[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 73

"Are you here? Mr. Holmes, I'm just about to bring you dinner up. It's very kind of you to come downstairs." Jenny was putting the small dishes in the tray on the table.

"Is there any hot water? Drink it." Sherlock came over and asked.

"Oh, yes, Fantine, pour a glass of hot water for Holmes." Jenny turned her head and called.

"Okay." Fantine poured a glass of water from the kitchen and brought it to Sherlock.

"What's for dinner tonight?" John asked, sitting opposite Sherlock. There were more than twenty small plates on the table in front of them...John and his little friends were stunned.

"Eat noodles." Jenny and Fantine carefully brought out two large bowls, which were [-]% full of soup, and placed them in front of Sherlock and John. Jenny turned around and brought out the third bowl, while Fang Ting brought out three bowls of noodles.

"Wait, don't drink it. It's very hot. This is chicken soup." Seeing that John was about to drink the soup with a spoon, Jenny hurriedly stopped her.

"The oil on the soup prevents the heat from dissipating. The noodles and these dishes are all thrown into the soup and boiled to eat, right?" Sherlock immediately deduced how to eat.

"Yes, the noodles are cooked, you just need to heat them to eat." Jenny pointed out, "Put the meat first, then the vegetables, and finally the noodles and seasonings."

In front of Sherlock and John are slices of chicken, duck, beef, sausage, ham, shrimp and salmon, as well as soybean sprouts sent by Jenny herself, washed and chopped cabbage, cabbage, radish, lettuce, tomato and mushrooms, seasoned with salt, pepper, tomato sauce, and Jenny's homemade chili oil.

The chicken soup has already been seasoned, and some rosemary and sesame seeds are sprinkled on the surface.

Knowing how to eat, Sherlock and John did not hesitate to pick up various small dishes containing meat and pour them into the big bowl in front of them. Sure enough, within a few seconds, the meat turned dark and floated onto the soup surface.John stirred it with a fork and said, "Wow, it smells so good."

"Don't be in a hurry, my dear Watson, this thing is estimated to be a hundred degrees Celsius." Sherlock took a plate of bean sprouts and poured them down, and poked the floating vegetables to the bottom of the bowl with a fork .

"Oh, oh." John kept pouring the food into his bowl while drooling.Seeing this, Jenny hurriedly said, "Watson, that's enough, otherwise your bowl won't be able to hold it down."

John: "...hehe."

Sherlock: "Ha ha."

Jenny: ... ==

As Sherlock picked up the dough, he suddenly realized he had overlooked a question.In Western meals, soup is soup, and the soup is the protagonist, and whatever is put in it is a supporting role, so they can all be scooped up with a spoon.But obviously in the bowl in front of him, the soup is a supporting role, and the contents inside are inconvenient to eat with a spoon or a fork. The most suitable tableware should be the oriental tableware like the two small sticks in Jenny's hand.

"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock put down the bowl and said, "What's the name of the tableware you use... don't care what it's called, can I have a pair too?"

"Are you sure?" Jenny asked in surprise.It's not that she is stingy with a pair of chopsticks, she bought a dozen last time - but non-Asian people use chopsticks to eat soup noodles without practice... You know, even if she bought chopsticks and practiced for a while Get used to it.

"Of course I'm sure that the tableware in your hand is the most convenient tool for eating noodles." Sherlock didn't like Jenny's question very much.

Without further ado, Jenny went to get two pairs of chopsticks, "These are called chopsticks, Dr. Watson, do you want to try it too? I must explain first, it is very difficult, but it is indeed more convenient than a fork."

"Chopsticks?" John learned the pronunciation in a strange voice, "Oh, then I'll try it too." He took a pair of chopsticks with great interest and held them in his hands like Jenny, but he couldn't To make the two sticks parallel in one hand, he had to let the other hand do a favor from time to time.

Sherlock didn't pick up the chopsticks right away, but carefully observed Jenny's movements for a while, and then slowly adjusted the chopsticks to a parallel state with his right hand.Sherlock succeeded in one shot, which is kind of like that. He imitated Jenny's example and made two empty clips first, which was very good.

"You already know how to use it?" John said in surprise seeing Sherlock's movements, "Oh, this thing is really difficult, Mrs. Hudson, how do you know how to use this?"

"I learned it from an old Chinese man who runs a grocery store. You know, I often buy some food and seasonings from him, and his wife also taught me some recipes." Jenny smiled and said, "They don't like We use so many kinds of tableware, a pair of chopsticks can replace all the forks and table knives, I think it is very convenient, and the chopsticks made of wood are at least cheaper than silver table knives."

"Hehe." Sherlock concentrated on trying to pick up a noodle, but for some reason, as soon as he got close, his hands would tremble involuntarily.

Seeing that the big boys had forgotten to sleep and eat, Jenny was also heartbroken. If she had known, she would not have provided such a fun game for the boys to play during meals.

"Okay, gentlemen, boys, boys, can you play after eating? Maybe you should start with the simpler ones... How about it? If you don't eat the soup, it will be cold and the noodles will be mushy!"

The last sentence reminded the men, they changed their forks and started eating noodles again.

John likes a strong flavor, so he poured a large spoonful of chili oil into the soup, Sherlock always likes a light taste, he skimmed the chili, and only spooned some red oil into the bowl.

Although it was inconvenient to eat the noodle soup with a fork, the two men finished the meal slowly and even drank most of the soup.

After finishing the hot noodle soup, both Sherlock and John were sweating.Sherlock felt much better in spirit and relaxed in body, as if he had recovered from his illness all at once.

"Although it's troublesome, it's delicious. Why does this noodle feel different from pasta?" John rubbed his stomach, humming, gaining weight again...

"I think Mrs. Hudson has said that she learned it from the Chinese." Sherlock stood up and took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

"Really?" John wondered if Mrs. Hudson had said that.

Then when Jenny came out to clean up the table, she found that the two pairs of chopsticks were missing, and she thoughtfully sent two bowls of lentils up.The next day, John came out with red eyes and found that Sherlock was refreshed and seemed to be cured of his illness.

"You are in good spirits, Holmes." John yawned, thinking he needed a cup of coffee.

"Of course Watson, I think I've regained my health, but you, why didn't you sleep well?" Sherlock sat in front of the fireplace and ate his breakfast.Although autumn is not quite over yet, the mornings are still quite cold. "It seems that you need a cup of coffee. Mrs. Hudson has prepared it very considerately." Sherlock raised his chin and signaled John to pour the coffee himself.

"Oh, thank you. She's really thoughtful." John drank half a cup of black coffee first, which was really bitter, and he mixed it with sugar and milk.

"What's for this morning?" John sat down and lifted the lid off the plate.There are orange marmalade, peanut butter and toast slices on the table, a small bowl of boiled salt beans, a bowl of warm meat (rice) porridge and a plate of sliced ​​bacon on the plate, with some pieces of mushrooms.But this is not the point. The point is that there are two tableware next to the breakfast: a knife, fork, spoon and a pair of chopsticks.

John looked in front of Sherlock, they were treated exactly the same.

"She's thoughtful, isn't she?" Sherlock said, forking a piece of mushroom into his mouth.

John: "..." Covering his face, being too considerate...I don't want to see the chopsticks for now!

John: "Well, Holmes, now that you are well, can we consider going on vacation?"

Sherlock paused for a moment and looked over with a frown: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm back to health...why go on vacation?"

John said while spreading peanut butter on toast: "Oh, come on, Holmes, you were bedridden with a high fever the day after you said this last time...and I, the doctor, should decide whether you are healthy or not." Forget it. And my conclusion is: you need a vacation, complete rest and relaxation." He took a big bite of his toast and nodded to emphasize that his conclusion will not change.

Sherlock didn't struggle, he nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, since this is planned." Sherlock's answer was so straightforward that John was taken aback, but his eyes widened immediately, " Very well, Holmes, I will telegraph my old friend Colonel Haight today to tell him that we are going to spend a few days with him."

While talking, Sherlock suddenly stopped the movement of his hands for a few seconds, pretending to listen. "Strange, sending the letter at this time? Ha~ Maybe there is another case." Sherlock's eyes lit up.

John: "Holmes!"

Presently Fantine came up with an envelope in her hand, a very large envelope. "Mr. Holmes, your letter," she said.

"Ah, I knew that." Holmes took the letter from Fantine with a most swift movement.He checked the envelope habitually, and then had a very puzzled expression on his face.

"What's the matter, Holmes, who is it?" John wiped his mouth and came over and asked.

"Remember Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy? He asked us to help him find an elopement couple." Sherlock said meanly, "It feels like two cards, one of which is yours, Watson. "

"Oh, of course I remember him." John said enthusiastically, "You forgot that the two of us still have an investment in his plantation, or you advocated the investment..."