[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"Hey, where's the person?" Tom Riddle was carrying the plate, followed by Nagini and pushed open the door from the outside, only to find that there was only the owner left in the kitchen.

"You mean Sherlock and the others?" Dana raised his eyebrows calmly, and then continued to explain: "The two of them went back to Baker Street, and that guy brought a few bottles of seasoning from me when he left."

"Tsk, that's not what I'm talking about!" The black-haired boy walked up to the table, put down the bowl in his hand, and made an inexplicable sound.

"You want to ask the new long-term worker?"

"Isn't that guy nowhere to go?"

"It's just foraging for food. I'll come back after a while. It's up to you whether you stay or not. It's useless to him anyway!"

The man stood up and stretched, said something casually, and walked towards the door. When passing by his apprentice, he patted the latter's shoulder. He raised his chin at the leftovers on the table, which meant something obvious.

"It's up to you to clean up. When it's over, go practice on the wooden stakes in the courtyard for a while, and I'll check it in the evening!" All chefs don't like washing dishes, including Dana!

"Um???"

Tom Riddle didn't understand the other person's brain circuit. He looked at the profile of the man next to him and blinked. He felt that there was a problem with the conversation between the two of them.

Why is it that only he is left, and it is necessary to talk about his washing dishes? Shouldn't these things be done by long-term workers?

"Oh, right!"

Dana seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned around and reminded the stunned black-haired boy, "A new nanny will arrive in a few days, and she can do the laundry."

"Nanny?" The black-haired boy frowned upon hearing this, "Have you contacted Mycroft?"

"It was that guy Sherlock who told me that as a price, he has a share of my pickled ginger."

"Oh, when will it arrive? I remember this is your last shirt, right?" Tom Riddle touched the head of the big white snake behind him with his backhand, and after comforting the little girl, he raised his head and looked at the man at the door , Said lightly.

"I don't know!" Dana turned around and continued to walk forward, throwing a sentence, "Besides, I have other clothes besides shirts."

"Remember to clean the dishes!"

Dana pushed open the door and stood in the corridor, her gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, the sun shining on her face formed light spots of different sizes, she was lazy and looked very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was an unknown sound, Dana's ears moved slightly, and it was the sound from the store next door.

have a guest?

He thought for a while, straightened the wrinkles of the cuffs with his right hand, smoothed them slowly and carefully, and then walked towards the storefront.

Finally saw someone in the store.

The not-so-small space of the shop was blocked by three men, tall and tall, with police uniforms, the leader of the man smiled brightly when he saw Dana.

The silver-white hair shone brightly under the sunlight passing through the glass. It was hard to imagine that this man had an unfortunate marriage with his handsome facial features. He looked very young.

"Greg? What are you doing here?" Dana and the sheriff are also old acquaintances, so naturally they won't be too entangled, and asked very familiarly.

"We are here to thank you, Lawrence!" Greg Lestrade stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, saying a little embarrassedly.

"thank?"

"Yes, because the homeless case was solved thanks to an employee in your store who provided us with valuable clues."

"Are you talking about a guy who looks like a beast in clothes?" When he said this, Dana remembered that Hannibal had talked with Sherlock during lunch, but he mentioned it, even He was the one who took the initiative to laugh at Sherlock at the time.

"Clothed birds...beasts?"

Greg Lestrade imitated Dana's accent and spoke unnaturally.This is not his fault, because there is no such common saying in English, so it is normal to be a little confused.

"Don't worry about this!" Dana changed the subject and explained, "The long-term worker is not in the shop at the moment."

"is it?"

The silver-haired sheriff looked disappointed.

The detection of this case is very beneficial to Scotland Yard. Among other things, at least the impression in the hearts of the citizens will be much better, and even more people will be willing to wave their recommendation votes in the next government vote.

And Greg believes that the citizen who provided the clue should be most grateful this time.

"Greg, you can choose to rest in my store for a while..." Dana said a little speechlessly: "You can't just ask at the door and leave without looking back."

Before the sheriff could say anything, the shopkeeper had already seen through his friend's intentions.

"Besides, you have nothing else to do, do you?"

Greg Lestrade seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by Dana. He could only look at the two companions behind him in a daze.

"By the way, Gray and I need a little time to talk, can I invite you to come in for a drink, of course, it's free!"

Dana cast the bait at two of his companions behind the Scotland Yard sheriff.

Hearing this, the two young police officers instantly relaxed.They don't have any concerns about the officer, and it's a great temptation to taste it for free, not to mention the delicacy of this store is very impressive to them.

"All right!"

The younger-looking police officer on the left agreed with some hesitation.

Dana was instantly satisfied. He turned around first, motioned for the three to follow him, and said loudly to Tom Riddle who was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen next to him, "Tom, there was a guest on the second floor of the cabinet last time." The rum sent, and two glasses, by the way, go get some cold dishes!"

The cold dishes are all prepared by Dana in advance, in case if one day he doesn't want to cook or has any other problems, he can take it up, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

In the kitchen, the black-haired boy who was putting the cleaned dishes back to their original place raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard the movement next door. He didn't expect that his master didn't go back to his room, but took the initiative to entertain the guests.

Surprised, Tom Riddle obediently obeyed the order, took out the wine and the cup, and the cold dish served with the wine was the sauced beef hidden in the bottom shelf of the cupboard!

Under Nagini's longing eyes, he neatly sliced ​​the sauced beef into slices, put them on the plate, sprinkled some sauce, and prepared to serve it to the store next to it.

"Hiss~" Nana, don't follow.Walking to the door, the black-haired boy spoke directly to the curious baby who was secretly following him for safety reasons.

No one can guarantee that those guests will not be afraid when they see hideous snakes.

"Hiss, hiss!!" Nana wanted to eat too!

The big white snake rolled on the ground with its belly stretched out after eating the fish.

It's a pity that the people watching have gone away.

As soon as he entered the door, Tom Riddle saw a few people in the corner, especially Greg Lestrade's hair, which was also very conspicuous in the room.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!" The black-haired boy held a plate and skillfully placed the dishes on it in front of everyone, while greeting them politely.

"Good afternoon, boy!" The two police officers said happily, their expressions showed that they were very satisfied with the food and drink in front of them.

The beef on the plate is red in sauce, oily and shiny, mixed with a small amount of beef tendon, yellow and transparent in color, and it tastes crisp, tender and refreshing, with a very chewy texture.

The seasoning sauce with chopped green onion is poured on it, which exudes a strong aroma that is completely different from the domestic cuisine. The fresh aroma is a little spicy, and it blends with the beef just right.

"Hi, buddy, Tom looks really capable now!" the Sheriff of Scotland Yard whispered to Dana when the boy's back disappeared outside the door.

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"Are you trying to rob my apprentice?" The man's voice was very soft, the kind that could hardly be heard without paying close attention.

"Well, that's not true, after all Scotland Yard doesn't need a 10-year-old boy!"

"Ha ha!"

"By the way, do you need any help from me?" Greg quickly turned the offset topic back to the right place, and he asked seriously.

Hearing the officer's question, the two police officers who were eating also raised their heads, wanting to see what the other party needed help with.

"It's not a big deal, but..." Dana sighed softly, "I want to know about Tom Riddle's life experience!"

"I stopped Mike when he was going to investigate, hoping that Tom could find all of this slowly, but now, I'm not sure whether the original approach was correct?"

"Mike? Are you talking about that upper-class gentleman wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella?" Greg always felt that the name said by the other party was a bit familiar, so he asked.

"Yes, it's him!" Dana stretched out his hand and rubbed his aching forehead, "Tom's original procedures were also completed with his help."

"So, you want me to check it for you?" Greg is not a fool, so he naturally understood what the man meant.

"Of course, as he grows up, Tom already has the idea of ​​finding his biological parents. I can't stop him all the time. Besides, isn't your police the best way to handle this kind of thing?"

"...our duty is to safeguard the safety of citizens' lives and property."

"Shut up, after finishing this order, you can come to the store and have a good meal for free."

at the same time,

The dim oil lamps in the dilapidated house were flickering, and the dark shadows in the firelight were constantly changing shapes on the wall.The filthy carpet, the broken corner table and the chair with the leg missing under it were sufficient indications of the owner's financial distress.

Hannibal just stood in the room, looking indifferently at the black-haired woman kneeling in front of him, holding a handkerchief in his left hand and constantly wiping the fingers of his right hand.