[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"Then what do I need to do?" Hannibal has always been a hard-working and obedient child, and he is never ashamed to ask questions about things he doesn't understand, so he can put forward the pile of dough and minced meat in front of him without changing his face. question.

Dana also didn't think that the other party would be so happy, he frowned, came to the stage, and said to Hannibal: "Look——"

With that said, he started to demonstrate.Pick up a piece of dough with the left hand, and then use chopsticks to pick out a small piece of moderate meat filling from the bowl and put it in the middle of the dough. Then, with both hands, a perfectly shaped dumpling is born.

Dana put the dumplings in his hand on the floured countertop, and then said to the man next to him who was watching his whole set of movements: "Do you understand? This is how dumplings are made, but if you are also a novice, please don't do this." Gao, just don't reveal your secrets." Because he had done this with his apprentice before, he didn't have any other reactions.

After listening to the request, Hannibal looked up at Dana and smiled.

"Don't laugh at me, it's useless, remember to wrap it up, I'll go and see the meat in the pot." But these were of no use to Dana Lawrence, he sneered at first, and then directly interrupted the man to say something if.

The pot on the stove is already gurgling and fragrant, and from time to time, strong water vapor will waft into the kitchen with the smell of meat.Regardless of the expression on Hannibal's face, Dana turned around and poured out the water in the pot, and rinsed the bloody meat in cold water.

The skin is pink and transparent, with a gelatinous feel, soft and elastic.The man found a pot from under the table and put it on the stove. This time he did not add water first, but put a lot of oil and rock sugar, then put the meat in, and then added various spices and water to stew together .

After finishing all this, Dana has the opportunity to focus on observing the hands-on skills of the long-term workers in his store...

If you don't look at it, you don't know, but just looking at it is incredible, not to mention, this manual work is quite good.Delicate and small dumplings are arranged in a row on the table, and the wrinkles on the edges of the dumplings bloom like flowers.

At this time, Hannibal, who was sitting on the chair working, also noticed that the gaze projected on him raised his head and followed the gaze: "..."

"What are you looking at, work hard, do you still want to eat dumplings at noon?" Dana retorted rationally and vigorously.No matter how you say it, the small pile of dumplings in front of you is not enough for three big men to consume.

Is this ready to pack everything by yourself?Hannibal thought a little surprised.

In fact, this is exactly the case. The man blinked his gray-blue eyes and pointed to the dough next to the counter. He exuded an innocent feeling, "I'm going to roll dumpling skins!" He didn't know everything. did not do.

There is still a lot of dough on the table, but there are not many dumpling wrappers. One reason is that the Hannibal bag is very fast, and basically a dumpling is formed by pinching the hands. The other reason is that the dough that Dana originally rolled not much.He only used a little bit of such a big dough.

Hannibal didn't make a sound either, just looked at each other with those gray-brown eyes, the eyes were very affectionate, and those who didn't know would definitely think that he was looking at his lover.

"Okay, after rolling out the dumpling wrappers, I'll wrap them for you!" In the end, Dana was defeated by Hannibal's kind eyes.

Hannibal was satisfied.

Dana was a little dissatisfied.

But all this was of no use, because as time passed, Tom Riddle had finished feeding Severus, and walked towards the kitchen with the dark-haired baby in his arms.

"...Huh?" As soon as he opened the door, the black-haired boy was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw the two men on the stage getting along very friendly. One stood rolling out the dumpling wrappers, the other sat there making dumplings, and with a pinch of both hands, it was a dumpling.

"Yo, finished eating?" Dana, who was busy rolling out dumpling wrappers, also noticed the movement at the door, looked at little Sif in the arms of the black-haired boy and raised his eyebrows.

"Ah!" The black-haired baby also noticed that the man on the stage was his father, and the one sitting beside the stage was his usual favorite 'Xiangxiang! '.

The little guy was not afraid either, and stretched out his hands towards Hannibal to hug him.The new Holstein milk from the farm today seems to be very suitable for him. His belly is bulging, and Dana can see it clearly through his clothes. The silly brother on the side is holding him with one hand, and the other Hands guard him very carefully.

It seems that the supply cycle of milk is going to be longer. The new silly father is silently thinking about who else has Holstein cows in the farms outside London besides Lowe's.

However, there is one thing to note-

"Keep an eye on Severus, don't let him get close to the stove." Quickly flattening each small dough, Dana frowned watching Severus' movements, but didn't say anything, just reminded him lightly.The high temperature of the stove and the splash of oil are not a good thing for a seven-month-old baby. The wisest decision is to keep the black-haired baby away.

The black-haired boy nodded, and very intimately held the hands of the little baby who was desperately heading towards Hannibal, and then sat down on the chair at the end of the table.

After a while, Tom Riddle hesitated for a long time in his heart, and finally said: "I want to go out in the afternoon."

"Where are you going?" The man turned around and lifted the lid of the pot to look at the situation of the stew. He felt that the heat was not yet ready, so he turned around and raised his eyes to ask again.

“Little Hangleton Country!”

This sentence also attracted the attention of the two people who were making dumplings. Among them, the man with gray-blue eyes paused, put down the rolling pin in his hand, and said slowly: "Someone is looking for you?"

There was silence, and the eyes of the black-haired boy at the end of the table flickered, and the hand holding the baby was tight, but not to the point of hurting the latter.

"Yeah!" He nodded with difficulty.

"Your father's or Mike's people?" Dana continued to ask, but he was more inclined to the former, because the latter had already guaranteed by his side that he would never go to Tom without his consent. Riddle.

"Neither!" The black-haired boy lowered his head, he was a little guilty, after all, he didn't discuss this matter with his master: "That person himself said that he was the vice-principal of a school called Hogwarts for wizards and wizards. "

"Wizard?" Dana grasped a point accurately, and frowned fiercely. Why are there all wizards recently? Sometimes Mycroft said it, and sometimes he learned it from his own apprentice.

"Do you want to go to school over there?" He thought of a possibility.

"No, no." The black-haired boy shook his head, and then said something: "Hogwarts isn't there, it's on the London King's Cross platform, and the man who called himself the vice-principal said I have wizard blood. I I want to find out about my own life experience.”

This is the question he has been asking all along.

He has been different from the others in the orphanage since he was born. Tom Riddle has always believed in this belief, and in fact it is true. Everything is as he thought, including Parseltongue, including those invisible forces , this time, he wanted to explore everything.

As for the cowardly woman who gave birth to him, he was never in his consideration.

Hearing this, the man's handsome face froze for an instant, and the atmosphere became silent and embarrassing, and just when the black-haired boy thought he would explode in the next second, he finally spoke: "Remember to send Hanni Pull' and take it with you."

"Mr. Lecter?" Tom Riddle was a little puzzled.

"Take it with you, I will take Severus to Baker Street for a few days, and Watson will take care of him!" The man said a little irritably, he didn't look in a good mood, and his black hair looked The boy is a little imaginary.

Tom Riddle: "..."

"Or do you think I can't take care of my son well?" Dana's tone was full of threats as his gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"Cough, I'm afraid Mr. Lecter still has his own affairs. If you just follow me like this—" the black-haired boy felt a little guilty after being stared at by Dana. He coughed lightly, and was about to politely refuse. I was interrupted by the latter's words: "That's it!"

"After eating the dumplings, you two will go to Hangleton, and Severus and I will go to Baker Street. It just so happens that Charles doesn't seem to be busy with anything recently, and he hasn't given his nephew a gift yet!" The man decided directly, Not asking another person's opinion on the whole thing at all.

Helpless, Tom Riddle cast his eyes on Hannibal, who had been silent by the table, hoping that he could say a word, but the latter seemed to have not noticed the gaze on his body, and still opened the dumplings gracefully and neatly.It wasn't until the black-haired boy thought he couldn't speak that he slowly stopped what he was doing: "What about the farm?"

Since they ordered a lot of ingredients from Luo Wei's farm yesterday, they will be delivered from time to time for a long time, and it is impossible that there will be no one in the store.

It's a pity that Dana seemed to be determined this time. He waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, there is Mike. I'm afraid he doesn't want to see his new nephew being tossed by me." As a good friend, he can be said to be the one who understands Sherlock Holmes's protective nature best. He can't wait to keep under his nose all the time the people he considers important. Coincidentally, Severus is also one of them.

amount……

Probably because Tom Riddle, who has never seen such an effort to blackmail himself, or even blackened him very happily, was at a loss for words for a while, unable to utter a word of objection, which directly led to this matter being settled in this way.