[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 81

"Hello, dear Mrs. Hudson, your real face is much cuter than I imagined." Mycroft warmly stepped forward and hugged Jenny as soon as they met.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes." Jenny and Mycroft pressed their faces together.

"Why do you still call me Holmes? There are two Holmes here." Mycroft pretended to be angry, "You can call me by my first name, Mycroft, or call me Mycroft like Charlie. Or Mike, whatever you want." Mycroft obviously knew about Sherlock's successful proposal, and he expressed his welcome to Jenny.

"Well... yes, Mycroft." Jenny followed suit.

"Hello, Mike."

"Hello, Charlie."

The two brothers shook hands, which was already a rare affection for them.

"Here you are." Sherlock handed the basket to Mycroft.

"Oh my God, it's heavy, what's this?" Mycroft almost missed it.

"It's... a gift, sorry, I accidentally pretended to be too much." Jenny was taken aback by Sherlock's action.

"Really?" Mycroft immediately remembered what Jenny had said before, and he immediately wanted to open the basket to have a look, but Sherlock stopped him in time. "I think we should go in first, instead of standing at the door of the restaurant like idiots?"

"You're right, Xiali, you're right." Mycroft smiled and led the two of them to the place he had reserved in advance.

Mycroft seems to be a regular here, and has a regular place.This location is not very good, in a corner, the light is not very satisfactory, but quiet and hidden, Jenny has nothing to dissatisfy.

Mycroft sat in his usual seat and put the basket he had been carrying on the chair beside him.Sherlock stepped forward to pull the chair away for Jenny. The moment Jenny sat down, she saw a few tables in front of her left and a familiar person. She was slightly taken aback, thinking it was such a coincidence.

Immediately a waiter stepped forward, and he handed the menu to Mycroft, "Good evening, Mr. Holmes, what would you like to order? There are new arrivals of caviar and French escargot today, do you want to try it?"

"It's great, let's have one." Mycroft didn't look at the menu, but handed it to Jenny directly. He asked Jenny, "How many fish dishes do they have here? Filet Steak."

"The chef must be French, right? Let me guess, his name is Philip, right?" Jenny laughed.

"Oh, my dear, you guessed right." Mycroft snapped his fingers.

A little banter helps set the mood.Sweets may be a common hobby of mental workers, and Mycroft is no exception... Well, Sherlock also likes it, but he just doesn't like too much sweetness.The favorite of foodies is the chef, and Jenny's craftsmanship happens to be good.

So it wasn't surprising that Mycroft and Jenny moved quickly and intimately to order from the menu.After asking the waiter several times, they finally settled on it.

"So, Mr. Holmes, what about you?" Jenny wanted to hand Sherlock the menu.

"Since we have two Holmes here, may I suggest that we go by their first names?" said Mycroft, picking up a wet towel from the table and wiping his hands.

"Good idea, Mike." Sherlock was not as grumpy as the other two. He glanced at the menu and quickly ordered, "Give me a filet steak and a chicken salad."

While Sherlock was ordering, Mycroft leaned over his head and whispered to Jenny: "Charlie has always been a very picky eater. Outside he almost only eats steak or mash potatoes, or pies and pies."

"Really?" Jenny said in surprise, "But I've never seen him picky eaters. Except for ginger, at most he doesn't like food with too strong a taste."

"Oh, that's right. I think it has something to do with who is cooking." Mycroft gave Jenny a meaningful look. "He has found a suitable marriage partner. I once thought he would always be single. Go on... Ah, this makes me look forward to your gift even more, if I secretly take out some to eat, you won't mind?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Hearing what Jenny said, Mycroft immediately opened the basket beside him. "It looks very rich." Mycroft took out the top cardboard box, opened it, and there were two egg tarts inside.Mycroft carefully picked up one of them, and used his hands to catch the puff pastry that fell down, and then bit off a third of it in one bite.

"En~~ It's great, there is an egg in the middle? It seems to have a milky taste? I like this." Mycroft carefully and quickly ate the egg tart in his hand, and then licked his fingers. "What's it called?" he asked.

"This is an egg tart." Jenny introduced, "There are a few bottles of jam and preserved fruit under this side, and then there is jelly. I am afraid that it will be damaged, so I put the jelly in a cup. After eating, ask someone to return the cup and basket. I'll do. The box above is some biscuits. I don't know what flavor you like, so I packed several. This box is apple pie, this one is a chocolate cake, and this box is some shortbread, and the top These small boxes are all egg tarts, because they are afraid of being crushed, only two are packed in each box. Well, that's all."

The happiness came so suddenly that Mycroft was speechless for a while.

"Tsk." Sherlock flicked his tongue, "You've done too much...Jenny, don't you think he needs weight control more than trying to please Mike with sweets? And your teeth , Mike, I don't want to find that your face is fatter because of your toothache the next time I see you."

"Charlie, you are jealous of me. I believe dear Jenny will not do so much for you." Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"Jealous of you?" Sherlock snorted. "Let me remind you, I will be able to taste every kind of food that fills the cupboard of 221b. Cakes, biscuits, candies, jams, preserved fruits, jellies, sandwiches ..." Sherlock listed all kinds of delicacies in a tone of "I won".

No matter how brilliant the brain, men are just as childish... Jenny has learned this truth in countless practices.

Leaving aside occasional complaints about each other, the Sherlock Holmes brothers actually get along very harmoniously: they have the same sharp observation and reasoning skills, they have the same quick thinking and analytical skills, they have the same smart mind and pay attention Events like this... it's really interesting to see two Sherlock Holmes back and forth, even if sometimes you can't understand what they're saying, but... it's really interesting, especially when one of them has the upper hand and the other When one pouted...

Just as Jenny began to taste the delicious French snails, Mycroft suddenly leaned down slightly and turned down the volume and said, "Are those four people on my right?" After Jenny said he saw it, he said, " I think you should know one of them, Viscount Bruce Willie. Because of our star Jack (Note: Jack is Jack the Ripper), the House decided to set up a secret service in the police department. Oh, it's no secret that next month You'll see it in the papers - Viscount Bruce Willie will be in charge of the department - and I think he'll be coming over to say hello to us soon."

As soon as Mycroft finished speaking, Jenny saw that Bruce Willie had already said something to his companion, and then stood up and walked towards this side.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes...Since there are two Mr. Holmes here." Bruce Willie bent over courteously, "Good evening, Mrs. Hudson."

"Good evening... oh, uh..." Jenny noticed in surprise that the two handsome mustaches hanging on Bruce Willy's upper lip were gone, and now his lips were smooth.

"Well..." Bruce Willie touched his upper lip in embarrassment, not used to it.

The two Holmes next to him showed "I already know what's going on" in their eyes.

Whether as a member of Scotland Yard or as the head of intelligence in the future, a good relationship with Holmes - either - is a good choice and necessary.But this time Bruce Willy chose to stand behind Jenny's chair... as if they were very close.

"It was just an accident...but it's a pleasant surprise to see you here, Mrs. Hudson." Bruce Willie put his hand on the back of Jenny's chair, "A wonderful and interesting combination, the two Mr. Holmes and you ...It seems that you are already a friend of the Holmes family."

"It seems so." Jenny picked up the glass and took a sip. "Mycroft just showed me what it would be like if the two Holmes lived together."

Two Sherlock Holmes together?Unbelievable, almost sounds like a disaster, Bruce Willie thought.He had a strange feeling about Jenny, but couldn't be sure.In the past, he only thought that Jenny was special, or different. If she was a man, maybe they would become friends, or they might become enemies.But the atmosphere is a bit eccentric now, and it is rare for anyone to be friends with two Holmes at the same time, because neither of them is a person who can make friends with others.

To some extent, Bruce Willie is indeed quite suitable for the position he will be competent in the future.

Although Bruce Willie was curious, he didn't intend to delve into it. Even for his own stomach, he wanted to maintain a friendly relationship with Jenny, not to mention that he came here this time simply to say hello to Holmes.After exchanging a few pleasantries, he went back to his companion's table.

"I think this position is probably the most suitable for your Excellency." Mycroft mocked without malice.

"Ha, yes. Now he doesn't have to worry about several ladies or ladies coming to him at the same time, just to give him a slap or something." Sherlock said as he cut the steak.

So there are benefits to being an intelligence chief?Jenny twitched the corner of her mouth.

"This is also his weakness. You know, when it was proposed, not everyone agreed to let him take up this position." Mycroft continued to gossip.

"I don't think it's all because of his brother that he got this position?" Jenny thought of the days when Bruce Willie and Lestrade came to 221b for dinner.Around that time Bruce Willie had already started planning.

"Of course." Mycroft finally realized that it was not appropriate to always talk about other men (especially this man was very handsome) in front of his future sister-in-law, so he changed the topic to other places.

It was a happy meal for all.

"So Charade," said Mycroft, before getting into the carriage, "you know where to find me if you need me whenever you (you) plan to get married."

Sherlock: "Of course."

Jenny: "..." Married?Why hasn't anyone told me about this?