[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

After the morning's silence for the poor novelist, Krista now had to start a moment of silence for herself.

Mr. Andre sent a text message - asking her to go to a restaurant in central London for dinner. At the same time, he emphasized that Krista could take Mr. Detective with her, and if she had other friends, she could also take it with her.

You can ask a friend to go, but won't she go?

Krista stared at the text message silently for half a minute, but still took this thought into her stomach, and raised her head to ask the two people in the front seat:

"My father invites you to dinner, do you want to go together?"

-- "On the Art of Speaking" -- by Christa Hield.

The novelist was in a low mood, and although Christa didn't bring up the sonnet at Marcus's house, and Scotland Yard's detectives attributed it to "a useless note", he still couldn't relax. down.

But for the safety of the three of them, even though the novelist was in a low mood, he didn't dare to let Sherlock drive.

As for Krista, it is even more impossible for a minor to be invited to drink tea by the traffic police within minutes of driving.

The novelist probably really thought it was the kindness of the elders, so he agreed after hesitation.Sherlock was about to speak, but Christa said before him: "Sherlock, are you going with us? You know, my father seemed to like you the last time we met, and he would be very happy to see you."

The threat is beyond words.

"Okay. I hope he doesn't order a table of British food." Sherlock shrugged and said nothing.

Sherlock, please be sober! You are an Englishman! Even if it tastes bad, you can't say it so directly!

Christa rubbed her eyebrows helplessly.

She messaged her father back, and the three of them diverted to the restaurant in central London that Mr. Andre had said.

The restaurant is at the end of a secluded street, which is out of tune with the city of London—this is a classical Chinese restaurant, Christa made a judgment in her heart, it is the kind of private restaurant with membership system.

... She was a little worried that these two people could use chopsticks?

In front of the restaurant, there are two imitation Tang Dynasty-made nine micro-lamps, and one star light is swaying in the air.

Krista's father, Andre, had already ordered the dishes. Krista took a look and found that the dishes were all sweet.

Suddenly, I looked forward to Sherlock's toothache expression.

Mr. Andre kindly prepared knives, forks and spoons for the two Englishmen.

When he saw the person sitting clearly, Cecil was slightly taken aback: "Uncle Andre?"

"Long time no see, I came to England recently." Andre raised his eyebrows and smiled, without much surprise.

Christa opened the chair and sat down: "Do you know each other?"

"My parents and Uncle Andre are old acquaintances. I didn't expect such a coincidence..." Everyone understood Cecil's unspoken meaning.

"Okay, let's eat first." Andre greeted them to sit down: "I only ordered some dishes that Liz likes, and the two of you can choose the dishes you like."

After a pause, he said again: "If you don't know much about Chinese food, I can recommend some. Liz can also recommend, she knows more about Chinese food than me, a German."

There are already plenty of dishes on the table, Sherlock and Cecil glanced at them, and Cecil declined politely: "This much is enough, there is no need to add more."

Sherlock took the menu and flipped through it, pointed to a line and said, "This."

"When did you understand Chinese?" Christa was speechless. She clearly remembered that Sherlock didn't understand Chinese, otherwise she wouldn't be unable to understand the decoding method of that set of codes.

Wait... her password...

Well, now she believed that Sherlock really understood Chinese.To learn a language in order to decrypt... She has nothing to say about this operation.

"Of course before you know it." Sherlock firmly believed that he did not deliberately learn a useless language for a simple password, he just read a few books by the way.

"Well, Liz, do you want anything else?" Andre asked, "For example, a dessert?"

"Let's have a poplar nectar." There was nothing on the menu, she said casually.

On the contrary, Andre was slightly taken aback, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, and sighed: "You still like this, your mother's best dessert is this."

Christa's face was normal, but she didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, she just bowed her head in silence.

She didn't know that Jiang Li could cook. According to her idea, Jiang Li only held a paintbrush in his hand, so he should look like he doesn't eat fireworks.

I don't know if her father is really feeling it, or is he deliberately defrauding her?

No matter what she said, she didn't speak.

"Well... plus this dish, we need four servings of poplar nectar." Andre ticked off the menu, and the boss smiled and walked out of the box with the list.

After all the dishes were served, Christa realized that Sherlock also ordered a sweet dish.

She hesitated for a few seconds before placing her chopsticks.

This dish tastes better than most of the sweet dishes on the table, after all, people with a strong sweet tooth don't like all sweet things.

But thinking that this dish was ordered by Sherlock, I felt something was wrong.

In the end, the instinct of foodie overcame everything.

None of them had the habit of talking at the dinner table. After the meal was almost finished, the only elder present began to chat with the juniors in a cordial and friendly manner.

"Liz is still young, and I am busy with company affairs. She is outside alone. I hope you neighbors can take care of her."

……

"Liz, Cecil is an outstanding young man, you can spend more time with him, young people always have more topics to talk about. If you have the opportunity, you can also meet Cecil's parents, Mrs. Winona, Secil Syl's mother had a good relationship with your mother, she will like you. Mr. Sherlock is also a good person, but you still need to concentrate on your studies at your age."

Krista took a spoonful of the mango and realized that her father was giving her a living modern version of Butterfly Lovers.

She is Zhu Yingtai, Cecil is the well-matched Ma Wencai, and Sherlock...is the poor little Liang Shanbo.

Now this scene is like Zhu Laodi forcibly breaking up Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and then betrothing her to Ma Wencai.

...although she has nothing to do with Sherlock.

Cecil's eyes flicked across Sherlock, and the detective lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, not knowing what he was doing.

He smiled slightly: "Of course, I have a good time with Krista. Krista is a very good girl, you don't have to worry."

"That's good, are you still writing?" Old father Andre said with satisfaction.

Cecil nodded yes.

"Liz also likes literary creation, you can talk more about this topic. I originally wanted to spend more time with Liz these few days, but Germany needs me to attend an important meeting, so I have to go back early. Liz, Dad terribly sorry."

Krista: Don't be sorry, I'm happy.

She still pretended to be full: "I'm sorry, father. But your business is more important, don't worry about me."

Sherlock raised his head suddenly: "Cecil, as a qualified assistant, I need a little help from you now."

"What's wrong?" the novelist wondered.

"I want to see the manuscript of your novel."

"It's in my room, go back and get it to you."

After listening to this conversation, Mr. Andre's expression was a little distorted: "Assistant?"

Christa smiled and made up the knife: "Yes, Cecil is also Sherlock's assistant."

The old father felt that his heart needed to be slowed down.

The author has something to say: You all seem to think that the novelist and Si Si are miserable, but Sherlock is actually the worst.

One day when he wanted to chase after Sisi, he faced the following dilemma——

Father Andre: It looks like he has no serious job at first glance, but he actually wants to give my family cabbage.

Grandparents: No, how could my precious granddaughter be abducted by foreign devils?Will I still see my grandson in the future?Forget it for a daughter, but definitely not for a granddaughter!

Mycroft: Krista is dangerous, I'm afraid you will die.

An unknown lady·Big boss: What kind of love can such an antisocial personality fall in love with?What if my Sisi is killed by criminals one day?impossible!