[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Sherlock stayed on the sofa in the living room for a long time. He was searching all the memories of cooking in the hall of memory. Unfortunately, because he once felt that this technology was not helpful for solving crimes, he never thought about it. This knowledge is added to the hard disk in the brain and stored.His knowledge even involves the knowledge of how to identify wine and fruit, but he has not even found a trace of cooking skills. At this critical moment when he has to be pushed by John to put ducks on the shelves today, it has to be said that it is a major issue. Mistake in strategic decision!

It seems that he has no choice but to learn and sell now!

The mahogany door of the study room on the second floor was pushed open with a 'squeak' sound, and Sherlock, wearing a light blue pajamas and a pair of fur slippers of the same color on his feet, walked in with a 'tap, tap, tap' step.As soon as you enter the door, you can see that the study room is divided into two compartments. The walls of the first larger room are inlaid with birch bookshelves carved with angels and patterns in a classical style that extend straight from the floor to the ceiling. There are two sets of birch wood desks and red armchairs on both sides of the middle, on which are piled up various messy materials and documents, as well as two laptops.

This is the special location for the detective's office and John's leisure reading, and a small mahogany door stands next to the desk, which is the laboratory used exclusively by the detective to study various weird experiments and research topics Well, in view of the danger level of the laboratory and the situation full of various unknown 'unknown items', John has listed this place as his forbidden area, and he will not step further unless necessary!

"Oh, John's bookshelf really has a pitifully small collection." After Sherlock decided to give it a try in the living room, he ran to the study without stopping to look for the recipes that John bought online and placed in the study.Sherlock knew in his heart that since John would buy the book back for collection, it was enough to show that the former military doctor who was still sleeping deeply in bed liked it, right?But on the mosaic bookshelf belonging to John next to the door, there are only a few Chinese cookbooks and some scattered magazines and newspapers piled up in the empty space. What a stark contrast.

His slender, fair fingers quickly slid across the covers of several cookbooks, and then stopped on a cookbook of Chinese porridge.Sherlock suddenly recalled that the materials he saw said that after doing that kind of thing, the lower side should eat some food that is easier to digest, so that it will be better for the body, right?

"Then, I'll choose this." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, reached out and took out the book, and put it in his arms.Then he rushed straight into the nearby laboratory and picked up a full set of experimental tools, test tubes, scales, measuring cylinders, etc. on the laboratory table, and finally went straight to the kitchen with all the weapons to prepare John's lunch—red bean barley porridge.

Throwing the experimental measurement tools all over the shiny marble countertop in the kitchen, and opening the three-tiered refrigerator, Sherlock stared at the orderly stacked refrigerators, squatted down and began to use his hands to pick out the ingredients in the refrigerator over and over again. , I finally dug out the beautifully packaged bags of red beans and barley from the refrigerator and placed them on the marble counter, and then I didn’t bother to pay attention to the mess in the refrigerator like locusts passing through, so I kicked the refrigerator door directly. went back.Finally, Sherlock calmly walked over to the coffee machine installed at the entrance of the kitchen and took a box of sugar cubes for coffee.

Well, all the preparations for the experiment are ready, and the experiment can start.

Sherlock took out the goggles and put them on, picked up the special white lab coat, shook it in his hand and put it on again, took out two pairs of white rubber gloves from the outer pocket of the white coat, put them on, and then lowered his head to confirm After he was armed to the extent of his teeth, he stood firmly in the kitchen and stared seriously at the pile of things piled up in front of him.Taking a deep breath, Sherlock first took out a thick glass ounce measuring cylinder to measure 18 ounces of red beans into the rice bag and put them into the pot. Red bean and barley porridge recipe at a glance, uh...do you have to wash it with water first, or boil it directly?How many milliliters of water should be injected to clean the bottom is correct?Why isn't this damn crude recipe written explicitly, for God's sake!Who the hell would know how such a loose approach was allowed to be published? !

So should I wash it or not?Since there is no clear stipulation in the book, forget it, just inject 0.332 gallons of water directly into it.Thinking of this, Sherlock moved over to the pile of tools beside him, and after careful selection, he finally chose a long glass measuring cylinder with a capacity of 2000ML.

Wearing goggles, Sherlock lowered his head slightly, held the measuring cylinder with his left hand at a slightly inclined angle, and held a mineral water bottle with the lid opened just out of the refrigerator in his right hand. Start to carefully inject liquid into the vector cylinder. After injecting about 0.322 gallons of water, level the measuring cylinder with steady gestures, and pick up a milky white rubber-tipped dropper from the marble table to fill up the water from the mineral water bottle Then pour it into the measuring cylinder, and stop when the water in the large glass measuring cylinder reaches the 1500ML mark. Charlotte bends down and carefully observes the water recess in the measuring cylinder before stopping when it really reaches the 1500ML mark.

Use a white porcelain long-handled spoon to pick up the red beans that have just been soaked in water from the glass jar, put them into another glass jar of the same size, pour 2500ML of water to filter it, and pour it into the pot with a measuring cylinder. Pour the 1500ML mineral water just prepared into it.

"Pour in the barley and cook until half-cooked, then add red beans, after the barley kernels and red beans are cooked, add sugar, and cook until it melts." After turning on the gas, Sherlock muttered out the words on it, brows Frowning, "What is the degree of 'cooked to half-cooked'? What is the degree of cooking? How long does it take for how long does the fire temperature need to be? Do you need a stopwatch next to it?"

Then, when Sherlock was thinking hard in front of the pot, he heard his mobile phone ring in the living room.

"Hello, Lestrade?" Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen, walked around the sofa, bent down and picked up the piece of paper that he had thrown on the sofa after talking to Mycroft just now and accidentally got caught in the crack of the sofa. cell phone.

"Sherlock, today is already the second day, can you temporarily come out of the world of the two to investigate the case?" Lestrade's helpless words were mixed with various noisy human voices and the sound of the engine. From the other end of the phone to Sherlock's ear.

"Are you in the parking lot? Judging from the voice I heard, you should be not far from the scene of the crime. You should be in the parking lot under the British Museum." Sherlock sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs and said affirmatively Out of Inspector Lestrade's location.

"I'm in the parking lot under the British Museum, and I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Didn't you promise me yesterday that you would come to see it?"

"I remember, but not now."

"When was that?"

"After I'm done, that's right..." Sherlock looked up at the pan in the kitchen that was not yet steaming, paused, and then continued: "Do you know how to cook porridge?"

"What?!" Inspector Lestrade dug his ears suspiciously. He obviously had auditory hallucinations just now, right?The only consulting detective in that seemingly otherworldly world is asking him how to cook porridge?This world is really abnormal!

"I mean, do you know how red beans and barley in Chinese food can be called half-cooked or well-cooked?" Sherlock still asked calmly, without feeling that he was asking a Scotland Yard inspector for advice. There's nothing wrong with this kind of question.

"Well...I don't know how either?" Inspector Lestrade leaned on the car door and scratched his short gray hair with a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

"Inspector Lestrade, you are really disappointing. You can't even answer such a simple question. How dare you take the people's tax money? I really asked the wrong person. Goodbye!"

"Wait! I won't, but that doesn't mean my subordinates won't? Let me ask for you. Are you sure you can come with me to investigate on the spot after it's done? Also, I have to make a serious point, we It's the police, not the chef! The police don't know how to cook red bean and barley porridge!!" After complaining in a low voice, Inspector Lestrade covered his phone on the spot, turned around and yelled at the large group of police officers who followed him. Hou asked, "Does any of you know how red beans and barley should be cooked thoroughly when cooking porridge in Chinese food? If you know, answer quickly, this is an order!"

"Officer, what the hell are you talking about?" Officer Donovan who followed behind pushed away a group of policemen who were looking at each other with blank expressions, and strode towards Inspector Lestrade. The private mobile phone that was on the call suddenly realized.This must be another phone call from that lunatic Sherlock Holmes, otherwise she, the officer, wouldn't be so crazy!

"Donovan, do you know?" Seeing this capable subordinate approaching, Inspector Lestrade felt that women had more opportunities to enter the kitchen than men, right?

"Know what?" Donovan asked strangely. She had just arrived at the underground parking lot and didn't hear Inspector Lestrade's question very clearly.

"How do you cook the red beans and barley to be called fully cooked? The kind of porridge in Chinese food!"

"I never do housework." Officer Donovan spread his hands, implying that how can a person who can't even do basic housework know about cooking?Of course, even if she understood, she would never tell Sherlock Holmes to know!

"Donovan, you are so disappointing. You can't answer such a simple question. You are really ashamed of the police uniform you are wearing. Also, don't get so close to me if you don't understand!" Inspector Lestrade was annoyed Glancing at Donovan, he presented what Sherlock said just now to Donovan again, and then continued to shout loudly at the police officers behind: "Who else knows, tell me quickly!"

"Sir, I know." A chunky policeman in police uniform stood up, and after Lestrade's nod, he stood on his legs and raised his head and chest, and reported, "Wait until the red beans come out, the barley and barley bloom. You can add white sugar when it is cooked, and stir it in time to avoid sticking to the bottom."

"Very well, what's your name? You're really a talent, worthy of being my subordinate." Inspector Lestrade patted the policeman standing upright in front of him with a smile of relief. Wouldn't the detective say that the police are all a bunch of taxpayers' waste of money?

"Sir, my name is Andrew Kozy. I'm a newly recruited officer who just graduated from the police academy. My hobby is cooking delicious food from various countries at home..."

"Sherlock, did you hear that?" Inspector Lestrade made a silence gesture to him, repeated it to Sherlock and confirmed.

"Oh, of course I heard. I have no problem going to the scene, but that Donovan is also there?" Sherlock walked into the kitchen again, tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear, and held it with his free hands. The rest of the ingredients were thrown into the pot, and then a high-temperature-resistant glass stirring rod was picked out from the pile of experimental tools, ready to be stirred into the pot at any time to prevent the porridge from sticking to the bottom.

"Even if she's on the scene, she won't disturb your work."

"No, no, no! You know she doesn't welcome me to the scene, we all hate each other." Sherlock lifted the lid of the pot neatly, picked up the stirrer, and stirred it clockwise three times and then counterclockwise. After three laps, he quickly took out the stirrer and put the lid on the pot.Just mentioning the female police officer who always looked at him as if she was looking at a monster, Sherlock frowned subconsciously.Oh he didn't understand why such an ugly, ignorant woman with curly mop hair could be a police officer?The Scotland Yard police are indeed a bunch of stupid and ignorant idiots!

"I can assure you that you will never see Donovan when you come to the scene. Is it okay?"

"Inspector Lestrade!!!" Officer Donovan, who heard the conversation next to him, stomped his feet in dissatisfaction, but unfortunately no one paid attention.

"No problem, John and I will be there in the afternoon."

"Why in the afternoon?"

"After strenuous exercise on the bed, John needs to rest." Sherlock replied naturally.

"..." Inspector Lestrade said with difficulty, "Can't you restrain yourself a bit?" ' The words were swallowed from the throat.Then?Then he was hung up decisively by the big detective.

In any case, with Inspector Lestrade's telephone assistance and Sherlock's rigorous and serious exploration, the experiment on the fragrant red bean and barley porridge seemed to be a success.

"It smells so good." John was awakened by the bursts of fragrance.I reached out and rubbed my already empty stomach, feeling even hungrier!At this time, Sherlock also put the cooked red bean and barley porridge in a white porcelain bowl, carried it on a brown wooden tray, and walked into the bedroom.

"John, are you feeling better? Do you still need me to feed you? Or give you a massage on your waist?" Putting the tray on the bed cabinet, he quickly flipped through the love guide in his mind, and Sherlock followed it dryly. The dialogue in the book asks every word.

"No need, I'm not missing an arm or a leg, take it here."

"Oh." Sherlock handed the bowl to John, and continued to stare at John in distress.John's reaction obviously didn't match what was described in the book at all?No, it should be said that there are two extremes.At this moment, shouldn't John throw himself into his arms and act like a baby, begging to be fed?Hmph, this damn love guide is really a lie!

"Sherlock, the taste seems a bit strange? But it's still delicious." John picked up the spoon and couldn't wait to take a sip. How could there be a faint strange taste?It's a bit fishy, ​​a bit bitter, and a bit spicy, but it's well covered up by the sweetness of sugar, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?Moreover, seeing that this bowl of porridge was Sherlock's first successful cooking, he had to eat it all up for the great detective.

"I made it strictly according to the method on the recipe." Sherlock sat on the bed and said seriously. He was so strict that he had already used the experimental tools, how could there be problems?However, Sherlock's face turned pale when he thought of the pile of utensils waiting to be cleaned in the kitchen sink, oh he doesn't really like cleaning things!Or, wait a minute and ask Mrs. Hudson to come up for tea and help me clean up.

"It's delicious. Sherlock is indeed a genius. He made porridge so successfully for the first time in the kitchen." John sighed sincerely.I think back when he first joined the kitchen, not to mention making barely edible food, even the kitchen was almost blown up by mistake.So, is this the real difference between a mortal and a genius?

"John..." Sherlock stood up from the bed again, looking at John with a hesitant expression.

"Sherlock, what's the matter with you?" John leaned on the pillow and put the empty bowl back on the tray on the bedside table. After his stomach was satisfied, his mood naturally improved a lot, so John's tone became gentle many.

And look at this great detective who managed to cook his first lunch in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street. The person by the bed beckoned, pulled the person to sit down, and asked clearly: "Inspector Lestrade asked you to help investigate the case? The museum diamond theft case you mentioned yesterday?"

"Ah."

"I knew it would be like this. Shall I go too?" John saw the detective's current state and knew that there must be a case he was interested in.Otherwise, this great detective wouldn't have bright eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and was so full of energy that even his black curly hair was curled up quite a bit.If it wasn't for him lying on the bed resting in discomfort, Sherlock would be jumping up and down with excitement like when they first met, right?Of course—according to John's latest discovery, this great detective will also experience this kind of mental excitement when he does some kind of exercise on the bed.It can be predicted that the days when there are no cases in the future will be the days of the old waist of the former military doctor7