[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 78

Because there were two people added, the meat and vegetables brought by Mrs. Porter were significantly less. Jenny asked Fantine to bring in some dried vegetables, sausages and bacon that had not been dried for a long time, which made Mrs. Porter very happy. Excuse me.

First make gluten into oil gluten and boiled gluten.It happened that Mrs. Porter brought shrimp this time, and Jenny made a gluten-wrapped meat with shrimp, meat, eggs and gluten.Chop the meat and shrimp, add cooking wine, salt and egg liquid, stir well with the minced meat, then stuff it into the gluten oil, fry it for a while, collect the juice, and it's done.

Jenny shared part of the plain water, and made Liangpi with Fantine, and taught Mrs. Potter what to pay attention to while talking.The cold skin is cut into noodles and cooked with gluten, plus green peppers, carrots and celery to make a stir-fried cold skin.

Another spoonful of some thick clear noodles, Mrs. Porter's maid Mary divided it with the noodles and rolled them into skins. The bread was filled with chopped dried vegetables and sausages, celery and beef, shiitake mushrooms and bacon, and rolled into a dough. One by one big glutinous rice balls, steamed in the pot for more than ten minutes will be fine.Finally, Mrs. Potter brushed the cooked oil one by one with a small brush.

Finally there is roast goose, and potato ragout.It should be enough for 221a and 221b to feed ten people.

"How should I put it?" Mrs. Porter imitated her husband and rubbed her chin to evaluate, "It's very meat-saving."

"Precise." Jenny shrugged. "Actually, to put it bluntly, it is to fill the stomachs of men with meaty pasta and vegetables, isn't it?"

The two ladies looked at each other and couldn't help laughing for this reason.

After laughing, Jenny said to Mrs. Potter: "The cold noodle made just now can actually be made thicker, and then directly wrapped with stuffing and steamed for a few minutes, it is also very delicious."

Mrs. Potter's eyes lit up: "Oh, you inspired me, Mrs. Hudson."

Mrs. Potter led her maid back with her share of dinner, and Jenny also asked the gentlemen to come downstairs for dinner.

"It's a new dish." John said that he likes new dishes, especially the big glutinous rice balls, which have a crispy outer skin and rich and varied fillings. If there is one bad thing, it is too soft and slippery.In western food, spoons are only used to drink soup, and it is difficult for John to eat glutinous rice balls with a knife and fork.Jenny didn't have such worries anymore, she just scooped up the glutinous rice balls with a spoon and ate them. Sherlock, who had already learned to be smart, immediately followed suit. John looked at this, then at that, and finally dropped the fork and picked up the spoon .

After dinner, Sherlock didn't go upstairs with John immediately, but sat in front of the fireplace on the first floor and waited for Jenny and Fantine to clean up the kitchen before making a sound.

"Mrs. Hudson."

"Oh dear, Mr. Holmes, why are you still here? You startled me."

"I'm sorry if it scared you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Holmes. Why, what do you need from me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson. I have something to talk to you about. When will you be free tomorrow morning?"

"Let's think about it. Tomorrow morning, we need to do some shopping and then make breakfast. Dr. Watson leaves at eight o'clock, um... about 09:30 to [-] o'clock."

"Okay, Mrs. Hudson, I'll be waiting for you on the second floor."

Sherlock, who received a satisfactory answer, was in a good mood. He played several beautiful violin pieces in one night. Not only other people in 221b, but also Mr. Black, Mr. Lupine and the Potters in 221a next door couldn't help but stop. I listened quietly at the window for a long time.

The next day, Jenny went to the second floor and knocked on the door according to the agreed time.

"Come in," Sherlock called through the door.

Jenny walked in the door and saw Sherlock standing in front of the fireplace with a serious face, he was not wearing his old nightgown, but a half-new coat, his hair was as neat as ever, as if he was about to go out like.In this era, one can tell at a glance whether one has received a gentleman's education or not.

"Please sit down." Sherlock put one hand in his pocket and pointed to the chair in front of him with the other.Jenny sat down calmly, but she was a little puzzled by Sherlock's attitude.

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Jenny cleared her throat, and asked, "Mr. Holmes, what's the purpose of calling me here at this time?" Could it be just to stare like that?

Sherlock didn't answer immediately, but took a small step expressionlessly, and stood in front of Jenny, but felt that he was too close to Jenny, so he adjusted to the side again.

Jenny inexplicably had a feeling that Sherlock was nervous... an illusion, right?

"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock hesitated for a long time, and finally fell into the sofa as usual, clasped his hands on his chin, "How long have we known each other?"

"Uh... three or four years..." Jenny didn't know why Sherlock would ask this question, it was so sudden.

"When I first met you, I knew that you were a different woman. Not only that, you were much smarter than most men, and the subsequent facts proved that my reasoning was correct. I can get it from Rescuing myself from that kind of predicament, and even achieving extraordinary success, is difficult even for men." Sherlock suddenly spoke up and praised Jenny.

If a person is praised for being smart by another smart person, of course it is something to be proud of, but it is Sherlock who praised it, which makes Jenny feel weird.

Jenny: ...Did this guy take some wrong medicine?

Because she didn't know what Sherlock's purpose was, Jenny said tentatively, "You're overrated."

"I'm just stating the truth, Mrs. Hudson. I don't agree with some people who rank modesty as a virtue. Everything is as it should be. It's against the truth to underestimate yourself and exaggerate your abilities." Sherlock said seriously.

Jenny really didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I suppose you've met Mycroft?" asked Sherlock.

"Oh yes. You never said you have a brother, Mr. Holmes." Speaking of this, Jenny finally felt a little chatty.

"What do you think of Mycroft?" Sherlock snapped again.

Jenny: "..." What the hell?Is this to introduce your brother to me?The rhythm is wrong!

Jenny stared at Sherlock for a few seconds, feeling that he seemed to be serious, so she had to think about it and said, "How should I put it, there is a feeling of 'It really is Sherlock Holmes'." Jenny smiled, "Deductive method Is it the unique skill of the Holmes family?"

"Of course not, but it's not out of the question. My ancestors were country gentlemen, and they lived the usual life of that class, it seems. However, my tendency is inherent in my blood. It may have been in my grandmother's blood." , for she is the sister of Gilnet, the French artist. This artistic element in the blood is apt to have the most curious hereditary form. And Mycroft has mastered the art of deduction to a greater degree than I have mastered it. So I suppose it has something to do with heredity It's still relevant."

"It's really rare." Jenny said in surprise, "You would admit that someone is better at reasoning than you."

"As I said just now, underestimating yourself and exaggerating your talents are against the facts." Sherlock said unhappily, "I don't need to exaggerate."

"Of course I don't mean that." Jenny asked curiously, "But if it's really what you said, why doesn't it seem like I've heard of your brother's name?"

"Oh, he is quite famous in his own circle." Sherlock moved his fingers, "For example, in the Diogenes Club, I think you still remember that place."

Thinking of the silent hall, Jenny couldn't help but twitch, "It's really a very... special club."

"Perhaps you mean, 'queer'? I think the Diogenes Club is the queerest club in London, and Mycroft is the queerest man," said Sherlock.

Jenny: Do you have the right to call someone weird?

"Although Mycroft is better than me in observation and deduction, he has no desire to be a detective." Sherlock continued.

"Oh yes, I heard him say that he didn't like to run around just to prove that his words were correct." After chatting with Mycroft, Jenny felt that she knew him a little bit , "It seems that he would rather be considered a fallacy than take the trouble to prove himself." Simply put, he is a lazy house master.

Sherlock gave Jenny an appreciative look.

Jenny: "But he said that he appreciates my craftsmanship very much and hopes to have a chance to try it. I think he should also like food." Jenny said very implicitly, after being poisoned by dark cooking for so many years, he can still grow So tall and strong, Mycroft was definitely not just lazy, or fond of eating.

"I knew he couldn't help it." Sherlock muttered.

"What did you say, Mr. Holmes?" Jenny didn't hear Sherlock's words.

"No, nothing." Sherlock said decisively.

"I've heard your brother say that he works for the government, but Mr. Holmes, you don't seem to like talking about your brother. I don't think Mr. Watson knows that you have a brother."

What does this have to do with me?Sherlock thought dejectedly. "Why do I say where Mycroft works? Watson didn't mention his brother either." He felt that he didn't quite understand what Jenny was thinking.

Isn't this chatting?Jenny was speechless.

"Uh... well, I just think Mr. (big) Holmes has nothing to criticize except that he doesn't like to move." Jenny said tactfully.

Sherlock was even more upset to hear Jenny say that.

The two were silent for a while in embarrassment (Jenny thought so), and Sherlock suddenly asked again: "What do you think of the suburbs, Mrs. Hudson?"

"What?" Jenny just felt physically and mentally exhausted now.

"I mean, what do you think of the countryside around London?"

"How about what?"

"I remember you once said that you want to have a small farm in the countryside, where you can grow some plants you want... I mean vegetables or something. I hope your wish has not changed."

"...Of course, but..."

Sherlock stood up, went to the cabinet by the window and fetched a map.He bent down and spread out the map on the coffee table between the two, then pointed to a place and said, "I have one now, here it is."

= Mouth =

Jenny was really surprised, and didn't realize why Sherlock told her this for a moment.

You know, the British like to go to the countryside for vacation, especially the countryside near London. The land and the house cannot be bought with money.And Sherlock can be near London... Fuck, look carefully, the location looks familiar, isn't the Duke of Windsor's territory diagonally above it?

Just as Jenny was studying the map carefully with an expression of "what kind of shit luck did you have/what did you run away to be able to buy a house there", Sherlock coughed several times before calling back her attention.

Jenny: "?"

Sherlock clenched his fist and put it next to his mouth to pretend to cough, and asked solemnly: "Jenny Hudson, will you marry me?"

Jenny: "!"