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

The British government is only snubbed when it comes home.

Mr. Holmes glanced at him, walked over to take the white peonies in his hand, and put the flowers in a transparent vase; after seeing him, Wensty lowered her head, avoiding his meaningful eyes, and concentrated on kneading the dough; Mrs. Holmes The conversation with Winsty was interrupted by him. Seeing this son who had an 80.00% probability of dying alone, he felt exhausted. He glanced at him faintly and did not communicate with him.

The only one who spoke to Mycroft was Sherlock.

"It's a coincidence that you came back without preparing your dinner." Sherlock sat on the sofa, showing a pair of eyes from behind today's newspaper.

The newspapers were full of ordinary things, and there was no mention of their escape across London.

"Dinner is being prepared now," Mycroft sat down opposite Sherlock, gave the kitchen a look, and then looked at Sherlock, "I believe Miss Adams will not refuse to prepare a cherry for those who helped her Fruit tart."

Not too loud, not too loud, enough for Wensty in the kitchen to hear.

Mycroft: "The latest news in the newspapers will be dominated by the prince and his rumored girlfriend."

This also means that the news of Wensty's "hijacking" Sherlock's escape has been blocked offline by the media, and there will be no disturbances in the city.

Winsty understood, and asked Mrs. Holmes: "Are there any cherries?"

Mycroft smiled like a lazy lion.

Sherlock put down the newspaper and stared at Mycroft: "The last time you left home weighed 81 kilograms, this time you came home with a weight of 85 kilograms, and your body fat rate has increased by [-] percent."

Sherlock's voice was not too loud, and it just fell into the ears of Mrs. Holmes in the kitchen.

After hearing this set of data, Mrs. Holmes poked her head out of the kitchen. She didn't feel it just now. After listening to Sherlock, I will look at Mycroft. He is indeed fatter than he remembered when he left home last time. Hang a swimming ring that is not fully inflated.

As a mother, Mrs. Holmes felt obliged to nip in the bud the possibility of Mycroft having a swim ring on his stomach.

"Mycroft, you must have not listened to my advice. You have stayed in the Diogenes Club for too long, and you have not exercised in the office every day. Oh, look down at your belly, You can't have dinner today."

On weekdays, the British government is all dressed in suits and looks like a powerful man.In most people's minds, the name Mycroft represents elite, high-end, and outstanding, but in the eyes of Mrs. Holmes, Mycroft is just a big fat kid who is lazy, does not exercise and loves sweets.

Although Sherlock is not worry-free, but in contrast, Sherlock not only has a beautiful figure and does not gain weight, but also finds a sweet and pleasant girlfriend. Her little Xiali is indeed a cute and good boy.

Mycroft, who was ordered not to eat dinner by his mother, felt very aggrieved. Opposite him was his proud younger brother.

"Fine, don't eat dinner if you don't eat dinner." Mycroft looked indifferent, it was just a dinner, it was no big deal.

When it was time to eat dinner, a very beautiful and sumptuous dinner appeared on the Holmes table.On the goose-yellow tabletop were a freshly scorched and tender French roast chicken and a plate of golden and crispy fried fish. I was worried that the food would be too greasy, so the main course was served with sweet fruit rice, and the cherry tart that Mycroft wanted was also served. put up.

Plates of food were placed in front of Mycroft's eyes, with a strong aroma that made people salivate as soon as they smelled it.

"Oh, can you swap the French Roast Chicken and the Cherry Tart?" Sherlock suggested.

Roast chicken was in front of Mycroft, cherry tart in front of Sherlock.

"I don't like the smell of cherries today." Sherlock smiled.

So the French roast chicken was put in front of Sherlock, and the cherry tart was put in front of Mycroft.

There is nothing sadder in the world than being unable to eat your favorite food right in front of you.

Although Mycroft had a smile on his face as always, Winsty felt a little numb when he saw his smile. Mycroft was very much like the big villain in the movie, with a pair of devil's little wings growing behind the smile .

"Uh... how about you try a piece?"

"Okay, I'm also going to see if your craftsmanship has deteriorated in the past few days."

Mycroft had just picked up a piece, and before he had tasted it, Mrs Holmes snatched it away, returning from fetching the tall glass.

"You are already 85 kilograms, you can't have dinner today, you can have a vegetable salad around eight o'clock."

"I don't have 85kg," retorted Mycroft loudly, "that's all Sherlock's nonsense."

"To be more precise, it is 85 kilograms. I have omitted the weight of [-] kilograms according to the principle of rounding. It is necessary to declare that I am not talking nonsense. This is what I saw on the medical examination form in your office last time. .”

Sherlock had a "see what you have to refute" look on his face.

"On this kind of problem, the number must be accurate, but in order to lose the extra [-] kilograms, you will go outside and run for three kilometers later." Mrs. Holmes nodded Mycroft.

Would Mycroft dare to disobey his mother?

dare not.

So he can't eat delicious cherry tart, but also needs to run three kilometers.

Mr. Holmes said in a timely manner: "After running the three kilometers, help me loosen the flowers in the backyard."

Lightning flashed between Mycroft's and Sherlock's eyes.

When everyone sat down and officially started today's dinner time, Mycroft said: "Although I can't have dinner, I don't mind telling you some short stories to add to the fun."

Mr. Holmes readily agreed. "That's a good idea. Tell me."

"Father, I bet this story will satisfy you," Mycroft looked at Sherlock opposite. "What I want to tell is a love story. There is such a couple. The woman committed a bizarre crime. It was a matter of human life, but the man was escaped by her during the prison visit, and the two escaped from the police all the way, and finally escaped justice with a method that the police had to compromise."

When Mycroft was telling the story, his eyes kept wandering between Sherlock and Wensty. Wensti looked up at him and lowered his head with some guilt, but Sherlock remained expressionless.

"Is your story over?"

"Yes, mother."

Mrs. Holmes cut a chicken leg and shook her head: "Although the heroine in your story sounds cunning, I have to say that you really have no talent for storytelling and are not attractive at all."

"Don't worry, Mom. I haven't finished everything yet. This story is actually a real event. You all know the hero and heroine." Mycroft had a smile in his eyes.

This kindled the interest of Holmes and his wife.As long as an ordinary story is labeled as an acquaintance, it can always arouse the curiosity of the audience to the greatest extent.

"Who is the hero and heroine?"

Mycroft didn't answer, he just looked at Sherlock and Winsty opposite with a smile: "I believe the hero and heroine don't want me to say their names."

Mrs. Holmes' curiosity opened her mouth agape to be fed, and when she got a reply like this, she complained disapprovingly: "Oh, Mycroft, you're always like this!"

"It's me and Winsty." Sherlock said suddenly, drawing everyone's attention to him.

Mrs. Holmes was surprised: "What did you say?"

"The heroes and heroines in Mycroft's story are me and Winsty." Sherlock said.

There was an eerie silence at the table.

Wensty sighed inwardly, and was about to apologize, but Sherlock broke the silence first: "But that was deliberately made by Mycroft to make us break up."

Sherlock immediately threw the blame on Mycroft.

Mycroft retorted: "I haven't."

"You have, you told me to seriously consider the relationship between me and Wensty."

"Shouldn't you seriously think about it?"

"Don't you mean to break up with me?"

"It's not wrong that she held you hostage?"

"I let her hold me hostage. If you can't see this, I really wonder if that pile of useless documents has consumed your intelligence."

"Even if this is true, she did do some bad things in Newman Private Hospital."

"Have there been any casualties?"

Sherlock's eyes were on Mycroft.

"No." After a while, Mycroft replied.

Sherlock and Mycroft seemed to be having a debate, the wittiest debaters on both sides, talking so fast that no one could get in the way.

Mycroft's "no" made everyone feel relieved.

"Ah!" Mycroft exclaimed, and Mrs. Holmes slapped him on the arm. "Mom!"

"What's the matter? Didn't it just hit you, forget it if you can't bring back your girlfriend or boyfriend, and break up your brother's marriage!"

Mrs. Holmes had just finished teaching Mycroft, and in the next second she lovingly cut a big chicken wing and put it on Wensty's plate: "Poor Wensty, you have been wronged."

"It's okay, okay," Winsty looked at the appearance of the British government, he was rubbing his arm, trying to hold back his laughter, "it's actually nothing."

"Winsty was also kidnapped, by Mycroft's men."

Sherlock hadn't let the battle end peacefully this early.

"what?"

"That's an undercover agent lurking beside me," Mycroft explained.

"He also sent a team of guards after us."

"Have a nice meal."

Mycroft strode away from the table.

The author has something to say: Mike: After all, I have endured too much.