Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Clara took the Chinese girl back to Baker Street. Speaking of which, this young lady knew how to go with the flow. In a foreign country, she was dragged recklessly to another street in a strange city, but she lived peacefully all the way. Serenely follow her on the bus...

Well, maybe this is one of the reasons, which human trafficker would be poor enough to take the bus.

"Hi, Su Lin." Clara said, "Uh, it seems that I haven't introduced myself yet. Hello, this is Clara Cooper." After she finished speaking, she showed a beautiful smile.

But obviously this trick has no effect on women.Yao Sulin returned her smile and said, "Hi, Miss Cooper."

"..." The atmosphere became embarrassing, so Clara started looking for words, glanced at her, and said, "You work in the British Museum?"

This career guess finally moved her: "How do you know?"

Clara looked at her handbag: "The strap of the handbag has the museum's logo on it."

She looked down at the handbag, and then smiled knowingly: "This logo is not big, Miss Cooper observed it very carefully."

"Just call me Clara." Clara thought to herself, if Sherlock's deductive method is used in picking up girls, it will be very effective. As a layman who has become a monk halfway, she actually managed to arouse the curiosity of this reserved oriental beauty. up.

Yao Sulin's restraint relaxed a lot, and she looked at Clara with a smile, as if waiting for her to continue to make some inferences.

After receiving the hint from the other party, Clara didn't hesitate: "You must also be doing some tea-related work in the museum, um..." Clara shook her hand, then retracted it, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed, Raising eyebrows, "Chinese tea, oh, I remember, in China this is called tea art?"

"Yes," Yao Sulin said with a smile, "I perform tea art performances in the museum to maintain the old antiques in the museum. The teapots soaked in tea will be more shiny. They shouldn't be locked in the cabinet. They were born should be used."

Do Chinese people speak so philosophically?

Clara continued to observe her. She had wheat-colored skin, single eyelids, a thick lower lip, and an unclear piercing in her right ear. Her neck was fairer than the skin on her face. She was engaged in public work; her clothes were made of ordinary materials and bought from a grocery market. her fingers smell like tea, and she is a tea art performer; when she held her hand just now, she could feel that there were many scars on her palm... Corporal punishment?Heavy work?Nationality is other country...

What kind of work did she have before working in the museum?

Secretly remembering these doubts, Clara smiled at her, urged by her intuition, Clara added meaningfully: "My grocery store sells everything, if you need any help, you can call Give me."

"Thank you, Clara." She smiled and shook her head, "But all my tools are custom-made."

She was not happy about this, as if her store didn't support custom-made products for customers, and the strangely shaped bottles and jars on Sherlock's table were all bought from her.

"Our store has good quality and low prices, and everyone is innocent." Clara said firmly, "There is no better grocery store than our store, and there is no more qualified proprietress than me."

All the people of London expressed their disagreement with the second half of the sentence.

Yao Sulin obviously didn't understand the proprietress' style, and she was quite curious why she deliberately added the second half of the sentence, um...how could a normal shop owner bring herself in when she praised the shop?

Clara took Yao Sulin to the store, and took out the medicines she mentioned to use from the wooden cabinet behind her one by one. what happened?Could it be that she had expected to run into a stranger today, and prepared something that the stranger said casually?

Yao Sulin sincerely sighed: "It's amazing, that wooden cabinet is so small..." It's not like a small warehouse with everything you need.

"Oh, it's bigger on the inside." Clara said proudly.

Yao Sulin nodded and smiled, but there was no response.

Clara looked at her expectantly, but after waiting for a while, she still didn't respond.

In the end, the proprietress pulled her face down: "What's wrong with London? Is it a virus? Don't you all watch Doctor Who? God, such a classic line!"

Yao Sulin blinked blankly, expressing her ignorance of the proprietress' world.

Ok……

Clara gave Yao Sulin a small business card that she personally designed, and specifically said: "The card is Tardis blue~"

Yao Sulin: "...Oh."

Clara sent Yao Sulin away, wondering whether the world was invaded by aliens at a certain moment, and then injected the virus to everyone except her, so that everyone did not remember the crazy man with the blue box No, she is the only one in the world!Only she remembered the doctor!One day, the Doctor will drive her to save the world in a Tardis!

Dr. Cooper and his party on the other side of the ocean expressed dissatisfaction.

Clara, when she was a child, she expected Hogwarts to send her an admission letter, and when she grew up, she expected the doctor to take her on adventures through time and space... Well, childlike innocence is hard to lose.

Not far away came a small, blond man. Seeing the grocery store open, he waved to Clara and walked straight here.

Nancy, who was behind her, also took the opportunity to jump on the front desk, and lay under her hand begging to be petted. Clara gently scratched the fluffy cat under her hand, causing her to lift her chin comfortably and let out a pleasant purr in her throat.Clara smiled and waited for the doctor to arrive. In her eyes, this kind and gentleman doctor had a label on him: a potential rival in love.

Watson felt an inexplicable chill in his body, and the proprietress of the grocery store and the cat seemed to have resentment behind them.He rubbed his eyes involuntarily, um, there is nothing, the proprietress is still so beautiful, and the cat is also very cute.

Watson walked to the door of the store, and Clara offered tea, which was the same as Sherlock was treated when he came to the store, and Watson was not polite. After getting along with each other these days, he saw that the proprietress was a neurotic and beautiful woman. He is pursuing Sherlock more and more courageously.

"Clara, I have to ask you something," said Watson seriously. "Do you know that the hospital you introduced to me is now only recruiting gynecologists?"

"Oh, aren't you a gynecologist?" Clara half-joked, "Then what kind of doctor are you? Doctorwho?"

This time she read the next two words with great emphasis.

Watson didn't notice her stalking at all: "I'm a surgeon, Clara."

Clara: "..." So it's true that all Londoners don't watch Doctor Who broadcast on the BBC now?What are you all watching?Detective Conan?Conan is just Conan, better than the famous detective Sherlock Holmes... If Sherlock is really put on the screen one day, her rivals in love will definitely be all over the world.

Boss, you are telling the truth.

"Clara?" Watson interrupted her distraction.

"Sorry," Clara regained her senses, "Uh, that hospital only accepts gynecologists now? I don't know about that, um... Maybe you can go to Sarah's house to have a look, but her clinic is not big, I'm afraid you'll have to give in."

Watson showed an expression of humiliation: "It's all for the rent."

"Oh, my God..." Clara said distressedly, "Look at you, a military doctor and a detective, how you have been tortured by the rent, poor cuties~"

Watson: "..." No wonder Sherlock often said that he wanted to kill the proprietress with a single shot.

"Here, here is Sarah's contact number and the address of the clinic." Clara took out a phone book from the cupboard, copied a page of information, handed it to Watson, and looked up excitedly, "That's right , Sarah is a beautiful woman."

This is pleasing, Watson smiled and asked, "Thank you, Clara, but why are you so enthusiastic about introducing me to your girlfriend?"

"We're all neighbors," Clara smiled softly, "I used to introduce Mrs. Hudson's lover in the evening."

"Then you are a housing agency and a matchmaking agency?"

"...When you put it that way, I almost forgot that I mainly run a grocery store." Clara looked melancholy.

Watson couldn't help smiling, thinking about the lady boss's entanglement with Sherlock, and the roommate was very annoyed by it, and couldn't help but said: "Clara, excuse me, what is your relationship with Sherlock?"

Mentioning this, Clara became depressed again: "Strictly speaking, it doesn't seem to matter."

Uh, okay.

"I've only known you and Sherlock for a few days. In fact, I shouldn't have interrupted to say something like this," Watson said gently, "but I think Sherlock is disgusted by how often you appear in front of him now. Perhaps , can you change the rhythm?"

What you said is very reasonable, and the proprietress thought to herself, why don't you tell her superiors to find someone to change shifts, she hasn't taken a vacation in two or three years, maybe she can go to the United States to harm Dr. Cooper?Want to experience American culture?

Just kidding... How could she have such a thing as a vacation.

Watson said with emotion: "Sherlock's character is thanks to someone who likes him."

"After all, he's good-looking." Clara replied seriously, "But why do you think of saying that?"

"I have received too many warnings in the past two days, and I have come across a lot of his nicknames, freak, genius, bastard..." Watson rubbed his nose wearily, "I want to pay for it from me. There are also people who have heard of him."

The doctor asked curiously: "Why, Clara, haven't you met such a person? You are friends."

To tell you the truth, I was the one who took money to monitor people. Clara silently condemned her blindness, and then said: "To be honest, I really don't have much interaction with Sherlock."

Then she said the most truthful sentence in the past few years: "Doctor, I didn't do it out of malice, but you have to pay attention to Sherlock, he is dangerous."

"What danger?" Watson asked her, frowning. "Is Sherlock in danger, or is Sherlock in danger?"

Clara smiled and didn't answer, but because of his question, she thought that the doctor was a pure and kind old man, and Sherlock really needed such a friend.

Like she needed Louise.

The author has something to say: Thank you Shangguan Limeng for the landmine, the baby has been resurrected with full blood!Wow (*＾3＾)!