[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

However, the dinner ended perfectly.

After Dana played with the dark-haired baby for a while, he was finally willing to eat the breast milk brought by the maid.

Sherlock finished eating early, put the tableware aside, and played with his phone with his head down, while Watson looked at Severus, who was holding the bottle and trying to eat, with concern.

Tom Riddle finished his meal on a rare occasion, and ran to Mrs. Holmes, not knowing what to say in a low voice.Mycroft also nodded from time to time, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the corners of his mouth after eating.

"Is the wood ready? Tomorrow, we should find it in the forest behind the house?" Dana asked Big Holmes next to him.

The old house has a long history. In order to ensure the normal operation of some facilities, regular maintenance is required. They come here every year, on the one hand, for reunion, and more importantly, to repair the old house.

Mycroft is responsible for the supply of wood, and the wood comes from the forest behind. It only needs proper labor. It's already dark outside today, so naturally I can't go out. The repairs will start tomorrow, and it will be completely completed by Christmas. .

"It's all in the warehouse." Mycroft said calmly. He had finished his meal, and the maid next to him automatically and consciously held a silver tray with tea sets.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup, and someone next to him would naturally fill the teacup up, put it under his nose and smell it, and the man showed a satisfied expression.

"Watson will go with us this year." Sherlock raised his head from the phone, interjected suddenly, and then lowered his head, completely unaware of how much trouble his words caused.

Mycroft turned his head to look at his younger brother, with a confused look on his face, and he didn't speak, just took a sip of tea.Instead, Dana raised his eyebrows and had a heart-warming friendship meeting with him.

Dana: "How far have they gone now?"

Every old house will have some secrets, and only immediate family members can enter. The three of them usually do the repairs, and even Tom Riddle has never entered.

Of course, there is also a reason that the latter is too young.

But this also means that no one except Holmes can enter that place, except Dana, and now there may be another exception.

Mycroft: "No!"

My family knows my own family affairs, and the person who understands Sherlock's mind best is him.Not to mention anything else, just because the latter is still dark all the time, it can be seen that he is still close to the goal.

Dana: "Then are you ready to agree?" Although he has confidence in Sherlock, it is better to ask the parents out of politeness.

From childhood to adulthood, Mycroft would always satisfy Sherlock as long as he wanted. No matter how difficult the matter was, he reckoned that it would be settled in all likelihood.

"I'll talk to him tonight."

Very well, with this sentence on the line.

Dana, who got a satisfactory answer and satisfied his gossip mentality, looked away contentedly.

Hannibal stopped eating, he put down the tableware gracefully, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.Seeing his movement, Severus stretched out his hands towards the latter regardless of the bottle in his arms.

"Ah!" Want to hug!

The dark eyes were full of longing, and when the little guy saw Hannibal seeing himself, his eyes suddenly became much brighter.

Dana: "..." Is this really his son?

The man looked at Hannibal on the side with appreciative eyes, and the latter returned an innocent look, but this was of no use, because he was trying to find evidence that the other party was related to his son by blood.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Hannibal's eyes are gray-brown, and the contours of his face are much softer than most people in the UK. On the contrary, Severus, even when he was a baby, it is not difficult to see the deep facial features. It is enough to prove that the two are not related by blood.

"So why do you like this guy so much after all?" At this moment, Dana was a little puzzled.You said that if there is a blood relationship, he can still comfort himself, and he can't let people deny his relatives, but now there is no blood relationship, which is a bit difficult to understand.

"That's because you held him in the wrong position." A deep voice sounded, answering his doubts.

! ! ! ! !

Dana was taken aback by the face close at hand. Considering that there was a baby in his arms, he barely suppressed the urge to do something, but the latter's words attracted his attention.

"You said I held my son in the wrong position?" Dana asked shamelessly as a novice father.

"Two hands need to be held horizontally, one hand supports the pillow and the back of the baby's head, the palm holds the outer shoulder and arm from the back, and the other hand supports the baby's buttocks and legs from below, so that the baby is not easy to slip when held horizontally. When holding the neck, use the strength of the waist and wrist, otherwise the child's head will be thrown back involuntarily, which is uncomfortable at all."

Hannibal hugged Severus, who had been reaching out to him, from Dana's arms, and while demonstrating the correct way of holding him, he said the precautions.

In fact, it is exactly as he said.

The black-haired baby stopped fussing in his arms, and obediently held his own bottle, sucking milk with his mouth bulging like a doll, looking at his decent father with hot eyes.

"It's so obedient." Dana sighed very much, he poked the little guy's arm like a lotus root, and the latter was trying to eat, completely ignoring it.

"He has always been good!" Hannibal's deep voice came from Hannibal's mouth. This man was as elegant as every traditional British gentleman, even though he had a black-haired baby with a different style of painting in his arms.

"Of course!"

Like every silly father who has a little angel, Dana immediately replied proudly when he heard the words of praise for his son.

Although Severus didn't like being hugged by himself, and sometimes he would rather find someone else, but he knew how dependent this little guy was on him, and if he wasn't within his perception, he would start looking.

Apart from his reluctance to be hugged, Severus has no other shortcomings. He will obediently hug his bottle to eat, cry out when he wants to excrete, and stay in the arms of adults when he usually plays, crying without a headache. Yelling.

Just when Dana lost his usual lazy expression and was about to discuss with Hannibal his son's [-] advantages, a voice behind him interrupted his train of thought.

"Hi, Dale sweetheart, do you hear my voice?"

Mrs. Holmes held the hand of Tom Riddle next to her, and behind her was the gray-haired butler Abel. She looked at Hannibal and Dana who were gathered together with a puzzled look.

"Can you hear me, auntie, what's the matter?" Dana turned to look at Mrs. Holmes.

"Dinner has already been eaten, and the maids will pack everything up. There are still things to do tomorrow. I want you to go back to your room to rest early." Mrs. Holmes didn't think much, her attention was diverted by the topic.

Hearing this, Dana showed a lazy smile: "I see, Aunt Mary, let's go back now, butler Abel, is my room still the original one?"

Because there were two more people, he looked up at the old butler Abel who was in charge of this matter.

"Yes, Master Dana, it's still the same room as before. Mr. Lecter's room is next to yours, and the luggage has already been put in." Hearing this, Abel said with a smile.