[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

There are two more regular customers in Wensty's store, one is Dr. Newman.

After he ordered a "casual" last time, he seemed to fall in love with playing word games with Wensty. Every time he called, he didn't directly say the name of the dessert, but called out a noun and asked Wensty to do it. .

At the beginning, all he reported were words expressing his mood, such as "satisfaction", and Wensty prepared a mango cream cake for him and sent it over. The big piece of golden mango meat was covered with the cream cake, and he ate the mango with big mouthfuls. At the same time, the cream melts in the mouth, mouth-filling, unforgettable, and there is nothing more satisfying than this.

He reported "Focus", and what Wensty sent over was a hazelnut chocolate mousse, the mixture of slightly bitter and mellow was the taste of "Focus".

Later, Dr. Newman was no longer satisfied with expressing his feelings, and his tricks changed.The last time she was reported to her was "Caribbean Sea". This word has troubled Wensty for a long time. She has never been to the Caribbean Sea. After 50 years, the Caribbean Sea is already ruled by Siren, and no ship dares to take it easy. Closer, besides, her memory of the Caribbean lies in the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean". At the time she came, it was already considered a very old movie, but now the third movie is only the third one. Released for one year.

In order to prepare this dessert called "Caribbean Sea" for Dr. Newman, Winsty rented a disc and watched it again, looking for inspiration, and finally decided to mix the rum beloved by pirates into the cream, and added a few more A spoonful of lemon juice, fully fermented, every gap is filled with a touch of alcohol and lemon flavor, and then mixed in the cheese ball with a little sea salt.

Dr. Newman never expresses his views on food. After sending away the last one, his next call came. This time he reported: "There is no beauty that does not wither or destroy."

He never explained and hung up the phone.

Winsty felt that Dr. Newman was playing a guessing game with her. He gave riddles and she used desserts as the answers to the puzzles, but he never said that she was solving the riddles correctly.

No beauty does not wither or destroy——Shakespeare's No.18 sonnet, when he read this sentence on the other end of the phone, he had just finished an operation, a young and fresh life passed away, he did not Can save her.

Dr. Newman didn't say a word about this matter, and Wensty only started a new round of puzzle-solving games, which had gradually become her daily little expectation.

Another of her regular customers is Sisia, or more precisely Sisia's chief, Mr. Mycroft. Every time 5 minutes after Dr. Newman's call, Sisia, dressed in a neat uniform, will be picked up in the rain that day. Get off her car, walk to the door of the store, and buy five desserts in the order of the dessert list.

Originally, Wensti thought it was Cicia enjoying the desserts by herself, but she once praised her for eating so many desserts every day, keeping her figure so slender, and wearing the one-piece uniform dress so beautifully.

Cicia said bitterly: "The dessert is for Mr. Holmes."

Where in the world is there any reason to eat so many desserts every day and still lose weight?

Today, 5 minutes after Wensty hung up on Dr. Newman, the car pulled up to the door of the dessert shop on time, but it was not the swaying Sisia, but her chief, Mr. Holmes, who got off.

After enjoying desserts for so many days in a row, Mycroft was rounder than when Winstie first met him, and his belly seemed to be filled with a small leather ball.

"Good afternoon, Miss Adams."

It didn't rain today, but Mycroft was holding a folded black long handle umbrella in his hand just like that day. He greeted Winsty with a smile on his face, but he didn't show any kindness.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes," Winsty said sincerely, looking at his more rounded figure, "You look really good."

"Oh, thank you." Mycroft glanced at the dessert list, and ordered five other desserts following yesterday's desserts.

He told Sisia to wait here, and then walked towards the opposite side with the umbrella handle in his hand.

Not everyone is like Winsty who doesn't comment on other people's body shape. When Sherlock saw Mycroft, he laughed very unkindly, and the corners of his mouth almost went to the roots of his ears. .

"The inertia of your car must be very high, Mycroft."

"Seeing that your figure has not changed a bit, I know that you and that roommate are not getting along as well as I thought. You have failed her excellent craftsmanship."

With a smile on his face, Mycroft sat down on the single sofa, and sat on the sofa deeply. He was indeed much richer.

Sherlock sat across from him: "You are wrong, we get along very well."

"This is the second deeply surprising thing I have encountered this year. The words that we get along well will come out of your mouth."

The first thing that surprised him was the phrase "I love your brother, Sherlock" that Wensty said on a rainy day. It didn't even last a month, and now Sherlock was sitting in front of him, It was so much fun to tell him, "We get along really well."

Mycroft's eyes were rather playful.

Sherlock: "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just came to visit my brother." Mycroft bit the word "brother" hard.

"Since you have already visited, you can go back. I don't want to see you collapse our sofa."

Mycroft grasped the key words keenly, and the playfulness in his eyes became deeper. He looked at Sherlock, who hadn't realized what he just said, and said, "'We'? Did you say the word fluently? .”

"She paid the rent, and she is entitled to half of everything in this house."

Sherlock's expression was very calm.

Although Wensti had been living here for several months, he never asked her for a penny.

"That's a reasonable explanation, too."

"Close the door when you leave."

Mycroft ignored Sherlock's eviction order, and he took out a bunch of photos from the inside pocket of his suit, and placed them on the coffee table between the two single sofas: "Although we have blocked the news, you will not Knowing that Rosa Morrison is dead, Fiona Morrison is insane, and Sean is missing."

"Of course I know."

Sherlock's homeless information network is all over London, and he even got the news before Mycroft.

Sherlock picked up the photos on the table, which were photos of Rosa Morrison's body, recent photos of Fiona Morrison, photos of their living furnishings, and photos of the secret room in Morrison's home.

Sherlock's gaze rested on the chamber photo, his pale blue eyes tracing the patterned signs on the wall.

"You've seen the pattern."

"No." Sherlock turned his fingers to another photo.

"This pattern is related to your roommate, Miss Adams."

Mycroft is very sure that Sherlock is not the only one in this world who can see the thoughts in other people's minds at a glance. The more Sherlock denies, the more certain he is.

"Winsty Adams was born into a very mysterious family. No one in this family has a serious job, but they are rich and have accumulated a lot of wealth. The reason is unknown. People in the Adams family don't often deal with outsiders. The locals I think the people in this family are very weird. Wensty Adams went to a juvenile education center when she was 13 years old, and she has never traveled far. This is her first time in London. A few months ago, she suddenly stopped asking The price just bought the soon-to-be-bankrupt coffee shop opposite you, and she tried every means to live with you, she came for you, Sherlock."

"I know."

"Then have you found out her real purpose?" Mycroft clapped his hands and blinked. "Of course, you don't really believe that she did it because she loves you."

Sherlock paused: "Of course not."

Mycroft laughed. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the Adams dessert shop directly opposite, with a somewhat cold expression on his face.

"Currently we suspect that Liberty's Gate is an extremely private cult organization. The patterns in Rosa Morrison's secret room are their symbols, and your roommate, Miss Adams, and her family are likely to belong to this organization, even It's at the top of the organization."

Mycroft's umbrella tapped the ground: "And, she recognized me at the factory that day."

Mycroft suspects that the ultimate goal of Wensty's approach to Sherlock is him. She is very smart, or the person behind her is very smart. Controlling him, this troublesome younger brother can indeed control him. Can control the entire British government.

Mycroft was gone, and the armchair had been sunk by him.

Sherlock glanced at the part he'd been sitting on, called and ordered a new one-seater sofa to be delivered.

He took out Hank's comic manuscript from the drawer, and turned to the seventh page of the manuscript—the page that Winsty didn't want him to see before—hexagrams, triangular eyes, and flames.

It exactly matches the pattern in the Rosa Morrison Chamber of Secrets.

Sherlock walked to the window and looked down at Baker Street. Mycroft's car stopped in front of a dessert shop in Adams. Mycroft walked into the dessert shop and took his dessert. His round body moved It made Sherlock feel that the pair of leather shoes on his feet can be called a great achievement for supporting such a huge body.

Wensty sent Mycroft to the door, and Mycroft's car drove away. She looked up inadvertently, saw Sherlock on the balcony, and waved happily at him.

She had no idea that she had been included in the list of persons who threatened the safety of the British government, and she smiled innocently.

Sherlock paused as he read her mouth as she said "good afternoon, sir".

In the sky, a row of wild geese flew in a row.

Her eyes were briefly attracted by the geese, and she didn't even notice that the gentleman on the balcony waved to her.

The geese flew away, and Wensty went into the store.

Sherlock, who was still standing on the balcony, felt that his actions just now were really stupid. He began to think about why he did such a stupid action just now, and the first answer that came to his mind was: Wensty, cute.

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