Chinese food saves the world

Spicy chicken?Rubbish?

Holly looked at Dr. Sheldon Cooper, who was full of pride, "Is the Mandarin I teach very good?"

This is the first time that Holly feels that she should not let Sheldon's weird way of learning Chinese anymore, following "Syphilis Donkey - Beautiful Day (goodday)" and "Monkey Sleeping in My Belly - Good Taste in My Belly" After that, her Chinese restaurant was smashed in public and won the title of spicy chicken.

I have to say that when she heard the words "Heletty, lunch is really spicy chicken!", she couldn't help but want to close the Chinese restaurant and go home to inherit billions of dollars.

Fortunately, she figured it out in the next second that it was Mr. Sheldon Chinese tenth level Mr. Cooper.

Hao Leti was holding a plate of small brown sugar pancakes. The shape of the small round cakes was cute and crispy. The center was baked to a beautiful golden yellow, and the edges were white and soft, full of sweet, soft and delicious texture.

This was originally intended to be double-labeled for this doctor of physics, but now, seeing the smug expression of her nerdy childhood friend for "excellent" Mandarin, Hao Leti couldn't help but turn around and directly put this plate of freshly baked fresh The pot helmet was released and placed in front of the three giants of the Avengers.

Because these three gentlemen have been busy eating Douhua Chicken just now, and did not join in the Chinese learning of "spicy chicken" of other diners.

It seems that sometimes gluttony can also bring good luck.

The diners were at a loss: Why did these three gluttons get the double standard?Is Hao Leti blaming them for their substandard Chinese?

Sheldon Cooper: Hollett stopped praising his extraordinary Mandarin skills today!

And the big-breasted sweetheart who received special treatment was looking at today's double-standard food in surprise, "They smell very good."

Hao Leti carefully observed Steven's sweet and handsome face for a while, and after making sure that he didn't have a double chin, he introduced this plate of pot helmet to Fulian. The brown sugar wrapped in the crust is very hot after melting, but it is also very sweet and delicious, and it is the most suitable for relieving spicy food."

Before she finished speaking, Tony Stark and Thor had picked up a small pot helmet and tore it apart from the middle, and the melted hot brown sugar was steaming out a little, sticking to the white dough wrapped in sugar juice, biting The last bite is not only sweet and moist, but also the dough is firm and crispy, which is delicious.

This time Thor finally stopped asking the waiter for rice, but directly took the brown sugar pot helmet with rattan pepper tofu chicken and ate it satisfactorily. His good appetite almost made people dumbfounded.

Hao Leti couldn't help but said to Thor, "Thor, you really should control your figure, your flying appearance in the air has almost changed from a vigorous eagle to a fat goose, and you are still a meat goose raised in a barbecue shop. "

Thor was about to pick up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth again, but when he heard the vicious remarks of the small Chinese restaurant owner, he froze and looked at her wrongedly, "Why only talk about me, how good is Stark? Go? His battle armor can hardly fit in."

Hao Leti shrugged, "Anyway, our Mr. Iron Man has long given up on high-calorie food, and he drinks too much and doesn't like to exercise. He has abs all over the world."

Tony Stark ate the brown sugar pot helmet indulgently, with a sly expression on his face, "I am a genius inventor who wins by brain."

Loki, the evil god sitting next to Thor, is very arrogant and vicious, relying on his thin body without gaining weight, "Sitting at the table with you fat geese every day, I am really worried about contracting the fat virus. "

"Shut up! You soon-to-be bald guy!" The three giants of the Avengers united in unison.

Hao Leti shrugged her shoulders with a friendly face, "Don't think too much, baldness and fatness are normal manifestations of midlife crisis."

The four "middle-aged men" looked at each other, lowered their heads for lunch expressionlessly, and decided to unilaterally break off friendship with Heleti for 10 minutes.

And Stephen Strange at the same table was busy grabbing the magic floating cloak to fight wits and bravery, in case this cloak, which was not only fickle but also added gluttony, snatched his lunch that originally belonged to him, but As soon as Hao Leti made a sound, the cloak immediately became obedient, and stretched out the hem of the clothes to rub against her arm. Hao Leti continued to throw out double-label temptations, "Do you want to try fermented glutinous brown sugar ice powder?"

The diners around looked at her in disbelief, and raised their voices, "Are you talking to this cloak?!"

Would rather feed the cloaks than give them?

The Chinese diners who didn’t know that “spicy chicken” was causing trouble in Mandarin all looked at the little boss with accusing eyes. Even Strange, the current owner of the magic floating cloak, was very unbalanced-he couldn’t eat desserts. I have to pay for the flowery cloak, where can I justify it?

While the magic floating cloak was happily circling around Heletty, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrated, and Heletti took out the phone to read the text message while wrapping the obedient cloak into her arms——

"A cup of Duke Black Tea, dairy-free and sugar-free——SH."

Hollett frowned. Little Curly is planning to come to Pasadena for the winter, right?And is it almost here?

As soon as she came to her thoughts, at the open door of the Chinese restaurant, a tall figure wearing a gay purple shirt and a black suit appeared from far and near, with a dark gray wool coat and a blue scarf hanging on her arm, obviously from Coming from a cold place.

He looked at Heleti with clear green eyes, frowned and urged, and his voice was low, "Where is my black tea? I sent a text message in advance."

Hollett took another look-->>

Looking at the time when the text message was sent, it is confirmed that only 37 seconds have passed since now, "I am afraid that you need an artificial intelligence servant who runs at high speed and only serves you alone, and can ignore all your bad behaviors, not a Chinese restaurant. ex-partner."

Sherlock Holmes hung the thick coat and scarf in the storage area next to the bar, and repeated the unreasonable request, "37 seconds is enough for you to find out all the details of a murder scene in a secret room, and now I just ask for a cup It’s just black tea, unless you have Alzheimer’s disease, there’s no reason why you can’t do it.”

Hao Leti smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Please shut up now, or I can't help but grab your curly hair with both hands, and when you bend down in pain, I will slap your waist and abdomen hard. Last knee."

Sherlock shook his head slightly, and frowned coldly, "This is not a lady's behavior. For this, Mycroft will spend at least a week teaching you etiquette again."

"If Mike knew that I beat you up, not only would he not question my violent behavior, but he might even reward me with a considerable pocket money." Hollett looked happy.

The consulting detective pouted unwillingly, but had to agree, "Vicious middle-aged fat man."

"No black tea," Holliday walked to the bar and made him a Bombay Sapphire gin and tonic. "If you're not quit drinking, would you add lemon?"

"Quitting alcohol? It's not the end of the world," Sherlock said without waiting for Holliday to put lemon slices in the gin and tonic, and then poured the icy cocktail into his mouth, "'Santa Ana Foehn' makes Southern California hot like Volcanic crossing."

Heleti threw two slices of lemon into her gin and tonic, and her gaze stayed on his Dolce;Gabbana gay purple shirt, which was two sizes smaller, for a few seconds, "It's Mr. London, you wear too much."

In the hot and dry weather of the past few days, short-sleeved shirts are just right for noon, and long shirts are a bit stuffy. Sherlock Holmes, who set off from London, has been wearing a button of his suit jacket until now, not to mention hanging up his shirt just now. Wool coat on his arm.

However, Hao Leti has no energy to care about his attire for the time being, "Where is Oulos?"

"Sherringford," Sherlock said again, emphasizing the strength of the Fort Prison, raised to the highest level of supervision, "the British government thinks it can hold the devil, and Mycroft admits that even if he is imprisoned, he cannot escape from it. "

Hollett held her chin, "My Miss Dongfeng has always been much wiser than him."

"It's true," Sherlock drank the gin and tonic, "and every time you talk to Oulos, you always act like a little baby who needs maternal care. Maybe she will be persuaded by you to come to Paris again. Sadina."

He smiled falsely and maliciously, "This is really a very good thing, not to mention the boring and difficult cold weather in Britain, and the fact that Oulos escaped from prison one after another, it can also embarrass the British government."

Mycroft Holmes didn't know what kind of bad luck he had, and he met a bunch of bad kids.

Hollett watched Sherlock prepare to drink the gin directly, and snatched the glass from his hand, "You need lunch, not alcohol or black coffee instead of real food."

Not only does Sherlock smoke and drink to burn his head, he often stays up late, and even frequently uses black coffee instead of eating. It is a miracle of life that he can survive until now, and has a force value far superior to ordinary people.

Fortunately, the food cooked by Hao Ledi is still attractive enough to Sherlock. When he was eating chicken with rattan pepper and bean curd, he finally took off the suit jacket of Paul Smith, a traditional British brand, and looked at Hao Le with curiosity. A bowl of dessert on the other side of the table.

The crystal clear ice powder looks cool and refreshing, and the addition of fermented glutinous rice and brown sugar gives it an attractive sweetness. Just by looking at it, you can imagine its smooth taste to quench your thirst, not to mention the fragrance of roses Sugar aroma.

And now, next to the bowl of jelly, a red cloak is imitating a human sitting posture, and the diners once again saw the dessert on the table disappear out of thin air.

Sherlock: "What the hell is this?"

Hollett introduced to him, "The magic levitating cloak is a magic weapon owned by Mr. Strange who bumped into you. It has self-awareness."

As an ordinary human being without superpowers, the acceptance rate of consulting detectives is very high. He just looked a little surprised and then turned his attention to Stephen Strange not far away——

Of course, Sherlock didn't forget that he had seen this face that was almost exactly like him when he had a video call with Hollett.

It's just that the two didn't talk at the time, because Hao Leti hung up the call directly after explaining that neither of them was the protagonist of the illegitimate child incident caused by the other's father's mistake.

At this moment, Sherlock looked at Strange with an inappropriate slight on his face, "He looks much older, and he has a really long face."

Relying on his youthful appearance, Mr. Detective, and his scheming curly hairstyle made his face look much shorter, so he blatantly looked down on Dr. Strange, who had a few more wrinkles on his forehead and a beard.

Stephen Strange, who is also arrogant, does not take others seriously, and speaks viciously, has a contemptuous attitude. "Not to mention alcoholism, and a funny curly perm."

Before Sherlock satirized Strange again, Hollett couldn't help retorting, "My little Xiali is born with curly hair, and she usually perms her hair to straighten it!"

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