"Oh, it's horrible!" Mrs. Hudson had slept again, and was just waking up, holding the coffee that Connie had made, and watching the news on television with concern.

Connie was wondering what to do at noon, when she saw Mrs. Hudson so worried, and comforted, "It's okay, Mrs. Hudson, I'm sure the cops will take care of it." The government should deal with such a thing as the subway explosion strictly. ”

Is the fried steak good...... Is it better to have creamy chicken......

There is still half a chicken in the refrigerator, although it is not fresh, but the meat is quite tender. The steak was just bought yesterday, and according to the manager of the restaurant, it was freshly slaughtered, and it should be fresh and fried delicious......

"Mrs. Hudson......" Connie, who has difficulty choosing, calls out to Mrs. Hudson.

"I know, Connie must be scared, right? Rest assured, we've got Sherlock here, and we'll be fine. He's a very secure person, though occasionally a little noisy. I haven't told you about my husband yet......"

"Does Mrs. Hudson prefer beef or chicken?"

"Meat? Oh, speaking of which, on such a cold day, it would be so beautiful to be able to drink a bowl of warm corn soup~" Speaking of food, Mrs. Hudson immediately ignored what she had to say.

Connie paused: "Why don't you have stewed chicken with steak at noon?" "If you make a soup, you still have some leftover ingredients from last time.

"Oh~ Really? That's great! I like steak, but I've never liked fried chicken, which is good, but it's just too hot, and it's not as good as the mashed potatoes you made last time...... Oh...... Speaking of good food, I miss Connie again, your pickle soup and rice......" Hudson shook his hand and looked like he was reminiscing.

One time, Connie really wanted to eat rice, so she went to many places, bought rice and seaweed, and then pickled some mustard by herself, and finally made a bowl of pickled seaweed soup, added a goose egg as an egg, and served it with a bowl of rice.

At that time, it was still a dark and windy night, and she secretly cooked food to satisfy her appetite, but she did not expect Mrs. Hudson, who had always slept very well, to come out very awake in the middle of the night that night.

He also took half of Connie's rice and half of the seaweed soup.

It wasn't that tasty, and Connie guessed that the soup was just to Mrs. Hudson's taste.

Connie's craftsmanship is just ordinary, she always likes to eat, and she loves to make some food by herself, but over time she has some experience and experience, and Chinese food is what she is best at.

But she never imagined that one day, something as simple as nori soup would be read by Mrs. Hudson.

Although she has never dared to cook serious Chinese food.

It's hard to find this kind of stuff in London at this time, and rice, mustard and the like are uncommon.

The British also have little habit of eating rice.

Connie also managed to find a place where she could buy some raw materials.

Unexpectedly, the mustard he secretly made was always coveted by Mrs. Hudson.

So Connie often went into hiding.

But for some reason, Mrs. Hudson always found it.

It's an amazing skill.

After that, Mrs. Hudson often asked Connie to cook it for supper, which was too light to eat, and when it was salty, it had to be served with rice, so Connie's rice stock was also decreasing. After a long time, Connie's rice was gone, and Mrs. Hudson, who had eaten for a long time, finally stopped her appetite.

Speaking of which, the appetite came up again.

Unfortunately, no material can be found here.

The merchant who sold her the materials in the first place is no longer here.

"It's decided, then steak stew, chicken and fry...... Or baked? "The brand new oven was cleaned by her just a few days ago and it hasn't worked.

The menu is set. Connie borrowed a large knife from Alice next door, and chopped the steak into small pieces on a plank and marinated them in salt and wine. The chicken is half-cooked in water, sprinkled with spices, buried in mashed potatoes and wrapped in tin foil, then placed in the oven. Then put the steak in a porcelain pot and simmer over low heat.

"The staple food is ...... Pasta bar. After opening the frozen, Connie found a piece of pork tenderloin and the only tomato left in the corner.

The sauces and dressings in the 221b kitchen have always been the overlords of this street, only a little more.

So even with a little less ingredients, Connie is confident that she can make good pasta.

At the sight of the pasta, Mrs. Hudson froze.

Although Connie's pasta is much better now, it can even be compared to some chefs.

But she will never forget the month Connie first learned to make pasta.

Living death.

"Mrs. Hudson, you can't just eat meat, there are no more vegetables at home, I will go shopping in the afternoon, and you will eat more vegetables from tomorrow to be healthier." Connie reluctantly began to nag again, is it a good sign that the old lady likes to eat meat?

Mrs. Hudson scratched her ears and ran straight into the room and closed the door.

Connie was speechless, so she had to cut the tomatoes herself.

"Good knife work." Connie was carefully slicing tomatoes when a man's voice suddenly came from beside her.

Connie was startled, and the knife in her hand almost flew out.

When I looked up and saw that it was Sherlock, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Sherlock, when did you come back?" "And walked up to her, obviously I didn't hear any sound;

"It's been a while." Sherlock smiled, revealing half of his white teeth.

Connie shuddered.

This standard eight-tooth smile.

Why does my scalp feel numb?

"Your knife skills are good." Sherlock repeated.

“…… Thank you. Although she felt that the great god was so blunt and praised her for something wrong, Connie still thanked her and prepared to continue cutting.

"Maybe you can do me a little favor, Connie?" Sherlock spoke three times.

"Is there anything you want to eat for lunch? Mr. Sherlock, please. Connie finished cutting the tomatoes and prepared to start cutting the pork tenderloin.

"I think your knife skills are enough to be my practical assistant, I need to do a lot of real products at home, among which I need a good knife worker who can handle some real materials for me, such as slices of the cerebral cortex, of course, I will pay you some money, I believe you can learn a lot of useful knowledge." Sherlock finished without gasping.

"Oh, so you need me to cut some ...... for you! Pallium!? Connie's hand shook before she landed on the cutting board with a dull thud.

"Huh...... You love to joke. She smiled, smiling at his still standard eight teeth.

“…… You're not kidding. You're serious, aren't you? ”

Nine teeth smile.

Connie who is stiff all over.

The oven beeps and the chicken is done.

Connie remembered something inexplicably.

A human head in the refrigerator.

Severed hands in the oven.

Everywhere you can see the real yàn utensils.

Hehe.

Living with the great god is not happy at all.

So she was excited yesterday?

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still refuse. After all, I'm only 12 years old, so I'm not suitable for these bloodier jobs. ”！ Don't talk about 12, 102 she's not going to touch those things!

Sherlock was silent for a moment, as if he didn't expect Connie to refuse.

"Well, if you change your mind, feel free to do so." Sherlock said very kindly, and before going upstairs, he glanced at Connie's hands, and broke a meaningful affection.

The hairs on the head stand on end.

Connie silently pulled out the mashed potatoes and chicken from the oven.

Stir up the tin foil and stuff a spoonful of hot mashed potatoes into your mouth.

Let her take a bite of mashed potatoes first and calm down......