[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 110

The next day the weather was fine, Jenny opened the curtains slightly after getting up, the sun had already come out, the morning in the countryside was much better than in London, there was neither faint smell nor smog, grass and mud could be heard outside the window and the smell of dew on the blades of grass.Jenny also saw Mr. Gwen walking towards the kitchen with a bucket of water.

It was great to be in the country.

It was seven o'clock, half an hour later than in London.Jenny stretched herself, went to the next door and rang the bell. Although she had no panniers, she still had tights. She needed Fantine's help.After changing his clothes, Jenny returned to the bedroom, still not awake, he was lying quietly under the quilt with his eyes closed, looking very harmless.

Sherlock usually wakes up at about the same time as Jenny, maybe he was a little tired yesterday, and he hasn't woken up yet at this point.Jenny didn't intend to call him, anyway, she was here for vacation, so what's the point of sleeping in occasionally?

After washing, Jenny went downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Gwen was still drinking soup. She and Mr. Gwen came hungry. Just to save a meal, Fantine gave them yesterday's bread and Cooked some potatoes and the soup was from yesterday too, but Mr Gwynn was not allowed in the main house so he took it out and ate it.

Seeing Jenny, Mrs. Gwen hurriedly wiped her mouth and stood up, calling "Mrs. Hudson" carefully.

"It's okay, you can continue to eat." Jenny looked around the kitchen and found fresh cabbage and peas that Cosette was peeling. "You brought it, so... how much is it?"

"No, no, no." Mrs. Gwen waved her hand, "It's only a little bit, and it's not worth a lot of money." Jenny pushed back a few times, but Mrs. Gwen insisted on refusing.Although she is not smart, she also has her own calculations. Although she gave away a little food for nothing, if the husband and wife can have breakfast every day, it will be more cost-effective than a few dishes.

Seeing that Mrs. Gwen was determined, Jenny stopped insisting.

"What's for breakfast?" Jenny asked.

"There's bacon and sausage, bread, eggs, fried or boiled, and Mrs. Gwynn brought some mushrooms, and our jam and butter." Fantine counted.

"I just picked them in the woods when I came here, and I didn't spend any money." Mrs. Gwen said graciously.

Jenny looked at it and got an idea, "Let's make some mashed potatoes. I want coffee, bread and bacon, as well as boiled eggs and roasted mushrooms... Are there many mushrooms?"

Fantine stepped aside to show Jenny that several mushrooms were in the water.

Seeing it, Jenny said, "Uh...forget it, let's make breakfast and wait for Holmes to wake up. Is the jelly ready?"

"It's ready." Fantine took out the small pot and showed it to Jenny. The broth in it had been frozen, and there were some unmelted meat skin underneath, which was crystal clear.

"Great, let's eat this at noon, as an appetizer, and I'll make the main course at noon, first help me prepare tomato sauce, green onions and onions. Use yesterday's soup for the soup, boil the peas, and cook them a little bit rotten." Jenny began to assign tasks, "Mrs. Gwen will make some bread as the main course today, and whip some cream by the way. Fantine will make some desserts later...you can figure it out, biscuits, cakes, muffins, etc. Okay, you can tell Mrs. Gwen later what to do."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson."

"Well, I don't know where there are mushrooms for sale." Jenny said regretfully.

Mrs. Gwynn said hastily, "If you don't mind, you can send my old man to pick some in the woods. He knows that, and knows what's edible and what's not."

"Great." Jenny thought it was a good idea, "Then tell Mr. Gwen where to go, oh, yes, it's best to pick it in the morning, and we can use it at noon."

"Okay, Mrs. Hudson." Mrs. Gwen felt happy to receive the task.

Jenny said to Fantine again: "I need to prepare some clothes for today. Will you bring them to me when breakfast is ready?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson."

Jenny went upstairs, but Sherlock was already up, and he was getting dressed and washing up.Jenny found the skirt she was wearing. This lake green Chinese silk skirt was very suitable for summer, and it was one of Jenny's best skirts, although it seemed a little too gorgeous for the country.

The skirt was made two years ago. Before coming here, Jenny changed the style of the skirt and added a layer of lighter moon-white silk to the outermost layer. Layered ruching gathers at the hip.Two lace embroidered with flower patterns in bright colors are symmetrically sewn from both sides of the back waist to the bottom of the skirt, serving as the most beautiful embellishment.If you need to go out, there is also a wide-brimmed hat in lake green, and a hat strap with the same pattern as the lace can be fixed on the chin.

"Why haven't I seen you wearing this skirt?" Sherlock asked while buttoning his shirt.

"It's just that I haven't worn it much." Jenny put the skirt on the bed and adjusted it.

Fantine brought Jenny's breakfast, and Sherlock also ordered a copy.

"Is Mycroft awake?" Sherlock asked casually.

"Not yet, Mr. Holmes."

"So be it."

After Fantine left, Sherlock took Jenny's coffee for himself (Jenny rolled her eyes), and asked, "Would you like to go outside first?"

"Of course."

After breakfast they both put on walking clothes and boots, and went for a walk arm in arm, and when they returned Mycroft was ready.Both Jenny and Sherlock went to change clothes.Jenny was wearing the lake green dress, and with Fantine's help, she tied her hair in a beautiful bun and put on the pearl hair clip that Sherlock had given her.Sherlock put on a linen twill suit made by Jenny. If he wasn't serious... he really looked younger by several years.

Mycroft rubbed his hands. This was the first time he took pictures of people other than Wood (the valet). His little hobby is hard to explain. Every time he had to take pictures of furniture and oil paintings at home. .Thanks to Mycroft's good aesthetics and comprehension... In fact, Sherlock has already done it, and there is a half chance of failure, so he bought a lot of film.

The photo-taking process was better than expected. Jenny and Sherlock not only took a few photos of home in the house, but also took a few photos of standing on the grass at the door, not only for group photos, but also for single photos.

One from the front, one from the side, one without hat, one with hat, one with flowers, one with parasol...

Jenny even took a few pictures of the brothers Sherlock and Mycroft, and a group photo of Fantine, Cosette, and Gwen.Mycroft sent one to his valet too, and Wood felt flattered, and said it would be better if his master had let him know in advance, so that he could have his best clothes ready.

Taking advantage of everyone's joy, Jenny showed her skills at noon. She made the sweet and sour sweet and sour pork that Holmes brothers liked, and the spicy twice-cooked pork as the main course.Naturally, Mycroft was full of praise, and even Sherlock reservedly said that he could cook these two dishes a few more times.

At lunch, Sherlock asked Jenny if she wanted to try her "Christmas present"?Of course Jenny is willing, but she brought all the bullets, fearing that there might not be enough for fun.

In the afternoon, Mycroft tactfully stayed in the room and wrote a letter of greeting.Sherlock took Jenny to an empty hill, where there were few people, so they couldn't hit others.

Sherlock had already set up a few targets here in advance, and it was only then that Jenny knew what he had been doing all day yesterday.

The small mobile phone that Sherlock gave Jenny at Christmas has a short range, so Sherlock only set three-meter, six-meter and ten-meter targets.

"The farther the distance, the less effective it is. It's better to turn around and run away. So what you need to know is how to shoot the target quickly and accurately at close range." After Sherlock finished speaking, he showed Jenny a demonstration.

In fact, Jenny was surprised to find that Sherlock's aim was very good, at least the few shots he fired were very close to the target.

"I'm only good at close range." Sherlock explained, "I just need to make the opponent incapacitated." Sherlock handed the gun to Jenny, first instructing her how to load the bullet, open the safety and aim, and then let her She posed for the target with the gun in both hands.

"Relax your shoulders, keep your hands on a horizontal line, keep your crosshairs at eye level." Sherlock stepped forward to correct Jenny's posture, and then let go, "Okay, let's try."

Jenny pulled the trigger when she heard the words, but was staggered by the recoil. Fortunately, Sherlock supported her from behind.As soon as Jenny stood still, she trotted forward impatiently to check. She cheered and called Sherlock to go over, "Look, Sherlock, I've hit it."

Sherlock walked over unhurriedly, took a look, and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, I also shot just now."

Jenny quickly looked again, and sure enough, Sherlock should have fired the shot just now.

Sherlock said thoughtfully: "I thought you could use a gun, after all, you had one before."

"It's just that I'm not used to it. My posture is still very good, isn't it?" Jenny said stiffly, "Besides, I used to do it just for self-defense. How could I use it so much? "

Sherlock nodded and accepted the reason.

Jenny exhaled secretly.Of course she can use a gun, and she's pretty good at it... but that doesn't explain how she's good at it?Do you want her to say that in her dream she was the eldest lady of the oriental underworld?So just now she deliberately missed a little bit, but she didn't even think that she didn't even hit the target.

Jenny practiced all afternoon. Although she couldn't even hit the target at first, she was able to hit one or two rings gradually. The situation is "better", isn't it?

...Fuck!

The next day, Jenny's arm was so sore that she couldn't lift it up, okay?Even the clothes were put on with Fantine's help... Then she lay on the sofa and couldn't get up.

"Sherlock, why don't you remind Jenny." Mycroft accused Sherlock.

"I think proper discomfort can make Mrs. Hudson understand what is too much." Sherlock took a sip of coffee calmly and said.

"Sherlock, I have to say, you are too inconsiderate." Mycroft said solemnly, while Jenny nodded secretly. "What are you going to do with our lunch?"

Jenny: ... Nima, I'm already like this, and you only thought of lunch?

Sherlock actually put down his glass and replied very seriously: "Oh, I really didn't expect that."

Jenny: I don't want to do anything but flip the table! (‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻