[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 60

After a hard day, the ladies decided to treat themselves with dinner.

"Mr. Holmes hasn't come back yet," said Fantine suddenly, who was knocking on the steak.Jenny blinked, and then realized that a certain injured guy hadn't recovered well, but had disappeared early in the morning, and didn't come back for dinner at noon.

"That's right." Jenny went to the fireplace and looked through the business cards she received in the morning, and found something strange.The two men seemed very anxious in the morning, but they didn't come again to ask if Sherlock was back.

Jenny threw the card back into the box on the mantelpiece, deciding to leave it alone.

Sherlock came back with John, and the two came back a little late.

"Holmes went to my place to change his medicine," said John.He seemed to have gotten used to the smell outside and came back without a mask on.

"Good weather." Sherlock hung his hat and coat on the hangers.

"Did you cook anything delicious today? I smell it. Dessert, oh, how sweet it is. Mrs. Hudson, I'm so hungry. It's hard to live without afternoon tea. Holmes, aren't you hungry? John rubbed his hands and sat down at the table.

"A little bit." Sherlock took out a pipe and put it in his mouth and didn't light it. He didn't go into the kitchen, "Watson, I suggest you..."

"My God, Dr. Watson, your shoes are full of mud!!!" Jenny screamed.

John looked at the floor in embarrassment, and sure enough, a string of mud footprints followed him from the door to the kitchen, while the other was Sherlock's, only from the door to the kitchen door.Not only the shoes, John's trousers were also full of mud.

"Don't move, Dr. Watson, and you, Mr. Holmes." Jenny ordered, Sherlock shrugged, and he stood still at the door. "Fantine, go upstairs and get the gentlemen's slippers."

Fantine immediately went upstairs and brought down two pairs of slippers. "Gentlemen, please." She placed the shoes by the kitchen table.Then Fantine and Jenny left the kitchen temporarily.

"Is Mrs. Hudson upset?" John said as he changed his shoes.

Sherlock paused, "Why didn't I notice?"

"Oh, really? Am I thinking too much?"

The two men returned to the room with their shoes, and changed out of their muddy clothes and pants by the way.The two rested for a while in the living room, smoking a cigarette by the way.

"Holmes, the quilt in my room seems to have been changed, what about yours?" John said, taking the pipe from Sherlock.

"Ah...really? It seems to be the case. Mrs. Hudson said to dry the quilt for us in the morning. I think she changed it by the way. It probably smells of soot." Sherlock has never cared much about trivial matters, but he is in a good mood Sometimes he would also like to chat with John.

"She is so kind. It has been raining for the past few days, and I feel that the quilt is a little too damp... This is not good for your wound healing. Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson didn't take it out to dry, and I I don't want to sleep smelling, uh, the smell of outside." John pointed at Sherlock's arm with a pipe.

Sherlock took a few puffs of his cigarette and ignored John, so he wouldn't tell John that he had actually suggested that in the morning.

John didn't mind Sherlock's silence, he was used to his friend's character.John's stomach suddenly groaned twice, "Oh~" John covered his stomach with one hand and wrinkled his face and said, "I'm really hungry. I don't know what delicious food Mrs. Hudson and the others cooked today. The sweet taste is really tormenting me now."

It feels like this stuff is contagious.John's stomach growled like this, and Sherlock felt that his stomach was about to growl. He glared at John, "If you want to know, you can go to the kitchen."

"That's right, Holmes, let's go down." John seemed to be waiting for Sherlock's words.

Speechless... Sherlock was about to say something when Fantine came upstairs to tell them that dinner was ready.

"Great." John tapped the pipe impatiently and put it on the fireplace. "Let's go, Holmes."

"To tell you the truth, Watson, I didn't even know you were so hungry. Our landlady didn't treat you badly." Sherlock said after John.

"Oh, Holmes, how can you say that, I admire Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship very much." Don't hurt me.

"You can tell." Sherlock teased.

"Almost forgot." John raised a finger, and he turned back to the room to take out a bottle of wine, "French, try it out."

Sherlock nodded with interest.

Jenny was just placing the last of the entrees on the table when the men sat down.John held up the wine bottle and said, "Try this, Mrs. Hudson. One of my patients gave it."

"Oh, do you need to wake up?" Jenny handed over the bottle opener.

"Just try it." John opened the cork, "it seems very good." He handed the cork to Sherlock.Sherlock sniffed vigorously. "Maurice? It seems that your French patient has his own vineyard at home."

Jenny took three goblets from the cupboard and put them on the table, and Sherlock poured a little into each.The two men began to turn the glass very professionally. Jenny didn't know much about this, she just shook the glass slightly and put it down.

Fantine served them all freshly prepared pumpkin soup.

The pumpkin was first stir-fried with butter and onions, and then boiled in water. Unfortunately, there was no blender, and there was no way to mash the pumpkin. Jenny could only grind the pumpkin with a spoon as much as possible, and then filter out the dregs.In order to make the soup thicker and smoother, Jenny also added some light cream.The resulting pumpkin soup is sweet and appetizing... But John doesn't seem to need an appetizer.

"Wow, I feel even hungrier." John put down his spoon and looked left and right. Today's dishes are very rich, and he is very happy.

The price of beef has risen recently, so Jenny doesn't buy much.The hammered beef is made into black pepper steak, and you can only eat a small and half full.But it's okay, there are other dishes~

Wash the salmon, sprinkle with salt, black pepper and rosemary, put onions on the bottom, pour some olive oil on top, bake in the oven for 10 minutes, freshly baked fish, topped with lemon juice... just use the smell Feel drooling.

In addition to the two meat dishes, the landlady, who worked so hard for the health of the tenants, naturally prepared vegetarian dishes.

The freshly grown bean pods and green peppers are fried tenderly, and they will make a "suo suo" sound when eaten, which is very sweet.

The first batch of pickled sour fruits made in the afternoon, pears, apples, apricots and carrots have been soaked for three hours, just tasted but not completely soaked, the taste of salt removed the bitterness and stimulated the sweetness, and the sourness of vinegar The crisp taste of fruits and vegetables, the sweet and sour taste makes people unable to stop eating.

John, who has been suffering from the dark cuisine of the rotten country and the army all his life, eats almost everything, so he didn't even notice that his friend who was sitting cutting a steak was full of entanglements.

...How can there be so many carrots and green peppers..._(:3」∠)_

A sumptuous dinner may seem like a lot, but the thrifty landlady has accurately calculated everyone's food intake.After John wiped the soup on the plate with bread, stuffed the bread into his mouth and swallowed it, he patted his stomach contentedly and said, "What a great dinner, Mrs. Hudson, you're not here at 221b A few days feel like years... But there seems to be something missing?"

Jenny wiped her mouth with a napkin: "Doctor Watson, can you still eat?"

"Oh, of course." John came to the spirit all of a sudden.

Sherlock also wiped the corners of his mouth, threw the napkin on the table, and asked, "Is there any coffee?"

"It's not good to have so much coffee in the evening, Mr. Holmes, especially if you've also had so much wine to do to your wounds..."

"My injury has long since healed."

So what medicine are you going to change today?Jenny glanced at Sherlock disapprovingly, stood in and went to the kitchen and brought out three mango halberds.

"What is this?" John poked the palm-sized roll in front of him curiously with a fork... Uh, is it a roll?It feels a little hard.

"This is...my new idea. I call it Mango Panji." Jenny plagiarized the idea of ​​Mango Panji very shamelessly.

"Mango pancake? It's made of hot pancakes and mangoes." Sherlock cut open the mango pancake, which contained cream and a piece of pulp.

"I didn't expect mangoes to be sold. I thought they were only available in India." John couldn't wait to cut a piece and stuff it into his mouth. He had eaten mangoes when he was a soldier in Afghanistan, but these tropical fruits are still very difficult in the UK. See you.

"Wow." John's eyes widened.

"Huh?" Sherlock blinked in surprise.

The dough is very thin, it is more elastic than hard, and it feels qq in the mouth, full of milky and eggy aroma.The whipped cream in the middle is not greasy, with a hint of lemon flavor. The combination of qq's dough and whipped cream has a strange taste, plus the sweet and fragrant mango flesh...bite down, soft and hard Q bomb, salty, sweet and soft, All flavors come together.

Very tasty and never had it before!

The halberd is not big, and John finished eating it in a few bites. He raised his head, but saw Sherlock cutting the dim sum into several pieces, tasting slowly... Where is the good friend that was promised?Why are you eating so slowly?It's so annoying! _(:3」∠)_

John turned his face away from Sherlock, "London also has tropical fruits... It's really rare and expensive, Mrs. Hudson?"

"A little bit, I also saw it by accident. A sailor was selling a box. I only bought two, and it cost ten shillings..." My heart hurts~

"Uh..." Unexpectedly, John, who ate ten shillings in a few mouthfuls, couldn't say "one more".

This is also too expensive! (Gritting teeth) Hey, hey... I should have known that I would eat slowly like Sherlock Holmes~

"You're always so impatient, Watson." Sherlock put down the fork to wipe the corner of his mouth, and made a reserved cut.

Seeing that the "murderous case caused by a class halberd" was about to happen, Jenny quickly stood up and walked to the fireplace, "Ah, yes, I suddenly remembered." She found the business card, turned around and handed it to Sherlock, "Morning Two men have come to you, Mr Holmes, and they left this after you were gone."

"Mrs. Hudson! You're only remembering something so important now." Shouted Sherlock, who jumped up to take the card, and walked under a candlestick to study it.

Jenny shrugged and started clearing the table, knowing that she would tell him after dinner.

Sherlock turned the business card over and over carefully several times, flicked the corner of the business card, put it under his nose and smelled it for a while, and finally put the corner of his mouth quickly and licked it.

"How about it, Holmes, have you found anything?" Seeing that Sherlock was so serious, John felt that this must be a big case.

"Indeed...but I still need to find some information first..." Sherlock murmured, but his thoughts had already gone somewhere.Suddenly his expression cleared up, his eyes were fixed on the business card, and he quickly ran up to the second floor.

John: ...

When Jenny came out, she saw that John was alone. She raised her eyebrows and joked, "It seems that Mr. Holmes left you alone again, Dr. Watson."

"Yeah." John sighed.

At this time, only "dong dong dong" was heard, and Sherlock ran down again. He stood at the top of the stairs and shouted: "Watson, where did you put the "Times" these days? Don't tell me you only bought it." "London Daily". Why are you still dawdling there, are you still reminiscing about the sweets just now?" After speaking, he ran back upstairs again.

John and Jenny looked at each other. Under Jenny's knowing gaze, John sighed, "I'm here."

John walked into the living room, but saw Sherlock standing upright in front of the fireplace, leisurely lighting a match and throwing the burnt match into the fireplace.

"Holmes, you can't treat me like this in front of a lady, what will Mrs. Hudson think?" John said dissatisfied.

Sherlock took a puff of cigarette leisurely and exhaled it again, as if he wasn't the one who yelled at John just now. "Don't worry, Watson, she's used to it. Besides, you already have a girlfriend, so why care about what other women think." Sherlock said with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a pipe, behind the smoky , John felt that his eyes seemed a little sharp.

John opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, and resigned himself to finding the newspaper.