[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

"Okay, bring it here." Dana glanced at the several bowls in front of Tom Riddle, and said in a flat tone.

In front of the black-haired boy was a porcelain bowl containing seasoning sauce. The spicy aroma came from the bluish-white porcelain bowl, and the sauce was mixed with white garlic, while the other bowl contained nothing but black sauce.

The wooden board on the table is right in the middle, and there are two gaps on the board, and the porcelain bowl is just stuck in it.

Hearing this, Tom Riddle raised his head and glanced at the man. The gray-blue eyes as deep as the ocean before the storm came into his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and then he pushed the wooden board and the bowl in front of him to the back. in front of the

Because the training has been supervised by men since he was a child, he has naturally formed a conditioned reflex.

The man glanced at the black-haired boy and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything. He just picked up the bamboo chopsticks next to the porcelain bowl and gently swirled the sauce in the bowl.

Then he leaned in and smelled it, trying to figure out what the other party put in the seasoning.

"Pepper?" The man with gray-blue eyes said in a very sure tone.

Although there is a bit of sweetness in the seasoning sauce, it still cannot cover up the unique spicy taste of pepper, and it happens that martial arts practitioners have a very sensitive sense of smell.

Tom Riddle: "Of course!" He didn't know how to prepare the sauce, so he could only add a few things according to his feeling, and it wasn't him who tasted it anyway.

As for the consequences of the taster, naturally, he should not worry about it.

……

The man lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, nor was he ready to continue tasting the sauce.

After a while, he silently threw out a sentence: "Pick up the sauce on your left and follow me."

After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to explain anything. He turned his head and walked towards the door. After a long time, he said: "Come back after eating."

A hint of disbelief flashed across Tom Riddle's dark eyes. When did his shopkeeper become so considerate? Shouldn't it be a theory that eating something is good in the past?

Tucao belongs to Tucao, if there is an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard!He finished eating the fried dumplings on his plate in two or three strokes, and packed the remaining half, which will be used later.

It should be noted that Tom Riddle was very careful not to touch his own sauce throughout the process.

Although he was the one who made the request at the beginning, life is more important than appetite.

Once bitten, twice shy.

In the past, I was cheated by my master many times, and I reacted instinctively. Generally, if the latter had any strange reactions, it was basically nothing good.

But with that skill alone, he probably wouldn't want to resist, right? Tom Riddle silently recalled the aftertaste that remained in his mouth.

The crispy dumpling wrapper wraps the soft and smooth tofu, and the delicious smell goes straight to the nose, almost hooking the soul.

"Are you a pervert?" This is Dana who has returned, and he frowned his beautifully shaped eyebrows, looking at Tom Riddle with a look of enjoyment in distaste.

It's a pity that some people are born to destroy the atmosphere.

……

"Tsk!" Dana paused for a moment, then snorted inexplicably.

"Is there something wrong with the sauce I made?"

Tom Riddle asked the question that had been hidden in his heart.He didn't taste the sauce he made. The more problem was that the person in front of him didn't make any movements. Based on his understanding of the latter, if it really tasted good, the result was impossible.

Hearing his apprentice's question, the man didn't have any surprised expression on his face, he still looked lazily, with slightly curly black long hair behind him, and the wind blowing from nowhere wrapped around the ends of his hair and raised it slightly.

"you guess?"

"No guessing!"

Responding very simply, Tom Riddle sensibly did not step into the trap of the former, and neatly poured the remaining fried dumplings on the plate into the box under the pityful eyes of the other party, which was going to be given away later. thing.

"Don't forget the seasoning sauce!" Seeing that there was no more fun, Dana suddenly felt a little bored, reminded the apprentice about something, and then walked out the door.

It's really weird! !The young man in the kitchen followed the man's back, then looked at the porcelain bowl on his left, and secretly raised his vigilance. In the past, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to say such things. Now it is so abnormal, there is only one possibility——

He's going to cheat again! !

No matter who Dana was planning to cheat, or Tom Riddle who secretly raised his vigilance, after a series of things, the two finally stepped out of the store and arrived at 221B Baker Street, which was three blocks away.

Dana was still wearing the same white shirt, with the neckline wide open, revealing her strong chest inadvertently, her slightly curly black hair fell on the neckline at some point, black and white were distinct, and she was simply terribly sexy.

This is what Watson saw from the cat's eye.

Silently suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he took a few deep breaths, then turned his head and looked at his cohabitant: "Sherlock, is this someone you know?"

He is a retired military doctor. Even though he has been to the battlefield and has rich experience, he is sure that he does not have such a face... Uh, a foul friend.And if Mrs. Hudson had such a nephew, she would definitely whisper it in her ears more than once.

After all the calculations, there seems to be only one possibility.

The man being questioned was nestled on the sofa like a big cat, pressing something on his BlackBerry from time to time, but he didn't hear Watson's voice at all.

……

Forget it, Sherlock still looks unwilling to talk to people.

Watson gave up the plan to talk to the cohabitant, secretly thinking whether he had offended the other person, and opened the door to ask who the person who came down was looking for. This would definitely be much better than being in a stalemate with Sherlock here.

Suddenly a female voice came from top to bottom, which also stopped Watson's questioning.

"Hi, Mr. Lawrence, are you here to find Sherlock?"

The enthusiastic Mrs. Hudson came down from the stairs and saw Watson at the door. She stood on tiptoe and saw the two people outside through the peephole. She immediately cried out in surprise and opened the door to let them in.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Hudson." Dana raised his eyebrows, and entered the room first, glanced at the figure on the sofa from the corner of his eye, but the meaning was unclear.

"Long time no see, dear, do you need some cookies?" Hearing the man's lazy words, Mrs. Hudson smiled more happily, and couldn't wait to share the cookies she had just made with the latter.

"Oh, God knows I've been missing its taste." Dana replied skillfully in the frightened eyes of the black-haired boy.

Tom Riddle never thought that he could meet the side of the bad shopkeeper. He looked like a real gentleman from the upper class in London. He was polite and affectionate enough but kept a distance.

Facts have proved that looking good is taking advantage.

Mrs. Hudson was very happy to be coaxed by the latter, and walked towards the kitchen with a smile. When passing by the sofa, she pulled out Sherlock who had been trying to hide herself: "Oh, Sherlock, you have to put down your phone, but Mr. Lawrence I came here specifically to find you!"

Sherlock: "..."

Dana gave the former a bright smile back, looking at the former with creeps.Well, in fact, Sherlock regretted it in the next second.Knowing how narrow-minded the other party is, but still choosing to die, he admires his own courage a little bit.

"Looks like you're doing well."

The moment Mrs. Hudson walked into the kitchen, Dana immediately thought she was a different person, looked around the room, and finally stopped on Sherlock, and said in a very bad tone: "Charles!"

Sherlock: "Are you here to deliver fried dumplings?" Apparently he had seen the food in the boy's hand behind his friend, and asked dryly.

"Of course!" Dana shrugged, with a look of indifference. The excuse he came over was to deliver fried dumplings, otherwise, how could the younger brother who wanted to monitor every minute and every second could have let him come over.

"Impossible, the collar has been carefully arranged, it meets your requirements, white shirt? It seems that the dishes you cooked today are very simple, and if you add fried dumplings, you are prepared to come!" Sherlock said with a smile. He expressed his reasoning in a very affirmative tone, his light-colored eyes were extremely bright, like a child who got a toy.

As a detective, there was no way to hide the other party's information in front of him. With the expression of the black-haired boy and the folds of his clothes, plus Dana's sudden good mood, Sherlock could be sure that the other party had been tricked again.

Dana smirked at Sherlock. He didn't want to cooperate with the other party's desire to show off at all, so he directly turned the topic to Watson: "He is your latest cohabitant, and he doesn't have those bad habits that dislike you??"

Dana, I have to say, was a bit surprised that not everyone likes having all sorts of human parts in their fridge, or that their cohabitant is a drug addict, let alone one with other unbearable eccentricities .

"It's only two days." Sherlock, who didn't get the chance to show off, put himself back into the phone a little bit, and threw out a sentence without raising his head when he heard the man's words.

"I see." Because we haven't been together for a long time, so we don't have a chance to understand?

Dana immediately understood what the other party meant, and immediately looked sympathetically at Watson who heard them talking and was confused.

What a fellow to be pitied!

Then, regardless of Watson's expression, he went straight to the sofa, glanced at the vigilant Sherlock, smiled slightly, lifted his foot, and kicked!

"Oh, little Charles, it looks like you have to relearn your etiquette!"

The man was not as polite as before, he was lazily leaning on the sofa, his gray-blue eyes were extremely deep, and his low and hoarse voice sounded.

Sitting down on the sofa, his legs were unceremoniously raised on the coffee table. Watson who was watching was stunned. Where is the promised gentleman?

Sherlock who was kicked suppressed his anger and frowned: "You know I don't like sharing seats with others!"

The men of the Holmes family have always had all kinds of eccentricities, and the most terrible thing is that they have the ability to fully realize them.

It just so happens that Sherlock is a member of Sherlock Holmes, and he has many eccentricities, even he himself is very willing to obey, and he also likes to let others obey.

"I'll talk about it when you can call me." Dana didn't bother to respond to Sherlock's questioning, and stopped him with one sentence.

Well, the premise is that they don't encounter extremely willful and unscrupulous shopkeepers. After all, sometimes a high force value is quite useful.

Having grown up with the Holmes brothers, Dana was fully aware of their intolerable habits and had developed ways of dealing with them.

Not everyone had a good childhood, and not everyone with high strength has a good temper. Facts tell us that the one with the big fist is the boss——

For example, Dana Lawrence, for example, the two Holmes brothers.

This is why the man in the British Empire has a force value no worse than IQ.

Everything is just a simple shadow of childhood.

The man's words reminded Sherlock of the scene in his childhood, his face immediately darkened, the little guy with the size of a bean chasing two of the same size, with a wooden dagger in his hand, pointing at the latter from time to time Take a hit or two.

Why can a little radish who is not only three years old can easily pick up a young man whose weight is several times his? ?