The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

Gurg, grunt... Ronaldo's stomach made a strange sound, which sounded particularly loud in the quiet and empty living room.

Ronaldo hurriedly covered his stomach, his face flushed with embarrassment, if two eggs were placed on his cheeks, they would be cooked.He lowered his head, not daring to look at Cecil who was sitting across from him, so he naturally missed the smile on Cecil's mouth.

"Didn't you have dinner?"

Ronaldo hummed like a mosquito, and he came to see Mr. Cecil as soon as the training was over, so he didn't care about finishing his meal.Usually at this time, he has already had dinner.

"What to eat?"

Ronaldo said without thinking: "Meat!" The recent increase in training made him want to eat meat very much.

"How much can you eat?"

"A lot." Seeing that Cecil didn't laugh at him, Ronaldo didn't feel so embarrassed, raised his head and said with a smirk, "I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow now."

Cecil looked at Ronaldo with a smile in his eyes, "No matter how much you eat, you won't grow taller."

Being ridiculed for not growing tall, Ronaldo stared angrily, his cheeks puffed up with anger: "I will grow taller."

"Even if he grows taller, he's still stupid." Cecil hit Ronaldo unceremoniously.

With a bitter face, Ronaldo muttered in a low voice: "Isn't he just smarter than me? What's the big deal?"

"Much more amazing than you." Cecil stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Hearing the bad words, Ronaldo covered his mouth in fright and looked at Cecil in horror. Does Mr. Cecil have a good ear?

Cecil opened the refrigerator and found that it was full of all kinds of food.Before Cecil came back, Mycroft sent the family servants to the supermarket to buy a lot of food and fill the refrigerator to the brim.This guy Cecil has never been to a supermarket, and it is impossible for him to go to the supermarket to buy things.

There is a lot of meat, should be able to fill Ronaldo can eat a cow stomach.

Seeing that Cecil was cooking with beef in his hand, Ronaldo stood up in fright, and stared at Cecil who was washing the meat with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Mr. Cecil, you, you..." The kitchen and living room of Cecil's house are open.

Cecil lowered his head and carefully cleaned a large piece of beef, ignoring Ronaldo's fuss.

Ronaldo walked up to Cecil and looked at him with a hellish expression, "Mr. Cecil, what are you... doing?"

"Wash the vegetables."

"You, how can you wash the vegetables?" Ronaldo couldn't believe his eyes, he must be hallucinating from hunger.Close your eyes, open your eyes, close your eyes again, open your eyes again, the person in front of you is still washing vegetables.

Seeing Cecil's slender white fingers rubbing back and forth on the blood-red beef, Ronaldo felt that Cecil was deeply stained, how could these artist's hands wash the beef?

"Mr. Cecil, let me wash it." Ronaldo said while reaching out to grab the beef in Cecil's hand, "How can you do this kind of thing?"

Cecil was not angry when he was robbed, he stood aside and frowned slightly, "You know how to cook?"

"Yes." Ronaldo cleaned the beef skillfully, then raised his head and said to Cecil with a smile, "The steak I made is delicious."

"Did not see it."

Ronaldo put the washed beef on the cutting board, picked up a knife and skillfully cut the meat, "You will know later, whether my cooking is good or not. My parents like to eat my steak very much."

Cecil looked at Ronaldo with interest, "Then I'll wait."

"Mr. Cecil, you go sit on the sofa for a while, I can finish it soon."

"Whatever you need is in the refrigerator." Cecil withdrew from the kitchen and handed over the initiative of cooking to the enthusiastic Ronaldo.

"Is there any red wine?"

"Yes." Cecil took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and handed it to Ronaldo.

Ronaldo reached out to take it and saw that it was Lafite, so scared that he almost threw the red wine out of his hand, "Mr. Cecil, is there any ordinary red wine? This wine is too expensive, it's a pity to use it for steak."

"Only this kind of red wine."

Ronaldo's head was full of black lines: "..." He forgot that Mr. Cecil is a rich man, but it is too extravagant to use [-]s Raffia for steak.

Seeing Ronaldo's pained appearance, Cecil raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Reluctance?"

Ronaldo hugged the red wine tightly in his arms, looking extremely precious, "Of course such a good wine is reluctant to use it for steak, or I go out and buy a bottle of ordinary red wine?"

"Do you like red wine?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

"No, just use this bottle of wine for steak." Cecil said in a flat tone, "I don't lack Lafite."

Ronaldo: "..."

"Hurry up."

"Yes." Ronaldo scolded the prodigal in his heart, and then took Lafite to cook the steak with a painful face, and poured the red wine into the oil pan, as if his heart was dripping with blood from the oil.

Cecil looked at Ronaldo with a funny look. He didn't expect this kid to have such an interesting side.

Three or four 10 minutes later, Ronaldo prepared dinner, and the two sat down to eat together.

Cecil rewarded Ronaldo with half a bottle of red wine left over from cooking the steak, and he was so happy that he was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Seeing Ronaldo drinking red wine with a happy expression on his face, Cecil couldn't help but said, "You're so stupid." Cecil didn't notice the hint of doting in his tone.

Ronaldo grinned and said, "I have never drank such a good and expensive red wine."

"I haven't seen the world."

"When I become a superstar in the future, I will have money to buy red wine." Buying good red wine is also one of Ronaldo's main motivations for becoming a superstar.

Cecil teased: "You are really promising."

Ronaldo was also not angry. Cecil laughed at him for being worthless, and his face was still smiling. After drinking a glass of red wine, he realized that he forgot to ask Mr. Cecil how the steak tasted.

"Mr. Cecil, how does the steak taste, is it good?"

Cecil stopped the knife and fork, looked up at Ronaldo lightly, "It's not bad."

Ronaldo was dissatisfied with the answer, so he pouted slightly and said, "What do you mean it's not unpalatable? Is it delicious or not?"

"It's not bad." Cecil still gave the same answer.

"..." Ronaldo looked at Cecil resentfully, "It's obviously delicious."

"do not think so."

"Will Mr. Cecil taste better than mine?" Ronaldo was very unconvinced. His steak was no worse than those of famous restaurants.

"Have."

"I do not believe."

"unimportant."

"Hmph, then next time you cook it for me, I'd like to see if it's your delicious one or mine?"

Cecil did not refuse: "Yes."

If Mycroft heard that Cecil promised Ronaldo, he would be shocked that his hairline would recede five centimeters.

"Then I'll wait." How could a pampered person like Mr. Cecil cook delicious steaks? It would be nice if the steaks were cooked well.

Seeing that Ronaldo had almost finished half a bottle of red wine, Cecil gave him a concerned look, "Aren't you dizzy?" The red wine has a lot of stamina, and even McCoff couldn't bear it.

"I'm not dizzy." Ronaldo said with a smile, "I'm a good drinker. Half a bottle of red wine won't make me drunk."

Seeing that Ronaldo's face was flushed and his eyes were a little loose, he knew that he was slightly drunk, "Don't drink any more."

When Ronaldo heard this, he quickly hugged the little red wine left on the table, "Mr. Cecil, are you reluctant?"

Seeing Ronaldo's look of protecting food, Cecil's eyes were tinged with a smile: "You continue." Forget it, there is only a little left, let him drink. "Drunk and throw up, I'll throw you out."

"I don't know how to throw up." Ronaldo felt a little dizzy, and Mr. Cecil sitting opposite him became two or three, "Mr. Cecil, don't shake around..." With a bang, Ronaldo fell to the ground on the table.

Seeing Ronaldo drunk on the dining table, Cecil showed a sense of helplessness, stood up and walked to Ronaldo's side, seeing his sleeping peacefully, couldn't help reaching out and pinching his face, which was quite fleshy , It feels good to pinch.

"Who said I was a good drinker just now?" Cecil pinched several times, but Ronaldo didn't respond, which showed that he was very drunk.

Whether to keep people or send them away, Cecil was in a dilemma for a while.

After hesitating for a while, Cecil decided to keep Ronaldo, and reached out to pick up the drunk and unconscious Ronaldo and went upstairs to the guest room.

In his sleep, Ronaldo instinctively held Cecil's neck with both hands, then buried his face in Cecil's neck, and rubbed against it, which made Cecil's heart feel soft and itchy.

Cecil stopped and looked down at Ronaldo who was sleeping soundly buried in his neck. At this moment, the 19-year-old boy was nestling in his arms like a cute kitten, which made him feel a touch of love .

After living for 22 years, this was the first time he had intimate contact with other people. Cecil did not feel disgusted by the warm touch of the close body, on the contrary he liked it very much.