Chocolate is cracked into pieces, mixed with ice cream, and wrapped in dumplings into various shapes—thanks to Mrs. Hudson's various animal molds on the street, which saved her a lot of effort.

Take out ten, put the rest in the refrigerator and freeze it, put the chocolate in a small pot and slow down the heat, while boiling the hot oil, put the dumplings into the oil pan one by one and fry them.

The fragrant aroma of glutinous rice mixed with the sweetness of chocolate, and Connie's grinding coffee, the whole room smells like a fairy tale.

At least the door on the second floor, which had only a slight gap, did not stop the aroma, and the nose on the horse's face moved as someone sat on the couch meditating.

"Chocolate, tea, Basil Robin's light ice cream, barley tea, coffee, ......" two words popped out of his mouth with every movement of his nose, and he still crossed his legs and stood with his hands up, looking reverent and focused.

#生平第一次夏洛克体会到分心和臀部在抽动的感觉#

#上面那句话就能说明他现在有多堕落#

Sherlock frowned, displeased with his wandering mind.

It's one thing to be bored, and this kind of interest is intolerable.

Pick up the glutinous rice dumplings one by one, put them on a plate and let them cool, drizzle them with hot chocolate sauce, and eat one with barley tea.

-- It's heaven on earth!

She didn't know that Sherlock upstairs was playing a lonely game of smelling and guessing food with herself.

Otherwise, I would have admired his nose very much.

Barley tea is a common thing at home, a pack can be drunk for more than half a year, she is using barley tea to brew water to make noodles, the aroma of barley has always been her favorite.

And the rest is mixed with hot water and soaked again, and you can drink it for several rounds.

Divide the rest into thirds, barley tea for Hudson and coffee for Sherlock.

Judging from the double skin milk he fed last time, his taste seems to be trending, at least he doesn't seem to hate desserts.

"Sherlock? I'm in~" After sending Hudson and Henry's two portions in, she went up to the second floor with a plate and entered the door routinely before entering.

Sherlock stands in front of the fireplace.

Connie glanced at his back, strange.

Obviously so quiet, he should be meditating or thinking.

This posture is clearly the setting that you should shoot a gun at the wall......

"Come and try the afternoon tea I made, it tastes very good." She said with a little pride.

But I saw Sherlock turn around and look at her hand: "It's only less than two o'clock now." ”

Connie looked at her watch, embarrassed.

Indeed, now that it's only been an hour since dinner, whose afternoon tea is like this?

She smiled awkwardly: "I didn't pay attention to the time, I thought it had been a long time." ”

Seeing that Sherlock didn't move, she put her things on the coffee table: "If you're not hungry, then wait and eat, or I'll take it to the refrigerator and ......"

But I saw Sherlock actually walk over with his feet raised.

Connie watched as his eye-catching white-footed girl stopped in front of her, bent down and picked up a ball.

The curly ends of her eyes swept over her eyes, causing her to squint as a faint scent came from his hair.

That fresh, morning breeze-like smell.

“…… Yawn! With a sneeze, she met Sherlock's head.

"......" He froze in this position, holding the ball in his hand, and looked at her with majesty in his eyes.

Up close and personal with those green eyes, Connie saw a little blue glowing from the edge of her pupils.

"I'm sorry!"

I'm damned! - Her expression said.

As if the fixed figure moved again, his bent waist gradually straightened, and the ball in his hand was put into his mouth, and even the trajectory and arc of the movement looked so elegant.

"Hmph." He snorted softly, with a smile.

Connie hurriedly handed over the coffee.

"Not bad." After a long time, he slowly chewed the ball and swallowed it before he opened his mouth to praise it.

Connie smiled and watched him take another one, ecstatic in her heart.

#她是不是get到了大神的口味啊#

"I'm going to make something else, if you like it, I'll bring it to you later." She smiled, a mouthful of small tiger teeth exposed.

Suddenly remembering the previous unpleasantness, she stopped when she was about to turn around, looked at Sherlock instead, and spoke again: "I know I probably annoyed you before, but what I said was sincere. But if I don't like it, it doesn't mean that I will deal with things casually, what I should do, I will do it well! ”

After all, I'm a very responsible girl!

She almost didn't boast like this.

Sherlock didn't seem to hear her swear so much, but slowly ate the second dumpling and picked up the third.

Connie felt a little frustrated.

She'd better go out and make her second dessert.

"Have you ever thought that if you really don't like it at all, no matter how hard you try to read it, you won't understand it at all." His indifferent words came out of his mouth.

Connie was stunned and looked at him.

What does that mean.

Does that mean she's actually interested in logic, but she doesn't know about it?

Or did he despise her IQ to a certain level?

I always felt that no matter which answer she was, she would not be happy.

So Connie was even more frustrated.

Back in the kitchen, she took out a spoonful of chocolate and poured it into her mouth, the sweet chocolate aroma making her sweet tooth fall off.

But the mood is finally better.

Sherlock has always had a knack for making people depressed, what is there for her to frustrate?

Thinking about it like this, her mood improved an octave again, and she returned to the average.

Okay, sharpen the knife Huo Huo to the muffin, let's see you under the knife!

Taking out the papaya, Connie peeled it, hollowed out the middle and left only one bottom, put the washed bird's nest and milk in it, and stewed until it rotted.

After stewing, use new cantaloupe as a container, also leaving only the meat as a container, papaya and bird's nest milk are stirred with a spoon, add egg whites on the surface and put them in the refrigerator, take them out the next day and heat them up and then use a roaster to bake them on the surface, and then sprinkle some chocolate crumbs and halved strawberries.

You can eat it with a spoon or bite into a whole cantaloupe - as long as your mouth is big enough.

In between stews, Connie began her third food.

Jujube cake.

Don't underestimate this thing, if it's done, it's comparable to cutting cakes.

Soak the dates, remove the pits, and squeeze the juice with the milk.

Although it was possible to dice the milk and soak it, it would take too long, and given the limited time, Connie chose this quicker method.

Salt is added after mixing the low flour and baking powder, but Connie skips the salt and adds some goji berries, brown sugar and red bean paste.

Then the lengthy manual version of the foaming process began.

Ten minutes later, Connie gasped for a dog.

"Grandma's ...... is finally good," she scolded, and Connie poured the milk dates into it, stirred it with some salad oil, and put it into disposable cups.

Finally, put it on a plate and put it in the oven for half an hour.

After this step, Connie mixed the remaining strawberries with milk, and the small half pot of chocolate was already half-hard, took out the frozen cheese cubes from the freezer, wrapped the chocolate, drizzled with strawberry milk, and waited for the date cake to finish and put it in the oven in half an hour - it was all an idea to combine the rest of the ingredients to make a simple meal.

But Mrs. Hudson actually liked this one the most—of course, that's for later.

When the papaya is finished, the second cheese chocolate strawberry milk bread in the oven is ready.

The chocolate was already stuck to the cheese, and because it was wrapped, it didn't leak out, but Connie picked one up and took a bite, and the chocolate sauce flowed out, mixed with the sweet and sour aroma of strawberries and fresh milk.

Henry took a bite and was so hot that he gasped, but as soon as he swallowed it, he couldn't wait to take a second bite.

The same is true of Mrs. Hudson.

Looking at the love between the two, although Connie was happy, she was also a little sad: "This papaya soup is breast enlargement and beauty, don't you want to drink some?" ”

Henry: "What do I drink as a big man, but I have pectoral muscles." ”

His disgusted expression should not be too obvious.

Mrs. Hudson: "Enough is enough, I'm so beautiful, if my breasts are still big, how will the neighbors live?" Give them a way out! ”

She didn't check it for a while, and the chocolate sauce dripped onto her hand, and she immediately opened her mouth to add it.

There is no image at all.

Connie was speechless, black lines.

Turning his head to look at Sherlock, who was drinking papaya soup with an elegant face, his face finally looked much better.

"If you like Sherlock, drink more." She smiled brightly, and her face froze as she swept the table: "Hey, where's your bread?" Did I forget to take it? ”

"I've finished eating." Sherlock watched Connie move around and spoke softly.

Connie: "......" so quickly...... Dude, what speed are you?

"And jujube cake, do you want it?"

The three of them shook their heads in unison.

Connie sulked.

You crooked nuts who don't understand the noble and elegant essence of Chinese cuisine!

Connie took a piece of it and put it in her mouth, it was moderately sweet, fluffy and delicious...... Not bad.

She looked faintly at the bread on her plate.

But...... It seems that bread is really better......

"Why don't we eat this at night, we should still have cheese at home, and if we don't have chocolate, we can go and buy a few packs on the corner." That kind of big piece should be easier to make. Hudson took a large sip of barley tea and said meaningfully.

Connie's teeth were sour: "If you eat too much, you will get tired, and eating too much sweet is not good for your body." Why don't we eat sauerkraut fish tonight, there happens to be a fish head at home. ”

#已经是四五点的时间了, but everyone is quite full. #