[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Good luck.

Although there is a box of inexplicable slices in the refrigerator, human tongue specimens and a few boxes of other things, there are still some things that normal people can eat on the top shelf.

Probably old Parker was worried that Sherlock had nothing to eat with the few steaks left over.

This is a bit of a pain in the ass.

Weiwei clutched her cheeks. In her previous life, she probably knew how to cook, but she didn't know how to fry steak.I don't know if the meat of the steak is the same as the meat of her stir-fried beef, or cut the steak into cubes and fry it?

Weiwei was amazed by her own idea, but in the end she didn't do it. She took out her mobile phone and looked up how to cook steak_(:3ゝ∠)_That kind of ghostly way of doing things would probably be rejected by Xia, who was not very happy at first. Mr. Rock Holmes sneered to death.

According to the usual professor's eating habits, Weiwei frowned and thought about it, it seems to be half-cooked?

Weiwei was looking for seasonings while thinking.

???

What about the seasoning?

Weiwei felt a toothache.

Then after she rummaged around, she finally found the condiments stacked in a row among Sherlock's chemical reagents.

Sherlock is really good.

Weiwei has a bit of a headache, wondering if the seasoning that has been put together with the chemical reagent can still be used.She glanced at the tightly sealed bottle.

Just use it, anyway, just cook a steak and give it to him.

So she began to work with peace of mind.

After finishing the steak, Weiwei thoughtfully made a cup of standard sugar coffee, and took a plate that Sherlock usually used for slicing (I didn't find where the old Parker's plate was packed away) and washed it. Wash it, and bring it to the door of the professor's bedroom.

This seemed to be the first time she stood at the door of the professor's bedroom like this, and she felt a little nervous.

"Professor, would you like something to eat?"

Sherlock was lying on the bed delicately and limply, not even bothering to move a little finger.

The soundproofing of the room was very good, Sherlock didn't know what was going on outside, but now he heard the knock on the door.Sherlock only slept for a short while, in a daze, he couldn't even figure out what he was thinking, maybe he was fighting against some underlying consciousness.

At this moment, the appearance of Victoria Mayer seemed to symbolize a choice. Sherlock's mind was at the balance point of clarity and chaos. He sat up, and the original shirt had been crushed. His temples were twitching, and he almost shook when he jumped out of bed. He walked over and opened the door, and saw his student holding the dinner plate—no, the tray, looking up at him expectantly.

"Professor I guess you're hungry, so I did a little..."

Sherlock lowered his head, staring at the plate of black pepper steak, the corners of his mouth drooping slightly.

Old Parker accepted his message, so he definitely wouldn't come today, and he didn't want his state to be passed on to his parents through Old Parker.So that's really going to be what his students do.

It really doesn't take a lot of technical content to fry the steak, but it's the first time he's seen it so greasy.

Although he is indeed a little hungry now, even so he refuses to eat such a greasy steak.

He frowned fiercely.

"Um...doesn't it look delicious?" Weiwei felt a little uneasy. The work that he thought was not bad just now looks a bit unpleasant in his eyes.

"Where did you get the seasoning?"

"Experiment table..." Her voice was a little weak.

"I thought you should know that things that are placed with chemical reagents should not be touched randomly, although I haven't used them yet." Sherlock's tone was light, considerate, and he didn't directly refuse the greasy steak. He picked up the coffee and took a sip Take a sip-vicky's level of coffee making is still worthy of praise.

She has been trained to add exactly the amount of sugar he likes, whether cubed or granulated.

The two of them just stood there like this.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to let me out?"

Weiwei took a step back in fright, nearly knocking over the plate, and stood there like a little wife.Sherlock didn't even look at her, and walked leisurely ahead with a cup in his hand.

"Help me close the door."

"Ah, okay." Vivi froze for a moment, then closed the door - this was the first time she saw Sherlock's bedroom, and after a quick glance, she found that it was messier than expected.It is also possible that he was too lazy to tidy up just after waking up, so Weiwei didn't dare to look any further, closed the door with one free hand, and hurriedly followed behind the professor.

It seems that there is a small door in the professor's room.

Compared to Vivi's rummaging like a headless chicken, Sherlock's movements seemed much more familiar. He dug out new condiments and dinner plates neatly arranged by Old Parker from the glove cabinet, and then found them from the upper shelf of the refrigerator. After ordering the steak, he took out two pieces.

Sensing Weiwei staring blankly at him from behind, Sherlock didn't turn his head, but said lightly, "Put down the failed product in your hands, Vicky, and learn."

Then you do it.

Weiwei hesitated for a moment, dumped the steak into the trash can, then put everything into the sink obediently, and stood by to watch the professor operate.

Sherlock went to the refrigerator again to dig around, and mysteriously found onions, garlic and a tomato behind the formalin box soaking the liver.He rolled up his sleeves, put the things on the sink to wash, and Weiwei watched the water flow down his graceful hands.

Looking up his strong forearm, she noticed—how many small needle holes?

It's not the first time for Weiwei to see Sherlock holding a knife, but it's just that he usually holds a scalpel, which gives people an aesthetic feeling of asceticism for no reason, making him look more like a precision instrument without any emotion.This time he was holding a kitchen knife, and even without an apron, it still made people feel a bit more alive.

Eh, no apron?

"Does the professor need an apron?" Weiwei asked attentively.

"Bring it."

The professor's hands didn't stop, and the movements of chopping garlic and onions into fine pieces were so elegant that they were unnecessary.

Weiwei took the apron over, it was a very simple and plain gray apron, and Weiwei had been wearing it for a while just now, she took it and handed it to the professor with both hands respectfully, her movements were flattering.

"You still want me to wear it myself?" The professor's tone seemed a little unbelievable, and his eyes widened a little.

Vivi was dumbfounded.

Do you want me to help you wear the apron?

Miss Victoria Mayer, the maid of the 21st century, also widened her eyes slightly.

How can this help him wear it?

The professor still had a knife in his hand, and now he consciously lowered his head slightly towards her. Before Weiwei realized how his face suddenly enlarged, he followed his movements and put on the apron on him.

Sherlock turned immediately, his back turned towards her again.

I feel a little hopeless.

Weiwei looked at the familiar figure from the back, the action just now was a bit... ambiguous.

Ahhhhh why do I think so much.

Weiwei's heart was a little hot, but he didn't dare to respond. Instead, he moved cautiously and cautiously to help the professor tie a bow on his back.At that moment, she felt that she was dead without regrets.

Became a student of Sherlock Holmes, was invited by Sherlock to live together, and then put an apron on Sherlock Holmes, and saw Sherlock Holmes making steak for himself.

Really, there is no regret in dying.

During the trance, Sherlock had already cut the tomato, and the red tomato was very pleasing on the cutting board, but Sherlock had no idea.

"Are your hands clean?"

"I washed it when I was doing it for you." Weiwei seemed to always speak slowly, and then she realized that the professor meant to let her wash her hands, and then obediently prepared to wash her hands at the sink where the vegetables were washed.

After touching the cool water, Weiwei wanted to shrink back a little. She rubbed and rubbed it carelessly, as if she wanted to turn off the water after washing, but the professor suddenly grabbed her hand and forced her hand Tucked back into the stream again.

Uh-huh? ? ? ? ?

Weiwei glanced at the professor in bewilderment.

He immediately said courteously, "Professor, is your hand still hurt?"

"But the cuticle is scratched...it doesn't matter." He answered casually and then said the next sentence.

"Didn't you learn six steps to wash your hands when you read medical books?" There was some contemptuous sarcasm in his tone, "Keep washing."

Weiwei's hands suddenly warmed up, and she looked at the professor dumbfounded: "What six steps to wash your hands?"

Didn't the professor just wash it casually?How come she has to wash her hands in six steps?

So it became like this.

Sherlock didn't care about what was on the cutting board, he put down the kitchen knife, and consciously adjusted to the mentor mode.

After re-squeezing the hand sanitizer for Vivi, Sherlock said the content sternly.

"Rub palms together with fingers together."

"The palm of the hand and the back of the hand."

"Cross palms opposite hands."

"Bend your fingers and rotate them in the palm of your other hand."

Seeing Weiwei's pitiful strength, Sherlock frowned and got his hands together, rubbing vigorously.

Vivi?Weiwei's hands were numb from the cold and could only obey.

Of course, she has already...

Okay a little bit shy.

Feels like her dad.

Her father didn't help her wash her hands like this.

After this step was over, Sherlock roughly pushed Vivi's hand away: "Look at it."

He was too lazy to speak, and then Weiwei continued to wash. After rotating in the palm, he held his thumb and rotated to rub it. Finally, he washed his wrist again, and only then washed off the foam that had just touched the Weiwei station.

Weiwei still looked at the professor's hand seriously with the foam on his hand.

Today, she is particularly easy to be attracted by the professor, the professor's hands are really beautiful.

It feels like the soul of manual control has been revived / Smile of Love

Sherlock didn't wipe it off after washing, but just shook the water——Weiwei didn't know that a little vicious mentality in his heart had recovered, so he deliberately threw some on her.

Weiwei silently chanted Liubu to wash his hands, then squeezed out the hand sanitizer and washed it again.

And with such an interruption, Sherlock didn't expect to wait for Vivi to wash his hands before throwing the tomatoes over to squeeze. He got the juicer by himself, started to squeeze the mud, and then turned on the fire to prepare for the next step.

Weiwei finally finished washing her hands, and was about to see the professor again, but the professor didn't lift his head: "Bring over the tomato puree that was squeezed over there."

Weiwei's hand was cold and cold, but she remembered the way the professor held her hand just now—his big hand completely covered her hand and rotated in the palm of her other hand—she felt that hand again. Her hands were faintly hot, but she didn't dare to think too much, forcing herself to forget, forget and continue listening to the professor.

Sherlock took the tomato juice and asked Vivi to open another pot to boil water.

Pour the tomato juice in, Sherlock accurately spooned a quarter of a spoonful of salt, added sugar and starch, and left it to boil. out of the refrigerator.

No pasta?

He frowned a little, walked to the door, and someone left a bag at the door of the house.

He knew that the fat man was still staring at him.

Sherlock didn't show any emotion, not even his usual raised eyebrows, just picked up the small bag and went into the kitchen.

"Where did the spaghetti come from?" Weiwei was a little surprised.

"My crush."

Weiwei almost sprayed a mouthful of salt soda into the pot.

Then Sherlock showed a standard smirk: "You also believe that?"

I am convinced this wave.

Weiwei moved away silently, the water was already boiling, Sherlock unpacked it neatly, poured the noodles into it and boiled it.

8 minutes, he calculated in his mind.

He took out the sauce that had just boiled, poured it into a dish, washed the pot, and Sherlock was finally going to start frying the steak.

After watching this wave of onlookers, Weiwei said: No wonder the professor is unwilling to eat her steak hahahahahaha after all, she just poured oil and started frying the steak, but she poured some black pepper sauce at the end_(:3ゝ∠)_

I hate myself so much.