[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 12 Recipes from the British Empire

Considering the frightening night that Sherlock might have experienced, Mia thoughtfully prepared breakfast for him the next morning.

Unsurprisingly, Sherlock was still handcuffed to the head of the bed, looking a little tired. He was covered with a blanket. Mia didn't want to know what kind of scenery was under the blanket. She just put the dinner plate by the bed. , and then uncuffed Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't speak, but looked at Mia with extremely unfriendly eyes.

"Breakfast is freshly ground coffee and freshly baked buttered bread with ham and a double egg, and you have the guts to dump it all in the trash or put away your frivolous little With a pitiful expression like a virgin, eat it obediently!"

After speaking, Mia turned and left the room without waiting for Sherlock's response.

Sherlock half leaned on the bed and looked sideways at the breakfast. For him who had hardly slept all night, the hot and fragrant food in front of him was simply a fatal temptation.

With little struggle, Sherlock got up and went to the bathroom, ready to freshen up and enjoy the food.

Mia didn't see Sherlock again in the laboratory for the whole day after that, wondering if he was still harboring doubts about what happened last night.

Mia also had no time to take care of these trivial matters. After finishing the final work on the diamond, it was almost dusk again.When she came up from the basement, Sherlock also sat down at the restaurant table at the right time.

It seems that he is still unwilling to give up the qualification of gourmet food that he has gone through all kinds of hardships to get.

After last night, Mia's anger has almost disappeared. Anyway, he has only spent one or two days with this freak. After sending the diamond to the auction tomorrow, her work will be completed, and there will be no I need to continue to stay in this desolate place and live with this man.

Mia would not intentionally wrong herself just because there was an extra person for dinner, but considering that this might be the last time Sherlock would eat her own craft, she suddenly wanted to try to learn to cook authentic British flavors.

Although Mia is passionate and fond of cooking, in the past few years, most of the cuisines she has been good at have come from France, Italy, and even some Chinese dishes. In all fairness, the special recipes of the British Empire have never been in the scope of her interest.

She used her mobile phone to quickly browse the food introduction and basic recipes belonging to the British Empire, and finally chose two very famous classic British dishes——

haggis and stargazypie.

In order to cook them more attentively, Mia went back to the laboratory to get gloves and a mask.

This time, however, it was Sherlock's turn to be restless.

The strange smell coming from the kitchen made him start to wonder, did this woman think of some new trick to kill him?

Sherlock's eyes were fixed until the two dishes were brought to the table.

whatthefuck, "what's all this?"

"I thought that as a pure Englishman, you wouldn't even know these two dishes?"

Although it is the first time I do it, there is still room for improvement in appearance, but it can be regarded as quite satisfactory. As for the taste...

Mia felt that according to her culinary talent, it would not be difficult to eat.

"Haggis..." Sherlock looked at a tan fleshy ball.He still knows about this dish known as Scotland's national dish, but its ingredients and cooking methods are not affordable for anyone.

And another...

"stargazypie." Mia pointed at the burnt fish heads. "In China, it has a very nice name called Yangwangxingkong pie. Of course, it also has a more appropriate name called shibujingmu. The roasting time is slightly over A little cooking might be ugly, but I guarantee that the fish under the stuffing is fresh."

She really doesn't understand, must the people of the British Empire abuse themselves so much in terms of food?

Or...their tastes and aesthetics are so different.

"No, I won't eat this."

As a native citizen of the British Empire, after tasting Mia's cooking, Sherlock said he didn't want to face these inhuman foods again.

"Sherlock, you were the one who asked me to cook twice. I didn't go back on my word. You, a big man, want to go back on your word?"

As a chef, Mia still has confidence in the food she cooks herself.

She cut up both haggis and pie in front of Sherlock, and each served a portion for herself and the plate in front of Sherlock, and then sat down to eat.

Of course, the selection of ingredients and cooking methods are indeed a little worse than those of her usual favorite dishes, but the taste is still barely acceptable.

After Sherlock reluctantly took a sip, he looked at Mia with admiration inexplicably.

Haggis is a very heavy-tasting dish. Although this is one of the reasons why it is uniquely loved, many people still can't get used to it. Mia doesn't know what spices are used to prepare the ingredients beforehand. It is marinated in a seasoning box, so that the original smell of mutton is diluted, but it will not impress the strong flavor of the dish itself, but it is easier to eat and will not be greasy at all.

As for another special delicacy that has already won the world in terms of appearance, it goes without saying that the taste of the selected fresh fish meat is natural. Mia has always been proficient in handwork, not to mention knife skills, and the fish bones are picked clean. It is pure but will not affect the taste at all because it destroys the texture of the fish itself. On the basis of the original pie, Mia added other ingredients on her own initiative, so it goes without saying that the tastes complement each other perfectly.

Sherlock began to feel that in addition to complex and difficult case reasoning, maybe he could have a new hobby.

For example, tasting every delicacy made by the woman in front of me...

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The morning of the second day is the day for agreeing to accept the work results.

The elder brother of the British government came to inspect early in the morning, and when he saw two people in pajamas and sheets wrapped in sheets standing at the door of their bedroom, they showed an expression of disappointment that could not be concealed, and he looked at Sherlock. As if to say, "You idiot can't handle a woman."

Mia really wanted to laugh at him, if someone of your weird brother is a miracle of the British Empire, she glanced at the sky outside the window, and yawned impatiently, "You must know how to disturb a woman's beauty sleep It's equivalent to murder." Yu Bi turned and closed the door.

And Sherlock's reaction was even simpler, he didn't even want to say a word, gave McCoff a supercilious look, and continued to sleep.

It was after 10 o'clock that Mycroft finally saw two people in the laboratory.

Mia took out her outstanding work, and then took out the genuine "Parisian Night" from the safe, threw it into the air at the same time as last time, and presented it in the palm of her hand.

"Come on, Mr. Holmes, there is a prize for guessing right!"

Mycroft picked up the magnifying glass, and Mia made a casual gesture, watching each other carefully identify them one by one.

"Very good." Mycroft nodded appreciatively after looking at it for a while, "It takes a lot of work to keep the shape exactly the same, the important thing is that no flaws can be seen under a magnifying glass. Miss Mia did not disappoint me. "

"These polishing and so on are just manual work that makes perfect. The real difficulty is how to turn it into a beautiful pink color. I use light penetration technology to evenly inject fine color particles into it, not only for the naked eye, but also for the magnifying glass. Excuse me, if you don’t look for it deliberately, you can’t see the mystery.” Mia cast her gaze on Sherlock who was standing further away, “So is there any conclusion?”

Sherlock just gave an inscrutable expression. He didn't even want to come over and observe the two diamonds at a close distance. Although he has checked a lot of information on jewelry appraisal in the past few days, he thinks he doesn't have this Ability can so easily identify a counterfeit made by a counterfeit expert.

However, the gesture of Mia's hands and the look in her eyes can explain something.

"Left hand." He almost blurted out, but paused for two seconds, "It's a fake."

"Uh——" Mia looked at Sherlock's expression from expectation to surprise, and it took about ten seconds for her to react suddenly, with imperceptible joy in the corners of her eyes, "As expected of Sherlock Holmes. "

She put the diamond in her right hand back into the safe, "as a prize." Mia pretended to be thinking, "Mycroft, I can allow you to make one more request."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "I think you know what I want."

"You want me to continue to participate in the next investigation." This answer is hardly a question but an affirmative sentence.

"If that's the case, I will be very grateful." Although Mycroft was smiling, there was an inexplicable sense of conspiracy.

"Okay~" Mia shrugged, pretending to be helpless, "There is still a week before I go to New York to report. I hope that the excitement of this case can be worthy of my rare vacation."

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In the following time, McCoff ordered someone to send the diamond in Mia's hand to the auction house, and he took the diamond in the safe back for safekeeping.

Mia took Sherlock to the store to buy a formal dress. Since she promised to continue the investigation, the first task was to go to the auction first, and see the grand auction of this diamond with her own eyes.

In the high-end luxury clothing store, Mia chose a fiery red silk satin dress. Apart from the color, the style was quite satisfactory. The skirt was designed like a fishtail, embellished with large and small crystals. The bright colors add a touch of charm.

"What do you think?" She circled Sherlock.

Sherlock looked her up and down expressionlessly, "The color is eye-catching enough, and the streamlined design can be considered to set off your figure, but the length of the skirt may show your lack of height, and the close-fitting tailoring will also Show your boobs..."

Ha ha……

Due to work reasons and the need to frequently break through various anti-theft systems, Mia's figure is slender and small, so she is naturally not the kind of hot beauty who is front|convex|back|upward, but Sherlock's particularly sincere evaluation is a Women probably won't accept it.

She didn't give Sherlock a chance to continue, and walked straight to the cash register, "I want this one, wrap up my original clothes." She handed out a credit card, the initials on the front clearly read "Mr. sh"

Then, under Sherlock's slightly surprised eyes, he watched Mia smartly sign a four-digit bill, "Sherlock Holmes' name".

It was exactly the same as my own handwriting.