[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 19

"Good evening, Mrs. Hudson, it's so rare to see you at the dinner table." John teased.

"If it's possible, I don't want to do this kind of work again." Jenny was still listless, she was unresponsive, and it took a long time to realize that there were only her and John at the table, "Doesn't Mr. Holmes eat dinner?"

"Oh, Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson, Holmes hasn't been home for supper for a week," said John, shaking his head.

"Huh? Is he dissatisfied with the bacon I made?" Jenny said jokingly.

"I think it's pretty good." John cut a piece of red fish and put it on his plate. "Kicked fish is also good, I like this."

"Fantine, is there any fruit at home?" Jenny wiped her mouth and asked, men like meat but she can't stand a full meat meal.

"Yes, madam, and oranges, apples, and pears," said Fantine, bringing them each a bowl of soup.

"Let me do something else, very quickly." Jenny wiped her hands and stood up.She cut the fruit and tomato into small pieces, boiled them in water until soft, scooped them up, put some salt, sugar, cheese, butter and mashed potatoes, and finally baked them in the oven for a few minutes.Sure enough, as she said, it will be done in a while.

"Okay." Jenny brought up the bowl, and she picked up the small shovel and was about to start when someone came in suddenly.

"Looks like I'll be back just in time, huh?" said Sherlock, taking off his hat.

#Every time I eat delicious food, I can meet you! #

#Do you have a foodie antenna on your body? #

She hadn't seen Sherlock for almost a month, and Jenny found that he had lost a lot of weight, but his spirit was very high, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if he had just returned from the case.

Sherlock handed Fantine his coat, washed his hands quickly, dried them, then sat in his place, rubbing his hands.Oh~ what's for dinner tonight?Cured meat, pickled fish, steak, and a bowl of freshly made cheese and fruit.Why is it that, even though Mrs. Hudson showed up, she still eats so poorly?Hmph, (￣_,￣)

Fantine brought Shylock a set of cutlery.

"Thank you," said Sherlock, looking at Jenny. "Please bring me some fruit."

You know how to eat, so ask for this first.Jenny slandered, and distributed the cheese and fruit pie to everyone's plates without delay.

After Sherlock finished eating the fruit pie, he began to slowly cut up the steak. "So you're finally out of your cave for good, eh?" Sherlock asked Jenny.

"Well, at least there should be no other work this social season." Jenny had already told Tom that this was the last business of this season.

"Oh, great." Sherlock said suddenly happily.

"Yes, that's great." John said happily.

Jenny: "..." So I'm a cook?

"I mean, you need to take a good rest for a few days, Mrs. Hudson, your physical condition is really bad, if you continue this kind of heavy work, it will not be good for your health at all." John said professionally Angle suggested.

"My God, I don't want to take this kind of work anymore. It will take ten years off my life, you know? I actually completed two months' work in ten days. I can't believe that I really It did." Jenny began to complain.

John expressed his sympathy at the right time, and expressed his curiosity: "If only I had asked to take a look at it earlier, it must be a masterpiece."

Sherlock didn't sympathize with Jenny at all: "Actually, you can refuse this job." He said, "The other party must have paid a lot of money, right? Aha, I knew it, and the other party's power made you give in, but You pay for your health, but the other person may take it for granted because she paid for it, and even your 'masterpiece' may only be worn once."

"It seems to me that the gains outweigh the losses," Sherlock concluded.

John felt really awkward.

Jenny was really angry, but she knew that even if she was so angry that she left the table immediately, Sherlock didn't care at all. It could even be said that the angrier she was, the more proud he was, because it meant that he was right.

"You're right, Mr. Holmes, this job really cost me more than I gain, and I paid for my health... Ah, your words make me sure, I really need to rest for a while, ah~ well, I've decided to finish it. Just relax for a while and do nothing."

Sherlock froze immediately.

John reacted, "What, do nothing... You mean we'll have to keep eating cured meats and bread for a while, no French food? No Chinese food? No boiled fish? No sweet soup? Nothing from you Stew?" Every time he said something, Jenny shook her head.

"Ah, Fantine can cook stew," interposed Jenny at John's last sentence.

"Well, but I don't like English stew, I prefer the kind you cook for Thanksgiving, fish and lamb." John said pitifully.

"No, not at all," said Jenny in a relaxed manner. "You're not going to disregard my health, are you, Dr. Watson?"

John was blocked, and he said helplessly, "Uh...you're right, Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock glared at Jenny: You are a rogue, cooking a few meals will definitely not affect your recovery.

Jenny ignored Sherlock: You're right, it's a woman's right to be rascal, it's also a woman's right to make trouble without reason, and it's even more a woman's right to vent her anger.

There were beeps and blips between the two, and John was so depressed that he didn't pay attention at all. He suddenly lifted his spirits and said: "Christmas, there are three days to Christmas, Mrs. Hudson, you won't let me Shall we eat dried meat for Christmas?"

"Uh..." Jenny asked strangely, "Don't you...don't celebrate the holiday with your family? This is a family holiday."

"Oh." John said indifferently, "My parents have both passed away. I have an older brother, but I haven't contacted him for a long time, and I don't know where he is. What about you, Holmes?"

"I haven't been home either." Sherlock replied quickly, saying it was like saying nothing.

"Okay." Jenny said, "I have spent the holidays alone for many years. The first two years were Christmas dinners at a friend's house. This year, it seems that I have a chance to invite you back. You don't mind me Would you like to invite a few more people? You may also invite some friends, Mr. Holmes, would you like to invite Inspector Lestrade?"

"Why should I hire that idiot?" Sherlock said unhappily, "Those people just twitter like a flock of ducks, give you a splitting headache, and annoy you, and they'll eat the food you spent days cooking... Aren't you ready to rest and do nothing..."

John stopped Sherlock's complaint in time: "Holmes!" You are hurting others and not benefiting yourself. Do you still want to eat Christmas dinner?

Jenny: Well, I can see exactly what you, an autistic child, are thinking.

"Then invite Tom's family." Jenny decided.

Boom you bang!

Sherlock was very annoyed, he actually hoped that no one would be invited.

Jenny suddenly thought of the residents next door and almost forgot about them. "By the way, why don't you just ask the four people next door if they can come?"

"No." Sherlock blurted out.

"Why?" Jenny asked strangely. In her heart, these people are her tenants. Although she usually lives in the same house with Holmes and Dr. Watson, it doesn't mean she has no friendship with the other four residents. Well, she is not Mr. Holmes.Jenny can assert that even after living there for a few months, Sherlock must have never spoken a word to the resident next door.

"I mean, no need to ask, they must not be available. The couple on the third floor next door left three days ago, and you were still in the cave when they came to say goodbye. The other two I think the day after tomorrow at the latest Will leave." Sherlock replied calmly.

"Holmes, how do you know?" John asked in surprise.

"Dear Watson, it's easy if you pay a little attention to your surroundings." Sherlock felt that John was being stupid again.

John glanced at his roommate helplessly. This friend is good at everything, except that he has a bit of a poisonous tongue, but just get used to it. John knows that Sherlock has no malicious intentions.

Sherlock just liked John for that.

Jenny: How much do you hate being in crowds?

Jenny is a little disappointed. The holidays are the best time to connect with each other, and she hasn't had a chance to show how amiable she is.

But when sending invitations to Tom's family the next day, Jenny still sent two to the two young men next door. It was one thing to know that they would not come, but another to not forget the invitation.

Not surprisingly, the two young men regretfully refused.Sirius Black and Remus Lupine are two like-minded college classmates. Both of them are the youngest sons of squires and have no inheritance rights, but both have entrepreneurial ambitions.The two started a small company together and rented Jenny's house together.

Their cheerful personalities quickly made them good friends with Mr. Potter upstairs, and they were able to eat together with the Potter couple. This not only saved Jenny a lot of trouble, but also made them more convenient. The special couple added a little extra money, and everyone was very satisfied.

Remus Lupine is a brown-haired and brown-eyed boy with a gentle personality. He regretfully said to Jenny: "It's a pity for Mrs. Hudson. I promised Blake to go to his house for Christmas this year. But still thank you Your invitation, to be honest, after eating so many small desserts from you, I am really looking forward to your craftsmanship, and I hope to have the opportunity to be allowed..."

Another tenant, Sirius Black, has a handsome face and a much more lively personality than Lupine.He exaggeratedly said: "Oh, my God, Mrs. Hudson, why didn't you tell me earlier, I would rather stay and taste your handicraft, but it's a pity that Lupine and I have already bought tickets for tomorrow, please wait for us to come back You must give us another chance to admire your craftsmanship."

Black's mouth seemed to have been smeared with honey, and Lupine's compliments were unremarkable, and Jenny could not close her mouth with joy.It was precisely because of the pleasing (sweet) personalities of these two handsome guys that Jenny agreed to rent the house to them so readily.