[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 9 Paella

Mia hummed a happy tune and was busy in the kitchen alone.

Cooking is also her other hobby besides psychology and art,

Of course, she seldom cooks by herself. Once this kind of hobby becomes your daily routine, it will be boring. Therefore, if she is not a top-grade ingredient or a customer who knows taste, she will not mention the idea of ​​cooking by herself. interest.

Speaking of which, her mentor Hannibal also taught her a lot of cooking tips!

However, this place is not a place for vacation and leisure, so it is not suitable for too complicated dishes. A delicious salad, staple food that can fill the stomach and a glass of wine should be enough.

Various ingredients were already cooking on the stove. Mia chopped the washed vegetables and served them with premium Liberian ham, olive oil, dry cheese and a little vinegar.

A melodious violin sound gradually came from the basement, it was Bach's Violin Sonata.

Mia's knowledge of music is average, but she can still hear that the great detective is very skilled in playing.

She has slowly begun to enjoy this unexpected job.

When the tempting aroma slowly wafted from the kitchen, Sherlock also left the basement and came to the dining room.

The dinner dishes are very simple, a plate of Liberian dried ham and cheese vegetable salad, accompanied by a plate of pure Spanish paella full of aroma, and of course a glass of white wine with just the right sweet and sour taste.

Sherlock glanced at the tabletop, it seemed a little cruder than expected, but it was acceptable just looking at the color and smell, he unceremoniously pulled out the chair and prepared to sit down and enjoy it.

"Sherlock, in order to live up to the delicious food tonight, shouldn't you express something?"

Usually, a man will always spare all kinds of compliments when facing a sumptuous dinner prepared by a beautiful woman, of course, this person is an exception.

Sherlock didn't appreciate it: "This is your losing bet."

So Mia could only ask herself, "You play the violin well, I want to listen to one more."

She thought that Sherlock would still reject her decisively, but this time, the other party didn't say a word, just turned around and went to the basement to get the violin up.

A fast-paced Spanish dance.

Spain has always been a passionate and brightly colored nation. Listening to Sherlock's wonderful performance, Mia half-closed her eyes, and her thoughts seemed to return to that year. Flamenco with skirt.

At that time, she had to suffer a lot in order to learn this dance quickly.

After the curtain call, Mia didn't hesitate to give her applause, "Sherlock, I think my impression of you can be a little bit more."

Sherlock didn't care, and continued to sit down.

Mia raised her glass, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" After drinking, Sherlock tasted a spoonful of paella, and finally gave a rare compliment, "Your cooking skills are also better than I expected."

The freshest ingredients make each seafood taste elastic and slightly sweet. The seasoning is just right, which removes the fishy smell of the seafood without overwhelming the guests. There is also very plump and delicious rice with moderate hardness.

Sherlock thinks he has eaten paella in many restaurants, and even in the hands of Spanish chefs, he may not have Mia's skills.

"Do you know the secret to making the most perfect paella? Tomatoes and rice." Mia explained, "Fresh ingredients are of course essential, but if you want to eat authentic Spanish flavor, you must Using local tomatoes and rice, only with that kind of taste and seasoning can we make the green and sweetness of the Mediterranean."

Mia's drinking capacity is not bad, but it's the kind that is written all over her face when she drinks.

After a meal, the originally fair and translucent cheeks were dyed an attractive peach color, and even the lips looked more gorgeous.

In Sherlock's eyes, Sherlock would probably take it for granted that the other party had drunk too much, but he had to admit that Mia looked even better in this way.

Of course, if one ignores her prim hairstyle coiled up in a glass lab rod and her lifeless black-rimmed glasses.

"What are you looking at, Sherlock?" Alcohol may make a person's thoughts dull but not stupid, Mia soon found his gaze on her, and her alcohol-catalyzed voice With a lazy hoarseness, even the words are soft and full of temptation.

Although Sherlock is knowledgeable and talented, he usually reads books on chemistry, anatomy, reasoning, or other tools and encyclopedias. He has no experience with the situation in front of him and what is about to happen.

He just stretched out his hand subconsciously and touched her hot cheek.

The slightly cool temperature of her fingertips quickly let Mia know the situation in front of her. In fact, if she met other men, I'm afraid they should be kissing at the door of the bedroom at this moment.

However, the person she was facing now was Sherlock.

In his more than 30 years of life, he has never been in love.

Well, at least that's what is written in the information given by Brother Mycroft.

Mia suddenly naughty wanted to try...

She took off her glasses, propped her right hand on the table and dragged her chin, and covered Sherlock's big hand still stroking her cheek with her left hand.

The scorching breath swept over Sherlock's palm lightly, her dark green pupils glistened, "Detective, do you think I'm pretty?"

In all fairness, Mia is of course a beauty. Her face shape and facial features belong to a very soft type, with a small nose and equally small but full lips. At first glance, she is the kind of weak beauty who is easy to get along with, but her eyes There is a strong and energetic light shining in it.

Of course, if Sherlock is telling the truth mercilessly at this moment, such as comparing the facial features of those Miss Universe, Miss World, well-known models and movie stars, and then drawing a comprehensive data conclusion...

Probably in the next second, he will get a shoulder throw from the opponent who is also merciless.

Sherlock has not yet made a completely accurate judgment on Mia's force value, and of course he has no intention of trying it himself, especially since they are so close...

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you." Mia smiled softly, and squeezed his left hand harder.

Pulse, ninety... one hundred... one hundred and one...

She felt the strong and rapid beating under her fingertips, and saw more clearly the slight trembling of Sherlock's Adam's apple, and the temperature of her palm gradually increased.

Not to mention, there is no cure, right?

Mia stood up suddenly, walked around the corner of the dining table, bent down and pressed a kiss on the corner of the other's mouth unexpectedly.

Just touch like a superficial touch.

And just when she was about to pull away and leave, Sherlock also stood up, grabbed her, and responded to her teasing just now.

Mia's lips are soft, with the aroma of wine and the stimulation of a little alcohol in her mouth, because she is working in a laboratory, she didn't use any perfume or cosmetics today, what came from her neck was shampoo and bath The refreshing taste of dew is mixed with the unique fragrance of women.

Sherlock inexplicably likes it.

Mia's figure is petite among the broad skeletons of Europeans and Americans. She is less than 175 centimeters tall and weighs barely 110 pounds, so that Sherlock can easily hold her waist with one hand, while the other One hand still held her cheek, forcing her to raise her head to meet him.

Mia's body was already tightly attached to his, and Sherlock wasn't inexperienced in kissing, but his kiss was still a little jerky, and of course there was some strong domineering.

It's kind of cool, like the tone that little girls like.

Sherlock doesn't like to use perfume or anything like that. His body has a faint and almost imperceptible smell of tobacco and the smell of male hormone itself.

In addition to the gradually warming body temperature through the thin shirt, there seems to be already pressing against his lower abdomen...

Mia's mind also went blank for a short time, and she was almost sinking.

Do you want to continue like this?

To start a story with such a person, life should not be dull and boring.

However, she is a thief wearing an FBI shell, and he is a detective who cannot escape his eyes even for the smallest details. This combination is full of excitement and challenges.

At this time, Sherlock also began to seriously consider the feasibility of continuing to develop.

It's about the time he might spend, the energy he'll spend, the troubles he'll face, and his calm thinking and judgment that might be affected...

However, what he will get is a opposite sex that he likes very much, an experience of sexual relationship that he has never had before, and...

After a series of complex, tedious and huge calculations...

The answer is: unknown.

For the first time in his history, he was unable to know the correct answer to a difficult problem.

Sherlock expressed a little depression.

Mia also saw the confusion in his eyes, "What are you thinking, Sherlock?"

"no."

"Are you shy, big detective?"

"..."

"Then next..." Mia smiled softly, leaning against his ear, whispering softly that only he could hear, "It's getting late, let's... continue working?"