[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 8

After the sheriff left, Jenny immediately ran upstairs to find Sherlock.

"What's going on? Why did the police come to you?" Jenny asked Sherlock, frowning.

Sherlock, who was full of food and drink, no longer disturbed the people, but paced back and forth like a Persian cat, "Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, Scotland Yard will occasionally hand over some cases they can't solve to me, and he will often Come on, you'll get used to it."

"They gave you the case?" Jenny was a little curious now, "So what is your job?"

"The only consulting detective in the world." Sherlock looked a little smug.

"Oh? Can you talk about it in detail?" Jenny sat down and listened.

"Of course," said Sherlock. "In the city of London, there are many official detectives and private detectives. These people come to me when they are in trouble. They provide me with all the evidence. Generally speaking, I can rely on it." I use my knowledge of criminal history to correct their mistakes. Others are introduced, and I listen carefully to their facts, and they listen to my opinion and charge a fee."

Jenny: "So, the hospital job is actually a part-time job? Your job is to let others run errands, and then take what they see, and you are responsible for using your brain to find out the truth?"

Sherlock felt that Jenny's summary was very incisive, but he still wanted to add something: "Sometimes when the case is complicated, I also need to go by myself and use my knowledge to solve the problem."

That's why he dressed so strangely three years ago...why am I not surprised at all by Mr. Holmes's narcissism?Jenny thought.

"Well, that sounds like a fantasy," Jenny said. "Can you...uh, do a live demo? How about me?"

"You?" Sherlock frowned and said, "Using you as an object can't explain anything at all. What happened three years ago has given me enough understanding of you. But I have to praise you. As a woman, you did it." Things that many men can’t do. I think you used that money to make several successful investments, such as stocks or futures, but your stable income should still be tailoring? It’s very hard to make money with female celebrities. But I think you should have top talent in something. Oh, no, I don't think I need to explain more, if there is something new... I would like to ask what you are going to do with the seasoning you bought today What kind of dishes? Uh... If possible, I would like you to give me the cotton cloth I bought today, and I will pay you to make me some shirts. I also want to compliment your cooking, Hudson Ma'am, I want to know what delicious dishes can be made from dried vegetables, please let me..."

"Oh my God!" Jenny jumped up and shouted when she heard this, "I dried the vegetables!" She turned around and ran out hurriedly, then turned around and asked Sherlock, "Mr. Holmes, can you help me?"

The corner of Sherlock's mouth was twitched when the show was interrupted, "...Okay, Mrs. Hudson."

Jenny was glad that she was drying the vegetables outside the window of the living room. While setting up the stool, she directed Sherlock to bring in the whole board from the window together with the dried vegetables on it, and set it on the stool.

It is really convenient to have a man around.

Jenny checked the vegetables. They weren't completely sun-dried, but they weren't too wet from the mist.I hope there will still be good weather tomorrow, otherwise some dried vegetables will be moldy.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes, you have been of great help." After Jenny finished speaking, Sherlock felt as if she suddenly became a little unhappy.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Hudson. By the way, Mrs. Hudson, I've already found someone who is willing to share the house. His name is John Watson, a doctor. He will come to see the house tomorrow morning." Sherlock said coldly After that, he went back to his room.

Jenny couldn't figure it out at all, how could she offend Mr. Holmes?

Jenny got up early the next day.The corset was the nightmare of every young woman without a maid, but Jenny had modified it by changing the cords where she could reach them.Fortunately, she is in good shape and doesn't need to be too tight.

When she was wearing a petticoat, Jenny remembered what Sherlock said last night that she hoped she would give him the cloth to make a shirt, and...she wanted to do it! ! !

Jenny decided to forget about it.

It was just dawn, and Jenny had already put on her coat and hat, and was ready to go out with a basket on her shoulders.She still remembered what Sherlock said yesterday that someone was coming to see the house this morning, so the bread and meat for today had to be bought in the morning.

Although Jenny occasionally bakes bread by herself, but baking bread is actually very troublesome, so she usually buys it from the store.

There is a bakery at the end of the street. His family makes a kind of oatmeal coarse bread every day. It is very hard and strong, but Jenny likes to buy it and cut it into lasagna, then roll it into small rolls and put it on the iron rack. Baked like a shortbread over low heat and topped with jam or cream.In this way, the bread does not taste rough at all, and it is more chewy than soft bread when baked. It can be used as breakfast bread, snacks or snacks.

Jenny likes this way of eating very much recently, even the refreshments for these three days.

It rained a little in the early morning, and the road surface was very muddy. Jenny could only walk carefully along the relatively dry part of the flagstone sidewalk, and be careful not to be splashed with mud on her skirt by a passing carriage.

Jenny went to the butcher shop to order the meat first, and asked them to deliver it to 221b Baker Street later.When she walked out of the butcher shop, she happened to meet a carriage selling milk. Jenny immediately ordered a liter of fresh milk and also asked for it to be delivered to her door.Then she bought bacon, tomatoes, apples, lemons, mint, cheese and eggs at the market, ordered another crate of oranges, and finally went to the bakery to buy several kinds of bread to take home.

After returning home, the temporary female worker came to clean up, raised the stove and took away the laundry.Jenny put the coffee rice into the pot and started to cook. While making the coffee, she cut the bacon and stacked them on the plate. After washing her hands, she began to prepare the bread. After that, she washed the vegetables and started to peel the potatoes.

At this time, the things Jenny ordered were delivered one after another. She took a pot of milk and boiled it, and started to make tea again.After preparing the beef and other materials, Jenny filled the soup pot with water and put it on the stove.

"Are you going to start work tomorrow?" Sherlock suddenly appeared at the door, startling Jenny who was concentrating on her work.

"Mr. Holmes, you startled me a lot," said Jenny, patting her chest.

Sherlock didn't care about the effect he had caused. Wearing an old flannel pajamas and slippers, he walked to the table and sat down. "I'm afraid there will be no dinner for the next few days? Please bring me a cup of coffee."

"The cups and pots are here, can't you get them yourself?" Jenny wiped her hands on her apron, carried the coffee pot and cups to the table, and brought the milk and sugar.

"Is there breakfast?" Sherlock asked aggressively.

"Wait for me for 2 minutes." Jenny packed all the seasonings in a small cloth bag, put them in the pot, and started frying the bacon.

Coffee, bacon, bread, jam, and half a tomato, traditional English breakfast.

Sherlock wiped his mouth and said: "It's really nothing new, it seems that we can only look forward to dinner." After finishing speaking, he threw down the tableware and went upstairs.Jenny was almost mad at him.

The weather is still good today, the sun has dispelled all the morning fog, and it seems that we can continue to dry the vegetables.

Jenny originally planned to do it herself, but because of what Sherlock said during breakfast, she dug Sherlock out of the room without hesitation, and helped move the board out of the window like yesterday.

"You will also eat these vegetables in winter, why do I have to do these by myself?" Jenny explained.

"...Actually, you just want to take revenge on what I said this morning." Sherlock hit the nail on the head.

"Hehe~"

Sherlock has nothing to do with the landlord's thick skin. He doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with him at all. Women are narrow-minded creatures. (Jenny: Holmes, come here, I promise not to kill you!)

According to the appointed time, John came to 221b Baker Street, he pressed the doorbell, and the door opened soon.

Standing at the door was a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, gentle and amiable, and plainly dressed.

"Hello, are you Dr. John Watson? Please come in. I am Mrs. Hudson, the landlord here. Mr. Holmes said that you will come to see the house today." Jenny took Dr. Watson upstairs graciously , By the way, I told him my rental requirements and rent.

"I don't mind breakfast at all, Mrs. Hudson," replied Watson good-naturedly.

"Please take a look first, Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, I'll serve some tea." Jenny smiled and said to John, and then whispered to Sherlock when he turned to look at the house: "It's a good roommate, Mr. Holmes , you have to catch him, a good temper can bear you, and he doesn't look like an unprincipled person."

Sherlock frowned dissatisfiedly and was about to say something. John turned his head, and Jenny immediately showed a standard guest smile and nodded, and went downstairs.

When Jenny came up with tea, sugar, milk, and tea, the two gentlemen upstairs seemed to have made up their minds, and both seemed very satisfied.

"Tea, please, Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes, do you want a cup too?" Jenny asked holding the teapot.

"Yes, two candies, thank you." Sherlock replied.

"And you?" Jenny asked John.

"A piece of sugar and milk, thank you." John nodded his thanks.

"Okay." Jenny handed the cup to John.

"Since I will be renting your house, Mrs. Hudson, please allow me, can we not use honorifics? Just like you and Mr. Holmes." John asked with a teacup.

"Of course." Jenny replied with a smile, "So when will you move in?"

"How is it this afternoon? I don't have much." John took a sip of the tea and found it very delicious. He expressed his appreciation in a timely manner.

"Oh, that's great, so it's just in time for dinner. I cooked beef soup today." Jenny clapped her hands lightly and said.

"Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship will never let you down." Sherlock, who had been sitting on the sofa, interjected.

Jenny: "Thank you~" How dare you praise others?

Sherlock: "No, I'm telling the truth." Isn't it strange?

Jenny: Surprising indeed.

Sherlock: ...

John felt that he should really try it, because the smell of beef soup had already drifted to the second floor.He felt that Mrs. Hudson's condition was perfectly fine.

"Breakfast? Oh, I usually get up late, so there's no need to prepare breakfast for me."

"Other... um, what about Mr. Holmes? Oh, then I'm like him, but I can't afford to pay so much for board at once... Great, I can pay three pounds each time."

"Pay three months' rent first? No problem at all."

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During dinner, John felt that his decision was really correct. He thought: God, if I get used to Mrs. Hudson's cooking here... what will I do if my future wife is not good at cooking?