"Mr. Sherlock, it's lunchtime reads; I made stewed steak and mashed chicken with potatoes, would you like to come down and join us in our Chinese food? Connie gently pushed the door open, and in the cluttered room, Sherlock was standing in front of the window, holding a book in each hand, and reading very fascinated.

After a long silence, Connie didn't get an answer, and rubbed her hands together in embarrassment.

"Mr. Sherlock?"

“……”

"Mr. Holmes?"

"Oh... Coney? Is there anything wrong with you? Just call me Sherlock. Sherlock turned suddenly, probably hearing Connie's call, and was looking at her intently.

Inexplicably, Connie felt even more embarrassed.

"I've come up to invite you to join us for lunch, of course...... If you don't get used to it, can I bring it to you? And also...... My name is Connie. Connie replied with a smile, suddenly thinking that it would be very difficult to sit with the great god......

Connie expected Sherlock to nod her head and add "a cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar", but he closed the book and walked up to her.

"Anything else?" He looked at Connie quizzically.

Connie struggled to look up at him, shook her head silently, and stepped aside.

Sherlock walked downstairs in three or two steps, already greeting Mrs. Hudson downstairs.

Connie stood at the top of the stairs and could hear Mrs. Hudson's cheerful nagging and Sherlock's calm voice.

Stiffening down the stairs and seeing the two sitting at the dining table, Connie felt bad for a moment.

I really want to eat at the same table with the great god......

It's like the feeling of winning a lottery with a celebrity dining alone......

Although there was a Mrs. Hudson in the middle.

No, no, no, it's amazing that Sherlock would accept her invitation rather than lunch.

Or is Sherlock too young now, so he still has a bit of a human touch?

Well, it's just a meal, Connie, you don't have to make such a fuss! It's so low! It's a man from □□!

manup！！！

With a heartfelt encouragement, Connie paused, and sat down at the table.

"It's pasta." The Sherlock sat down, but he didn't even have a fork in his hand, and Connie took a plate of pasta and handed it to him, and then took a knife and fork and spoon and handed it to him, like a maid serving her master.

When he was done, he poured him a glass of water, and two more glasses of milk for Mrs. Hudson and herself.

"Thank you." Sherlock, who didn't say anything after taking the pasta, said thank you when he took the warm water.

Connie smiled a little flattered, secretly thinking that Sherlock was really a very attentive person.

"Oh, Connie, why don't you pour Sherlock a glass of milk, he's still young, and it's time to nourish him." Mrs. Hudson was content to eat the mashed potatoes, but the pasta was untouchable.

"Mr. Sherlock doesn't like milk, but Mrs. Hudson, you can't just eat mashed potatoes and meat, you still have to eat some staple food, I'm very light, you have to eat some of it." The glass of milk that was left for the last breakfast brought to Sherlock was the only one, and it seemed that he didn't drink a sip of it, presumably because Sherlock himself didn't like milk.

"I see, Connie, I know you're a good boy, but I'd still like a quiet and peaceful lunch......" Mrs. Hudson grimaced impatiently, and Connie smiled and stuffed some more pasta into her plate, causing her to look incredulous, and almost burst out laughing.

However, the great god is here, so I still have to maintain a quiet and peaceful dining environment......

The three of them had lunch in harmony, and Connie secretly observed Sherlock's meal, and saw that he was calmly sending things to his mouth, although he couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, but it was clear that he didn't hate it, and since he could eat it in his mouth, it shouldn't taste bad for him.

Connie inexplicably felt a little happy about this.

I always feel that it is an affirmation of my craft......

o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓Connie wanted to slap the table and laugh to express her heroic excitement, but in the end she covered her mouth and snickered.

It's good to be happy with this kind of thing~(ˉ▽ ̄~)~

A small patch of plateau red inevitably appeared on the little face because of the excitement in his heart.

Sherlock ate silently, although it didn't taste very good, but for a twelve-year-old girl, it was already a good craft, and yesterday because her words had some clues to the case, so she was extra tolerant.

But this girl is really a little strange, what's the matter with secretly looking at herself and laughing?

Could it be that he has an untidy face today? No, it can't be, Mrs. Hudson is so ragged every day, then she doesn't die laughing.

It's just that he couldn't guess why she was laughing, could it be because he knew too little? It seems that his deduction needs to be strengthened......

Detective Sherlock would never have known that there is something in this world that cannot be deduced by any deductive method - brain holes.

Because they break through the infinite sky, and there is never a reason to do so.

Mrs. Hudson looked at the flirtatious pair and felt that the air was filled with pink bubbles.

Oh~ Dear God, it's good to be young, although Connie is still underage, and there is a gap between her age and Sherlock, it seems that no distance can stop the arrival of true love!

o(# ̄▽ ̄)==o)) ̄0 ̄221b is finally coming to spring~ Look at Connie's little face blushing ●v●

The three of them made up their own brains, and their brains simply broke through the sky.

At this moment, Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock more and more satisfied, and had a sense of superiority over her future son-in-law, named Mother-in-law, and even the expression on her face became elegant.

The two of them didn't know what she thought, otherwise Sherlock ...... Probably just ignore it.

Connie should have stuffed a basin of pasta on her plate and forced her to finish it.

In the silence, Sherlock used half of his pasta, drank a few sips of warm water to clear his throat, and opened his mouth first.