The kitchen knife and the cutting board rubbed against each other, Connie's little hands deftly cut the various spices that had been washed, the spicy smell of the simmering peppers was diffused, and the hot oil in the oil pan was smoking, putting the prepared spices into the pan one by one and stir-frying.

The mandarin duck pot that had not been used after it was built was found by Connie and washed clean.

In about half an hour, the hot pot base is ready.

Because I was indignant that my room was blown up, I deliberately put twice as many Chaotian peppers.

Boil the soup, remove the foam, wash the vegetables one by one, put them on a plate, and then put the lamb slices, and it is ready in one qiē.

Most of the meatballs were thrown in by Connie, and it didn't matter if the four of them could eat them or not, they could put reads in them anyway.

By the time it was all dealt with, the officers had already retreated, and only Lestrade remained here to wait for Sherlock to emerge and accept Connie's invitation to dinner.

The aroma bubbled up to the second floor for a while, and I smelled the nose of an unmarried uncle.

Even Mrs. Hudson was so drunk that she almost stirred up a waltz—the old lady would come up and down the house a few times from time to time, but she magically never wrestled, and she was able to spin down the stairs with her eyes closed and dance freely unscathed.

Finally, after putting the seasonings away one by one, Connie washed her hands and began to beckon the three of them to eat.

"Officer Lestrade, and Mr. Sherlock, it's time for lunch, and today I made one of the more popular Chinese foods, hot pot." Knocking on the door, Connie came to call someone.

As for Mrs. Hudson, she was already in the best spot.

"Oh, Connie, it's so delicious, it'...... What a ......," Connie heard Mrs. Hudson's exclamation, and ran downstairs to see that her mouth was full of red oil.

"Mrs. Hudson, this is a spicy hot pot, it's very spicy...... Now Connie began to feel a little weak, looking at Mrs. Hudson's appearance that was about to smoke, did she put too much......

Lestrade couldn't wait to pull Sherlock downstairs.

Sherlock didn't say no to lunch.

Connie of the British also understands a little bit of the habits of the British, although some people like spicy food, and some people don't touch it at all, but Mrs. Hudson has a strong taste at home, and can occasionally eat a little spicy, but Officer Lestrade and Sherlock eat spicy food, she really doesn't know.

"This pot is divided into two parts, one side is spicy, the other side is clear soup, I have a sauce that is not spicy, if the police officer and the gentleman don't like spicy food, they can eat the light side." He glanced at Mrs. Hudson, who was sitting on the side of the red oil and waving desperately.

Connie hurriedly grabbed a large bottle of soda from the fridge and poured one for Mrs. Hudson.

"It's ice, Mrs. Hudson." Connie, who has tasted it, is a little embarrassed, could it be that after she came to live in the UK for a year, her ability to eat spicy food has become even better?

Mrs. Hudson took the soda and gulped, "...... Yes! It's so refreshing! He burped contentedly, and half of the soda in the cup was gone.

Connie quickly turned the pot 90 degrees: "Mrs. Hudson has a non-spicy side." ”

Saying that he had achieved the all-spicy side, Officer Lestrade wanted to challenge the spicy and sat next to Connie, and naturally Sherlock sat opposite Connie.

Oh, strictly by Lestrade force.

Although he didn't resist strongly, it was enough.

"This ......" Lestrade, who couldn't use chopsticks, glanced at the two thin sticks, and Connie screamed at the sight.

She hurriedly changed the fork for Lestrade and pointed to the spoon that fished for things: "This is for fishing, the police officer is not used to using chopsticks to use forks, sorry, I didn't notice this." ”

Lestrade looked very embarrassed, but smiled unconcernedly.

Mrs. Hudson would have used chopsticks, and Connie herself was used to it, so she didn't think of this question for a while, and Sherlock, she thought that Sherlock should be able to use chopsticks, but to be on the safe side, she still had to ask, but just as she was about to speak, the person opposite naturally picked up the chopsticks...... I pinched an egg into the bowl and read it;

Steady as Mount Tai.

⊙▽⊙。

Although she knew Sherlock's skills, Connie was still surprised, Sherlock's chopstick-holding posture was more standard than her, and she looked good at spicy food.

And most importantly...... The eggs she had always wanted to catch with a spoon were pinched with precision without slipping!

Lestrade was even more surprised: "You can use chopsticks!?" ”

Connie was silent, although it was unexpected, but it didn't need to be so exaggerated......

Sherlock intently held the fish balls, and after a while, several of them were belly down, with precise posture, elegant posture, speed... Extremely fast.

⊙▽⊙。

"Don't be so surprised, Lestrade, it's just common sense." Glancing lightly at Lestrade, Sherlock spat out a sentence without being salty.

Connie had already gathered her mind and ate quietly. But when I heard the word common sense, I inexplicably felt like I was being praised.

Common sense in Sherlock's eyes......

Mrs. Hudson finally recovered and obediently ate the clear soup on the other side, and although it was not beautiful with chopsticks in one hand, it was still safe.

Aim at the other three, then at yourself.

Lestrade had a sense that the world was being divided again.

I was on this side of the world, and the other side of the world was cut to the other three with three-quarters of the table.

This strange feeling of sitting at the same table and eating, but like facing the people in the computer video......

At a hot pot, Connie ate snotty, Lestrade ate with tears, and Mrs. Hudson burped all the way.

A large bottle of soda was □□, and the three of them used up a whole pack of napkins, their faces were flushed, and their bellies were round.

Sherlock, on the other hand, does not change his face.

⊙▽⊙。

When it came, he also took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth that didn't even touch the soup at all, and his hands were as white as jade.

Get up: "It tastes good." A cup of coffee, two sugars, thank you. ”

⊙▽⊙

⊙▽⊙

→_→

"Hiccup...... Mrs. Hudson's burp again, and Connie silently got up to make coffee.

There's no point in thinking about anything anymore.

Don't try to understand the world of the great gods, you can't afford to hurt.

Making coffee is king.