[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

In view of Sherlock's character, Cecilia gradually got used to Sherlock's ridicule anytime and anywhere and the crushing of IQ.

At least he can tell in a second why the hair dryer she just bought didn't work properly, and of course, he will usually tell by the way what the clerk who sold her the hair dryer had breakfast this morning and where he stayed last night.

Although the latter part is not what she wants to understand, at least one roommate with a high IQ can solve many problems.

Although most of the time, he will not help her solve the problem.

He would start with "Here's basic physics, I think a three-year-old can do that."

Of course, the basic physics knowledge in Sherlock's eyes probably refers to the level of the professor of physics at Oxford University.

After the book-reading incident, Cecilia didn't continue with books, art, or even games, but became interested in cooking.

As Sherlock's assistant, the salary she gets can easily pay the rent, and doesn't require her to work part-time as a mercenary.

There is a lot of surplus in the monthly salary, or it should be said that it can't be spent, because Sherlock directly gave her the card.

Plus Sherlock doesn't have a case lately, and she doesn't need a job, so she's taking up a newfound interest in cooking.

She used Sherlock's computer to baidu the cooking method, and then went to buy the ingredients she needed. Since she didn't know how to choose, the ingredients she bought were not very fresh, and some of them were even unsightly.

However, in Chessia's eyes, they are no different from top-quality ingredients.

She implemented it step by step according to the cooking steps, and then the first question appeared, the dosage required [-] grams.

fifty grams?

Hello, how much is fifty grams?

Do you want her to use an instrument to measure it?

Cooking is so troublesome?

She scrolled down, and the dosage is almost accurate to the gram, and there are many dosage requirements. It is impossible for her to measure each one with an instrument before adding it, right?

Is this cooking step serious?

Forget it, add it based on feeling.

After pouring a tablespoonful of white sugar, she began to think, is this fifty grams?Have it?

What the hell, try another tablespoon.

Therefore, the young rookie in the dark cooking world added another tablespoon of sugar.

Cecilia added every dosage in the future with her unparalleled confidence. Of course, the color of the food is not good-looking.

Maybe it will taste good?

Cecia comforted herself.

She poured the food into the plate, tasted a sip herself, and she couldn't judge whether the food she made was good or bad.

So she shifted her gaze to Sherlock who was lying on the sofa injecting co/ca/ine.

She moved to Sherlock with the tray, handed it to him, and pulled down the hem of Sherlock's silk pajamas.

Sherlock, who was interrupted from thinking, looked at her, and of course noticed a lump of... monster on the plate in her hand.

"Why do you put the trash on a plate?"

Cecilia: You'd better re-examine your language.

Cecilia: My mother's knife is saying that it desires to be irrigated with blood.

"It's not trash," she retorted.

"It has the characteristics of garbage and has no practical use."

"This is my food."

"There is no doubt that this is indeed from your hands. Although you cleaned the ingredients, the food is not cooked as raw food. They can only be called organic matter with partially destroyed structures."

Cecilia scooped a little up with a spoon and force-fed it into his mouth. Although she had no expression, she could still see a little expectation in her eyes.

Sherlock is very agile and superb in terms of skill and fighting skills, not to mention how quick his reaction is.

Therefore, if he wanted to, it would be impossible for him to be force-fed food easily by Cesia.

But the fact is that Cecilia did it easily without using divine power.

After swallowing the food, Sherlock's expression remained unchanged.

"what do you think?"

"You should have heard that there will be a revolving lantern before death."

Oh, the smell of death.

Cecia never cooked again.

The author has something to say: This means that after marriage, the one who cooks will be Sherlock.

This picture is simply too beautiful to imagine.

Oh, there is an extra inspiration...