“…… I'm in a daze. After a long hesitation, Connie spoke, making a face that I wouldn't say anything if you asked me what I was doing.

Sherlock looked at her until her face stiffened, and then withdrew his gaze, along with his faint but unignorable cold air.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief and heard his muffled grunt.

"I'm hungry."

"......" a bunch of people who have just finished eating and are still holding on.

Connie smiled, "What do you want to eat!" Just say! ”

Did Sherlock not even eat in order to find her?

Oh, don't think about it like this, I'm inexplicably moved.

Sherlock knew at a glance what was going on in her little head, and she was still like this, with all her thoughts written on her face, almost without reasoning, just guessing.

He paused as he looked at her smile, took a sip of his coffee, and swallowed back the words that he was about to say.

This stupid look made him a little pleasant.

"Whatever." He didn't seem to care about what he ate, but the appearance of being hungry made him a little more impatient.

Connie immediately turned around and went to order a bowl of noodles, cucumbers, tomatoes, radishes, shredded meat, and diced chicken, all cut into strips and put them in the pot, and the ingredients were sufficient, and it was estimated that his usual taste was salty and light.

Soon a bowl of noodles was baked – she used the dough she had kneaded before – the happiest one she kneaded other than Walter's.

However, when Sherlock took the spoon and chopsticks, the extra glance at Happy still made Connie scared.

You can see it like this?

"It tastes good." The heart that was lifted was put down again.

"It's just a little bit worse." Happy's face immediately darkened.

Connie praised her for her debut!

The happy and unhappy appearance is on the face, and it is obvious that everyone can see it very clearly.

The atmosphere is delicate.

However, they felt that Sherlock didn't know that it was happy, and was just picky, so they didn't say anything.

Connie watched the situation on the field carefully, and her trembling little heart was half down.

#奈何大神总往作死的道路上走去#

"It stands to reason that you have a pair of hands that can master any mechanical part, no matter how big or small, and you are proficient in all mechanics, and you have a good theoretical and practical foundation, you should not be so bad at dough, and you have someone to guide you...... You can go and get some finger training. While eating the food and drinking the soup slowly, Sherlock just didn't move.

He also coaches Happy on the side.

Connie held his forehead, didn't he want to block people......

"Oh, it seems that this gentleman is very good at kneading dough. And there are better fingers than being treated. Happy squinted at Sherlock. When the voice spoke with its fingers, it had the meaning of gnashing teeth.

Sherlock is good at kneading?

There are also better hands than others...... Finger......

Burst.

Connie's face was slightly distorted, and her eyes became strange.

#她会说她已经在脑补大神穿着皮卡丘的明黄色围裙带着粉红色的厨帽在和面了吗? #

#不要小瞧明黄色那可是天子才能穿的颜色o(〃-▽-〃)o#

#咦重点不是应该在皮卡丘吗皮卡皮卡~#

"Hmph, I never waste time on these boring things." He still looked disdainful.

Although Connie knew that he was just too simple about the noodles, according to her understanding of him, maybe he could really make the dough that a chef can knead, maybe it would be better?

Groove ...... How do you feel like you're about to move......

"Oh! So you just won't! Happy crossed his hips and looked at Sherlock defiantly.

He glanced at her disappreciatively, withdrew his gaze, and as he passed by, he saw Connie's eyes looking straight at him.

frowned: "What are you looking at me like this." ”

Connie cleared her throat and said righteously: "Sherlock, I know you're very good, but you've never met each other, how do you know that you can do better than happy, and I think girls are born with better feelings than men in cooking, and you may not be able to pinch better than happy." When Connie was concentrating on saying this, Walter and his friends looked at Meghan very delicately.

A long silence, and an even longer silent gaze.

"Oh~" Sherlock's little tail fluttered very much*.

That kind of pretended doubt, as if he had already seen a small ~tail~ sound of qiē.

"Of course, if you want to criticize me, you have to surpass me first." Happy followed the war book.

……

“well。 Case. He put down his chopsticks and began to roll up his sleeves.

Connie's heart moved, and she untied her apron.

This is the new Ice Princess model that Megan bought.

Oh Momo, Mom, she's so excited.

"No, I don't."

"No, the clothes will get dirty." Connie righteously rejects Sherlock's refusal.

Cover!

I'm set!

I'm a set!

I can't get it!

Connie stumbled up with all her suffocation, but still couldn't reach the top of Sherlock's head.

One meter nine, this damn height!

The atmosphere of the scene went in a different and subtle direction.

Happy was originally angry at max, but when I saw this scene, I couldn't get angry!

Toby secretly thinks it's so cute, but it's a pity that his girlfriend can surpass him in high heels, won't he be able to enjoy such treatment in the future?

Megan covered her mouth and snickered: "Don't jump too hard, the injuries on your body are not healed yet." ”

At this point, Connie felt as if it really hurt.

She stopped bouncing and looked at Sherlock with an aggrieved look.

"Sherlock, lower your body a little, I can't reach your head."

Sherlock looked at her watery eyes and felt like she saw an abandoned hamster on the side of the street.

He had always hated hamsters.

He paused.

"Nope. If you have the ability, you can wear it yourself. ”

With that, he paused again, then turned to the kitchen room.

Connie froze.

Turning to watch him pour water and flour into the basin without caring about himself, a group of grass and mud horses rushed by.

Is he coquettish or willful?

Wrong! She was kidnapped by Moriarty because he was not tied to a scarf now?

Assi!

Let her wear it herself! Okay!

Presumably the sperm got into the brain, Connie jumped and pounced on Sherlock, and in a burst of exclamation, brought the apron to Sherlock's head.

She grunted and landed on Sherlock, smiling at him, "Look, I made it!" "I look like I'm very capable.

It's a substitution.

But it didn't last long.

After all, the battle value of the great god and the * silk are different, and the blue blood bars are different.

"Hmm." After a long time, he nodded. He turned around and began to pour water again.

Connie clapped her hands, fastened the strap on his waist, and then turned and ran to the couch to get her phone out.

Hahaha camera ready! Shots ready! Filters are ready! Pat pat pat !!

Thinking about finding the best angle, she held up her phone and pointed it at Sherlock......

Nani!

She took it backwards!

it! Die before you get out of school!

Boom......

Decadent sat on the couch, her face furrowed lifelessly.

"Connie, coffee." There was a call from the kitchen counter.

She walked over with her coffee and handed it to him.

"Oh, I'm busy." He said.

Connie looked at him, then at the cup, and her eyes instantly lit up again: "Then I'll feed you." ”

She held up the glass and handed it over, Sherlock lowered his head and took a sip, and Connie took the opportunity to take the strap off the top of his head and flip it over.

"Hehe, that side is a little dirty, I'll help you change it." He didn't say much and went on with his great cause of making peace.

There is quite a kind of Lao Tzu who wants to trample on the bones of you stupid mortals.

I have to say that geniuses such as Sherlock also have such moments of concentration.

Connie really hadn't seen him focus so quietly, after all, when investigating the case, although his whole body was invested, his brain was always over-working violently, that kind of concentration seemed to consume his life force, and this kind of concentration was more like resting and enjoying in strategizing.

Well, focus is a good thing.

Connie secretly turned behind him, untied the bag on his waist, turned it over again, looked at him and turned back to knead the dough, stealing joy like a hamster who had saved enough food for ten years for the winter.

The k's can't bear to look at it.

Happy: "Why do you feel like you're being shown off ......?"

Sylvester: "Aren't they really a couple?" ”

Megan shook her head: "Maybe not." "It's more like a couple, right?

Walter: "It's kind of like Mom and Dad. ”

Toby: "It's rare that your emotional intelligence is at a high level. ”

Reaching back to the couch and picking up her phone, Connie began to pat.

Ah, the way Sherlock wore a scarf and a face...... She really has a feeling of my self-nobility~ It's really cool!

I really want to look up to the sky and laugh 800 times.

Toby looked at Connie who was taking care of herself, and Sherlock, who was pausing from time to time while talking to each other, seemingly two unrelated people, but the red dot on the phone ...... Tut-tut, this cold-faced man is full of tenderness...... They weren't shown, they were shown......

Britain is such an open country.

And - when can such a man who does not understand the amorous style actually find a young sister-in-law who cooks spicy and spicy?

Or is it the British feng shui nourishing people?

Maybe he should bring his girlfriend over to edify him......

Half an hour later.

Sherlock took off his apron and washed his hands, placing the basin of dough in front of Connie.

Connie finished admiring the dozen photos on her phone, looked at the dough and exclaimed, "Sure enough, Sherlock is amazing." ”

Sherlock snorted coldly, and reached out to take the phone in Connie's hand.

"Ya Butterfly!" She broke out in a cold sweat and was about to reach out and grab her phone.

“stupid。 You should do more meaningful things. He held his picture and looked at Connie with some displeasure.

Connie pouted: "This one makes a lot of sense...... this is Sherlock's exclusive out-of-print photo.

She hadn't heard an echo for a long time, and when she looked up again, she saw his deep eyes staring at her, and she was stunned.

"What, what's wrong, really...... I'm so angry. She stuttered as soon as she was nervous.

But according to her estimate, Sherlock shouldn't be angry, right......

"Hmph, since you think so." He looked up and pressed the delete button.

All photos can be cleared with one click.

whatthe*！

Connie looked up in disbelief.

Toby shook his head: It's really British who can play...... obviously deliberately let her take pictures, but when others had enough fun, they deleted the photos, which is still a unique fun between "lovers......

Sherlock: "Since you adore me so much, then I'll allow you to take some pictures once in a while, but ...... In return, youdoeverythingisay."

Toby's eyes widened,, this is the rhythm of forcing good to be a prostitute?

K's eyes widened,, this is the rhythm of beauty?

Meghan thinks she knows the whole truth: Sherlock must be interested in Connie, but she is still young, so he asks Connie to agree to his request, block one of her peach blossoms, and cultivate it well, and pick it up and take it under his command!

Connie struggles: That's the most brain-slicing or stuff of it. You can shoot Sherlock at any time......

Well, people always have to grow.

"Deal!" The two clapped their hands in tacit understanding.