up from the bed, put the dinner plate aside, and looked for shoes beside the bed:

"Many evil things begin with the bad habit of eating in bed, especially cream, ice cream, pudding, bananas, red wine, and your favorite petit fours."

Sherlock: "..."

In addition, shouldn't he tell his little girlfriend that in order to learn what Mycroft called "the necessary process of falling in love", he has completely studied the "audio and" and "Hata Noyui Works Collection" recommended by her? "Afterwards, her words that he thought were cryptic and that he couldn't understand... he could actually understand them?

Well, forget about such a dangerous thing.At least he can also "accidentally" get information about her "liked style" without her knowing it.

But...cream?

Sherlock silently picked up the plate and followed his girlfriend, frowning...he doesn't like cream.

But the red wine and cherry petit fours seemed good.

Ludwig walked very slowly, standing on the ground made her dizzy, and Sherlock just slowly followed her half a step away, and didn't intend to step forward to help her.

She doesn't like overly attentive service.

He could see this in the Wilvi Jiaxi restaurant.

Ludwig pulled out his chair and sat down:

"This level of craftsmanship is definitely not made by Mrs. Hudson...you actually ordered takeaway?"

Sherlock pulled out a chair across from her and sat down:

"If there are culinary masters of this level in London, Mycroft won't have to worry about lunch."

That's what old John did.

Ludwig picked up the complete set of western food utensils that had been thoughtfully placed by the housekeeper on the side of the dinner plate, and gave the old man a thumbs up.

Sherlock glanced at her and guessed exactly what she was thinking:

"No, John is old, and his knife skills are not so delicate."

Can't even reach Old John?

Then, maybe there is only one person left who can help her make this incredible breakfast...

……

Fuck!How can it be!

Ludwig looked up in shock.

Sherlock stared at her closely, hooked the corners of his mouth, as if looking forward to her next reaction.

Then--

He saw that his little girlfriend picked up the plate neatly and walked towards the trash can.

While walking, he said firmly:

"Is the food that Mycroft sent is for people to eat? Did you find a mouse to test the toxicity?...Forget it's too much trouble, it's over."

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft, who has just resumed video contact with Baker Street, has mobilized Britain's top technicians and hackers:

"..."

Baker Street sucks.

Sherlock pursed his lips, stopped looking at her, and just said lightly:

"If you do pour, you lose the first breakfast your boyfriend made you."

"...Who did you say did it?"

Ludwig's hand suddenly paused in the air:

"You cook? Are you kidding me?"

"If you think there's anyone else in London who can carve as well as your mate."

Sherlock spoke arrogantly:

"It's just the simplest chemistry experiment. I can rearrange carbon atoms to turn them from carbon into diamonds. There's no reason I can't cook—it's just a matter of rearranging sodium chloride, sodium glutamate, and glucose polymers." compound..."

……

"...You can just say salt, monosodium glutamate, and sugar." The monosodium glutamate is what she bought together with instant noodles from Chinatown.

Ludwig stared sleepwalkingly at the pickled melon in his hand, which was called a work of art, still stuck in the shock of "Sherlock helped her make breakfast".

Her family, Mr. Holmes, went a little too far this time.

Sherlock in the kitchen?Oh, did the solar system explode?

……

"Given that we're still sitting here, the solar system is clearly still orbiting the Earth."

Without looking up, Sherlock guessed exactly what was going on in her mind.

It's just that the order is a bit wrong.

Sherlock's so-called "catch up" astronomy knowledge is to change "the sun revolves around the earth" to "the solar system revolves around the earth".

Well, this atypical advance, managed to pull her back to Earth.

"I'm just a little...unbelievable, is this an after-the-fact benefit?"

"If you think it's welfare, then it's welfare."

Sherlock glanced at her, then quickly averted his eyes.

The gesture was his usual haughty indifference:

"If you are willing to exchange your body for a breakfast of the highest level in London, as a welfare giver, I can accept it with difficulty..."

"Do I look so spineless?"

Ludwig interrupted him with a smile:

"Hehe, stop dreaming."

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft and the hackers and lackeys behind Mycroft who have not had time to withdraw:

"..."

Boss' younger brother, the number one consulting detective in the world, spent most of their lives failing to defeat him in hacking technology, and the man who had become their lifelong dream... actually had no sense of status in front of his girlfriend.

Baker Street is really bad.

……

Ludwig sat back in his seat, picked up a fork on one side, and remembered that she was still praising Old John for his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness a minute ago... This is really a beautiful misunderstanding.

With other things in her mind, she casually picked up a piece of pickled melon and took a bite.

Then she paused.

The next second she raised her head, held Sherlock's hand across the table, and said attentively, sincerely and with a smile

-

"Sir, do you still count on your previous proposal of exchanging your body for breakfast?"

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft and the hackers and lackeys behind Mycroft who have not had time to withdraw:

"..."

So, just when Miss Ludwig's physical condition improved a little bit, this foodie who once made Mycroft's blasting team and sniper team lose their sense of existence, finally re-emerged without any moral integrity. Now the rivers and lakes.

Thousands of miles away, Mrs. Hudson, who was "forced to take a vacation" on the Mississippi River so as not to disturb the world of the two, laughed happily.