As soon as McCroft had said what he meant, Sherlock said righteously, "You can't." ”

McCroft smirked, "Maybe you didn't hear me clearly, Sherlock, I'm here for Irene." ”

Sherlock plucked the lower strings, making a clear single note, and explained what he had said: "She's my assistant." ”

Mycroft turned the handle of the black umbrella he held in his hand, and his eyes swept nonchalantly over Sherlock as he spoke, "Oh, yes? As far as I know, you don't have a legally binding employment contract, you're just—" He paused, as if searching for the right word, "verbally." ”

Sherlock stared at him and said, "You've seen the power of the language that comes out of her mouth, and I think that's more convincing than a 'legal' employment contract." "He accentuated the 'legal effect,' apparently satirizing his brother for using the law as a matter.

Mycroft's eyes were removed from his brother and instead he stared at the black umbrella in his hand, still in the same slow and logical tone: "Maybe we should ask Erin for her opinion, Sherlock, she's your assistant, of course she is." But on this premise, she has her own personality. ”

When McCroft finished speaking, his brother scoffed, "Oh, that's a ridiculous thing to say from your mouth. Oh, Mycroft, don't come to me to laugh at me. When he said this, he willfully used Chinese.

However, this is not difficult for McCroft, he also speaks Chinese very well, there is nothing "exotic", and the words are clear: "It seems that you have learned the idioms of the ancient oriental country well, how long did it take?" ”

Sherlock remembered the "motivational" text message from Mycroft the week before, and plucked the strings again, revealing a shylock smirk at his brother: "Less than you do." ”

"Oh, of course you'll use less than I do, and I'm not like you, who spend all day spinning around trivial cases and having a lot of free time. I can't leave the office for a moment, the Korean election is about to ......," McCroft stopped talking at this point, and his blue eyes returned to Sherlock, "You don't bother to know anyway, do you?" ”

Sherlock was upset, he raised an eyebrow, and deduced that his brother had eaten sweets this morning, and now he found a point where he could attack Mycroft in a big way, so he gave Mycroft a belated greeting: "Your dentist has received your death threat?" Poor guy. ”

"For God's sake, I'm just a small civil servant in the British government, and I don't have so many conspiracy theories." Mycroft said helplessly, he was finally willing to focus on the people he was actually looking for, "Erin, please don't believe my brother's jokes that the world is not chaotic, he is always so dramatic. ”

"Erin, you heard it, the dentist is still at his post, and I guess he gave Mycroft a doctor's order to stop sweets, so you can put back the dessert you were going to serve to Mycroft." Sherlock said to Erin, who had gone to the kitchen to prepare refreshments, while the brothers had exchanged a brief "greeting". He glanced at Mycroft, whose eyes were changing, and deliberately added, "You said that the chef you are looking for is the imperial chef of your country's royal family, right?" ”

"Hmm." Erin's voice came from the kitchen.

Sherlock was finally willing to put the bow on the violin and pull it, oh, this time in a very cheerful tone, not the same as before.

"Sherlock, don't be so childish." Although McCroft still spoke accusatory, it would have been more convincing if he had not shown a rare look of pity on his face. Although the British government is unaware of the identity of the new ethnically specific chef hired at 221B Baker Street, it is a piece of cake for him to deduce the chef's mastery of cooking, as can be seen from the fact that his brother, who advocates a masochistic diet, has gained two pounds in just one week.

"I think Erin has her own Chinese hospitality, oh, she does." Mycroft listened to the movement coming from the kitchen, and then returned to his original cozy state.

Sherlock looked into the kitchen, just as Erin came out with a tray with more than just a teacup on it.

He suddenly let out a long, piercing voice to show his displeasure, but Erin's hand holding the tray was as steady as a rock, unfazed in the slightest, and winked at Sherlock, signaling his innocence: "I have to make it clear, it's not a dessert, it's a salty one." ”

Sherlock jerked his bow and pulled it, avoiding Erin's gaze as hard as he could, lowering his head and wiping his bow.

Erin was stunned.

Mycroft, who had taken in Sherlock's expression, narrowed his eyes, turned his black umbrella, and drew Erin's attention to him in a loud voice, and said straight to the point: "Miss Ai, I am very happy to talk to you about the two accidents that happened yesterday, especially the first one. ”

Erin nodded, but before she could talk, she put the tray down, and in addition to the salty food for Mycroft, there was also breakfast for Sherlock. Erin laid out the plates and plates in a neat manner, the dim sum near McCroft's side was small and delicate, and the delicate porcelain plates lined with them were very appetizing, and then showed Chinese hospitality to the British government: "Because Sherlock and I were out yesterday, Master Zhang, the chef I hired just made some salty dishes at random, and if I knew you would be a guest today, I would have asked him to make more styles." Wait for next time—"

"Sherlock" Sherlock flicked the bow in the air as a foil, and the bow broke through the air with a 'thud', which also appropriately interrupted Irene's words, and he was also very reasonable: "For the good of the dentists and tailors of Mycroft, I don't think it is as good as it will be in the future, they are miserable enough." If I'm not mistaken, Mycroft, your last dentist committed suicide by jumping off a building, right? ”

McCroft pulled a long tone and said, "Emotional trauma, Sherlock, his wife is leaving him." ”

Sherlock continued to follow up sarcastically: "Oh, isn't there any psychological pressure from your employer? ”

"Sherlock!" Mycroft glanced down at Sherlock and said in a "I'm more mature than you" tone, "This kind of battle between the two of us is so childish, it always hurts the innocent, and you know it will make Mommy angry." ”

"He's lying, he's salivating over the snack that was placed in front of him now. You can imagine what will become of him when you swap salty for sweets. Sherlock was ruthless and ruthless to expose his brother's "wolf ambition" to Erin, and before Erin could say anything, Sherlock had already spoken for her, "You can see it, this is good, it seems that we have reached a consensus." ”

Erin: "......"

McCroft: "......"

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Erin sat upright in front of Mycroft, the plate of snacks in front of them that had been removed from the conversation - if I had to know that the snacks were all eaten up - now replaced by teacups, which exuded the elegant smell of tea, and there was no "third party" around, and the sunlight outside the window poured in and shone in the clean and tidy living room, which always had the atmosphere of serious conversation.

You ask the "third party", he is taken into the kitchen to eat his breakfast and drink his black coffee, but his sharp gaze is not kept apart.

"Sherlock is always so puffy, can you imagine what our Christmas dinner is like." Mycroft took a sip of tea from his teacup and said in a casual tone. This time his attitude seemed much more pleasant, maybe because he didn't have his brother to make trouble and made him have a pain in his back molars, or maybe it was because the salty food provided by Erin made him 'very happy', but maybe.

Before this, Erin had only indirectly learned about their brothers' way of getting along, such as Mycroft's eldest brother's gesture of caring for his immature brother, such as Sherlock's appearance of his own brother who spared no effort to blacken him, but it was all 'family words'. Now she finally had the opportunity to see the back and forth between their brothers when they were in the same frame, and it would be hard for Erin to describe it. In response to McCroft's tendentious words, Erin replied with a vague remark: "I have to say, you have a special way of getting along. ”

Hearing this, McCroft turned his gray-blue eyes back to Erin, and casually moved them back to his pocket watch, which ticked: "Interesting review, so, let's get back to the point, after all, I don't have as much idle time as Sherlock." ”

Erin immediately became more upright and said from the bottom of her heart: "I assure you that the next time there is an accident involving non-science, I will definitely block all surveillance cameras and make sure as much as possible that they will not be seen by passers-by, I mean real passers-by." Of course she knew that Mycroft had sent someone to spy on her, and she had greeted them.

Mycroft seemed to feel a little surprised, but it seemed that he said slowly, "I have to say, Irene, you are special, but I would rather there be no next time." With that, he closed his pocket watch, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Erin with an expanding smile, "I have to go, looking forward to the next meeting, Erin." ”

Of course, this sentence did not imply anything, and the loud laughter that accompanied his sentence from the kitchen did not mean anything, really not.

All in all, it was a very pleasant and harmonious three-way meeting...... Right?