[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter No.17

John didn't know where his good roommate got so much energy.If it is an ordinary person, the next day after being injured and having a night's fever, they are usually so uncomfortable that they are bedridden, but Sherlock not only met two clients, but even insisted on accompanying Mrs. Hudson to Delivery—unusual as it is in itself—are smart people always different?

But at night, Sherlock really "lived up to expectations" and had a fever again, and John was relieved instead. This is a normal reaction.

Sherlock was lying on the bed with his face flushed, and he didn't even have the strength to moan. Fortunately, the medicine that John forcefully ordered him to drink in the afternoon worked. This time, his temperature was not as scary as it was the night before.

This time Sherlock lay in bed for a whole week before he was allowed to leave, and during this week, he really suffered (Sherlock's words).

Not only did the three meals a day have been changed to all kinds of mushy porridge that could not be changed by adding different ingredients, but he also had to drink those miserable cold medicines after drinking the porridge every day.But the horrible Mrs. Hudson did not let him go.After drinking the medicine at noon every day, before he takes a nap, Mrs. Hudson will bring a bowl of disgusting juice. In addition to the ginger flavor that Sherlock dislikes the most, he also tastes like onion and garlic... It's really disgusting Yes, really.

Sherlock felt that Mrs. Hudson must be taking revenge on herself, although she herself disagreed with this statement.But the only consolation is that every night before going to bed, Sherlock can get a bowl of sweet wine boiled eggs.This is a kind of sweet rice wine bought from the Chinese, and John also believes that drinking a little wine before going to bed is good for Sherlock's health.

When Sherlock was allowed to come downstairs, it was Thanksgiving, the first Thanksgiving they had lived together, and Jenny and Fantine had prepared a Thanksgiving meal.Now the two gentlemen on the second floor are very used to eating dinner in the kitchen on the first floor when there is no special event - such as the incident of Sherlock being bedridden.

Now the table is covered with a white tablecloth, the silver candlesticks have been placed on both sides of the dining table, the main dish of Thanksgiving - turkey, has been lying on a large plate steaming, and two chicken legs are tied to each other. Cute bow.

On one side of the turkey is a large bowl of fruit and vegetable salad, cheese is ground into rice powder and sprinkled on the surface; on the other side is stewed lamb with fish head, its aroma is irresistible; in front, is a Basket of buns and pumpkin cakes; behind, a cold plate with fried potato cakes and pumpkin rolls, sliced ​​marinated boiled beef (braised beef) and sausages and boiled peanuts in salt water, with a middle plate There is a not-so-delicate carrot flower next to a dish of jam.

The whole roast turkey is like a king surrounded by his subjects... although he himself, this chicken must not want such treatment.

Sherlock is placed first to the left of the main seat, with John next to him and Jenny opposite him (the main seat is left empty because there is no host).

"Cheers~" John raised his glass happily in front of the feast.

Sherlock raised his glass modestly.

"Cheers." Jenny raised her glass listlessly.

...so cold atmosphere...

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Today is Thanksgiving, and..." John gestured to the table, "Mrs. Hudson and Fantine specially prepared such a sumptuous dinner today, Holmes?"

"En." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I'm just lamenting that I haven't seen anything other than the second floor for a week."

John felt that the things that Sherlock did before, in the words of Mrs. Hudson, really wouldn't die if he didn't die!So he ignored Sherlock and turned to Jenny: "Mrs. Hudson?"

"I just didn't sleep well at noon." Jenny said weakly.

Jenny is used to getting up at six o'clock in the morning, and must sleep for an hour at noon, otherwise she will lose energy in the afternoon, but today when she was taking a nap, Sherlock played the violin for two hours in his room on the second floor, and the result is now Jenny still had the sound of the violin "Drasla, Dela..." on the violin.

"Oh, okay." John put down his glass happily, "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Happy Thanksgiving~" Cosette, who was allowed to sit on the small stool next to him and eat because of the festival, said softly like a little sheep.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Cosette~" John was glad to finally be joined.

"You too, Dr. Watson, thank you for helping me cure my illness." Cosette said with her lovely face up, "Mr. Holmes, happy thanksgiving, thank you for saving me. Mrs. Hudson, happy thanksgiving, Thank you for taking mom and me in."

Sherlock is not very used to being thanked too sincerely, he still nodded reservedly, regardless of whether Cosette could see it or not.

Jenny liked this cute little girl very much. She bent over and said to Cosette very seriously: "Happy Thanksgiving to you too, lovely Cosette."

Cosette smiled happily.

"There." Jenny stood up and said, "It's time for the most important moment, Fantine, give me the knife, thank you."

"But..." Fantine said blankly and hesitantly, "Don't you need to pray first?"

"Uh..." Everyone remembered that there was still this problem.

Speaking of which, the landlords and tenants in this house don’t seem to be very religious. Jenny usually goes to church to make herself less different. John believes in science more than church, not to mention Sherlock Well, he never even said "oh my god".

Sherlock showed a half-smile expression, as if he wanted to say something, but Jenny and John stared back at the same time.

"Okay." Jenny sat down and prayed together with John, and Cosette imitated the way they closed their eyes and closed their hands in prayer.Sherlock didn't do that, he kept checking the turkey while the other two closed their eyes and prayed, apparently wanting to find the most suitable place to strike.

After a quick prayer, Jenny held out her hand to Fantine again, and Fantine passed the wine and the knife on the tray.The skin of the turkey, which has been treated with salt, apple juice, lemon juice and honey, has been in the oven for almost three hours. Now it is exuding a charming color and aroma. Jenny slowly poured a glass of wine into the turkey. Serve, to give it the final seasoning.Then Jenny turned the turkey on the plate over very neatly, and broke open from the middle of its stomach, revealing the contents inside.

On top (near the belly) are two small bundles of dried beans that have soaked up their juices and plumped up, and below them is a layer of destemmed mushrooms that have also soaked up their oily shine.Inside is a small pre-boiled egg, which is squeezed in the corner by some beans and cannot move.Other spaces are filled with onions, carrots and chestnuts.In the middle is a small cloth bag with seasonings, and Jenny picks it out and puts it on the table.

Jenny quickly divided the whole turkey into many pieces, and everyone got some of the most tender chicken breasts, including Fantine and Cosette who could not be at the same table with them.After that, Jenny handed the egg to Cosette's plate, and neither Sherlock nor John had any objection to it.

Relying on being the chief surgeon, Jenny shamelessly put a whole chicken wing tip on her plate, and when she was about to put the second wing tip on her plate, Sherlock suddenly said: " Ah, Mrs. Hudson, please give me one." Jenny clapped her hands and replied, "Of course, Mr. Holmes." She reluctantly turned the tip of the other wing and put it on Sherlock's plate inside.

After symbolically distributing some chicken to everyone, Jenny finally sat down. She pretended to be natural and quickly forked a bunch of beans in the turkey's stomach into her plate, but the other hand was not slow. Another bundle of beans was forked after her, and Jenny looked up to see Sherlock baring his teeth at her across the table.

Jenny: But...Damn it, why are you a carnivore robbing me of my food.

Sherlock: According to my reasoning, Mrs. Hudson will definitely start with the tastiest part first.

John was completely unaware of the rivalry between the other two friends at the dinner table. He was feeling the best Thanksgiving dinner he had ever had in his life. He was fascinated by every dish, especially the stewed lamb with fish head. What I don't know is that people in an ancient country in the East put the ingredients of these two dishes together to form a word to describe this delicacy.There is also this bottle of full-bodied red wine. John believes that this is specially selected by Mrs. Hudson. Although it is not a particularly expensive wine, because its taste is a bit sour, but whether it is paired with lamb or turkey, it is very good. Very suitable.

"I suggest we raise a glass to Mrs. Hudson for this delicious meal," John said loudly.Sherlock had no objection to this. He raised his glass in approval and said, "For Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship."

"Thank you." Jenny also raised her glass.

The three drank in one go.

Food and wine finally liven up the atmosphere.

John told Sherlock that he had compiled several cases that Sherlock had said before into stories, and hoped that Sherlock would agree to publish these short stories under his real name.Sherlock was the first to agree. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to this, but he didn't need to fight against his roommate's little hobbies.Sherlock reminded John not to strengthen the stupidity of Scotland Yard in the article, because some of these cases were published in the newspapers before, and those credits belonged to Scotland Yard at that time, and now John does not need to cause dissatisfaction among the police because of these small stories .

Jenny also took this opportunity to tell the two men a bad news. Since the important Christmas will be next month, she will be very busy throughout December, so Fantine will be responsible for the meals before Christmas.

"So... this is the last supper?" Sherlock took a sip of his wine and looked at the big meal on the table.If it's the last time this month, should he eat more now?Or save some for tomorrow?

John coughed, reminding Sherlock not to break the heart of another lady present, even if she was a maid... even if he thought so too.

"Of course not." Jenny understood the thoughts of the two men very well, "In fact, Fantine and I have already prepared a lot of food, dried vegetables, cheese, jam, ham, bacon, sausages of various flavors, etc. Wait... Fantine will buy fresh bread and milk every day, and she will keep an eye on the tea and coffee consumption... Any questions, gentlemen?"

The gentlemen are of course very dissatisfied. How can some cured goods compare to the dishes cooked by Mrs. Hudson herself?However, they also understand Mrs. Hudson's busyness - winter is always the busiest social season in London, rich ladies and ladies must buy the latest dresses to attend various banquets, and Mrs. Hudson Mrs. Mori's craftsmanship is the best way to show off her wealth.Although there are some imitators who embroider flowers on the same skirt, anyone who has actually seen Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship can tell the difference at a glance.

Sherlock and John thought of the newspaper this morning at the same time: "The freshest Viscountess Feld appeared at the Royal Ball." The one I took with me when I left - Sherlock stayed in bed for a week, impressed.

In fact, Jenny is very busy throughout October and November. After all, it is impossible for people to shop for social season clothes until December, but this morning's newspaper will definitely leave Jenny with no time to take a break occasionally.

Sherlock and John silently lit a candle for their impending December.

"Perhaps Fantine's craftsmanship is worth looking forward to, after all, she has been in the kitchen with Mrs. Hudson for so long." John thought hopefully.

But Sherlock was not as optimistic about the country girl's craftsmanship as John was. "I hope the criminals in London can live up to it, so that I won't be bored." He looked forward with little hope.