[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

For the three big men, the wooden house project does not really require much brains, but more hands-on, such as the bed eaves and the roof, and even the cut wood related to the wood is piled up next to it, tools Everything is there, what is missing is what is available.

In the end Sherlock took the job.

The tall and thin man frowned and studied the manual in his hand. This was just sent by Mycroft's subordinates. The English on the yellowed parchment was not the cursive characters commonly used by nobles today, but more Handy and simple handwriting font.

Edges are rendered in black ink, and the writer has thoughtfully added insights alongside the description.

Cutting wood is not difficult for Sherlock, at least these tools are much simpler than those in the laboratory, he just doesn't like doing such labor-intensive work in the wild.

With paper and pen in his hand, Mycroft carefully observed the condition of the wooden house, and wrote down something on the paper from time to time. At this time, Dana had already placed the newly built wooden eaves by the window for comparison, and felt that it was almost done. Ready to get some nails into the cabin.

When passing by Sherlock on the way, seeing the former's rare distressed expression, his expression immediately changed from laziness to seriousness.

"Do you want me to help you, young master?" Dana teased after appearing quietly behind Sherlock.

"No need!" Sherlock rarely took his attention away from the parchment, and looked at his friend: "Also, don't forget that you are also the young master."

Don't say anything about anyone.

Sherlock didn't forget the shirt that the other party had hidden in the shop that hadn't been washed for half a month. Among other things, at least he knew to call Mycroft to send someone to help.

Dana choked for a moment, then looked at the latter viciously, how many times had he said that he was having a falling out with Mycroft at that time, how could he still take the initiative to bow his head?

Sherlock pretended not to see it, flipping through the parchment without thinking about it.

All the tools and so on have been moved out, cutting, measuring, peeling, and modifying. There are more than 10 pieces in total.

Dana just stayed by the side and watched Sherlock pick up a piece of wood from the nearby wood pile, throw it on a tool like a table, and start to move step by step according to the parchment.

The exact size of the roof timber was also given to Sherlock just now by Mycroft. He just walked around in the wooden house, his pen kept moving and calculating. Now that the answer came out, he naturally gave it to his brother.

Pressing the paper full of calculation methods with one hand, and comparing the cutting method of the parchment with his eyes, Sherlock's eyes are very calm. He regards all this as a laboratory, and the wood and the two sheets of paper are the experimental objects and experiments. equipment.

He watched in silence for a while.

It seemed that he understood how to do it, so he did it.

Dana and Mycroft looked at each other, exchanged glances, and went about their business.

The wooden eaves still needed some modification before being nailed on, and the roof still needed to be completely removed, so the two of them didn't have time to watch the show.

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Time passed quickly, and most of the construction of the wooden house was over. Because of Sherlock's quick movements, some wood cuttings were also close to perfection, which saved a lot of time. The three people's repair activities ended on the day before Christmas.

When the three of them nailed the last piece of wood on, they all involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief. When they returned to the old house, they immediately went back to their room and fell asleep soundly.

Sleep from 2pm till 5pm.

Everyone knew that they were busy, whether it was Tom Riddle, Watson, or even Severus who missed his father, they had a tacit understanding not to disturb them.

When Dana woke up, she saw a busy scene in the kitchen.

Hannibal stood in front of the stove, his cuffs were pulled up above his arms, and his movements were indescribably leisurely. Watson was marinating the turkey on the side. The seasonings were prepared by Hannibal in advance, and he just had to put them on That's it.

Mrs. Holmes and Tom Riddle were sitting on the sofa outside the kitchen with Severus in their arms. Both of them had smiles on their faces. Abel stood behind him with a relaxed expression. Severus was the first to see Dana. Whoever showed up, he looked overjoyed.

"puff!"

This is calling people.

When Dana turned around, he saw a pair of very excited black eyes. He saw that he had smashed it, but he just pointed to the kitchen and shook his head lightly, indicating that he couldn't go there.

In order not to see his son's disappointed face, Dana slipped into the kitchen as fast as he could.

"Which dish are you cooking now? The turkey should be roasting by now at 5 o'clock. Are you cooking the beef stew now, Hannibal?" He reached out and picked up the apron next to the kitchen cupboard and tied it around himself. While talking, he also observed the whole progress.

The Christmas dinner is about 7:[-] o'clock. Half of the long table in the kitchen is filled with ready-made dishes, and the other half is filled with some raw materials.

"The beef has been stewed, but the roasted turkey has not been put on. It will be ready in half an hour. I made French Salmon with Cavi from the cod sent by the farm. The ingredients may be different, but the taste should not be much different." Hannibal put the pot He put the dishes on the plate while answering Dana's questions.

Dana was actually in a good mood. It was the first time someone cooked with him, and it felt very novel and interesting.He didn't step forward to ask Hannibal to leave the stove, but stayed aside and acted as an assistant.

He seemed to be in a good mood and took the dishes from Hannibal's hand, and skillfully arranged them.

Watson: "..."

Forget it, he'd better wipe the turkey.

There is always a tacit understanding between the chefs, two people cook one by one, and turn a turntable. Finally, all the dishes are ready before 7:[-], and the two Holmes brothers who have been in the room have finally come to the kitchen.

"French food?" Sherlock pulled out his chair and asked in surprise when he saw the baked snails on the dining table.

He raised his head and looked suspiciously at Dana across the table. If he remembered correctly, this person didn't know French cuisine at all.

Dana lay lazily on the chair: "I didn't do it, I didn't get up until 5 o'clock, so I don't have time to cook."

After saying this, Sherlock came to his senses, and he turned his attention to Hannibal. The maids had already been on vacation, butler Abel could only have some British food, not to mention Mrs. Holmes, he could only have some snacks and the like.As for Watson, judging from the latter's frequent takeout, he is not good at cooking.

Hannibal felt the gaze on his body, and immediately raised his head to meet Sherlock's eyes, showing a polite smile.

Dana was immediately amused when she saw Sherlock's appearance, "Why, French food doesn't suit your taste?"

"No, I'm not very picky," Sherlock answered the other party's question in his place.