After eating, Connie went up to the second floor to clean with her tools.

Sherlock took a shower and was sitting on the couch meditating.

Connie kept her movements to the lightest, trying not to disturb him.

"Connie, coffee." By the time she had finished sweeping the floor, changing the sheets, and smearing the ashes, Sherlock was still standing on the couch in the same cross-seated posture that had not changed for thousands of years.

"Give." Connie came up from downstairs with her coffee and threw all the dirty laundry into the basket, ready to take it downstairs to wash later.

"Aren't your feet numb when you sit like this?" Connie had been cleaning up for nearly an hour, and Sherlock had been sitting cross-legged for about an hour.

"It helps me think." Needless to say, it is one of his new thinking habits that he has recently developed.

"Oh." Connie picked up the last of her pants and threw them into the basket, carrying the basket and walking downstairs.

After throwing all the clothes into the washing machine, she took the small notebook and went up to the second floor.

Go to Sherlock's room and do your homework while rubbing the floor heat.

She has her own exclusive place.

Closing the notebook and setting it aside, she began to finish her homework for the day.

First, some simple math - no doubt within the contents of the ninety-nine multiplication table.

She glanced at it, scribbled her answer, and two minutes later wrote her name in the bottom right corner of the paper, setting it aside.

Tut-tut...... It's a great feeling to do your homework! ~

The key is that it will be ahahahaha......

Smiling silently, she took out her manual work, which was to draw a picture and make a teacup.

Connie didn't know what to draw without a theme, so she saw the violin on the shelf and started drawing on it.

#不是那种素描的画, but the kind of comic book #

Although it's just a black pen, I have to say that Connie's charm is good.

#天知道小提琴这种东西为什么会有神韵#

So, five minutes later, Connie took a closer look at her masterpiece and began to make teacups again.

#别误会, she doesn't need mud#

Just enough to make her own lunch tomorrow, so she can finish her homework and finish it all at the same time.

#简直完美#

She guessed that since the teacher said that she wanted to do it in the funniest way, she would make it with food.

#吃货永远不会被难倒! #

#而且总觉得自己会拔得头筹呢~#

She picked the largest green pepper from the refrigerator and dug up the inside, leaving only the outermost layer of skin - of course, she cut off the head of the branch so that it could be covered.

It looks like a green cup.

After cutting the shredded meat, chopped green onions and chopped mushrooms, Connie knocked an egg, mixed these ingredients into the green pepper after adjusting the taste, put them in the pot and steamed them for five minutes, and then put them in the refrigerator for preservation, so that they can be put in a thermos flask before leaving tomorrow.

There are also long strips of green peppers.

Connie cut them into sheets, put them together in equal shapes, mixed strawberries and flour, brushed the green skin on the inside and out, fried them in a pan of oil, and sprinkled with beautiful rose petals.

Because of the stickiness of the hot oil and flour, the petals stick almost as soon as they are touched on the skin, and they also emit a faint fragrance, but it does not spoil the beauty of the whole 'cup' shape at all.

Although it doesn't match the traditional cup, the cup in the eyes of children is strangely shaped.

Adjust the chopped short ribs to taste, fry them in an oil pan until they are slightly charred, sprinkle with pepper, salt and cumin, and then put them in a cup wrapped in green peppers.

Connie picked it up for a while, it looked a little rough, but the aroma pleased her.

This kind of dish is still created by herself, although I don't know if anyone else has made such a dish, but she is very satisfied with herself.

Well...... Why don't you make a few more and give Sherlock a late night snack later?

Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Henry would have liked the flavor as well.

Connie set the rest aside and began to ponder her third cup.

Although the teacher only asks for at least one, she still hopes that the teacher will look at her differently!

I don't know if doing three can make the teacher like one of them?

Gearing up, Connie took a deep breath and took out the small half of the watermelon in the refrigerator.

Cut the flesh into pieces and form a plate, leaving the skin behind.

After cutting into pieces, she used large pieces of transparent tape to piece these pieces together, looking at the somewhat stumbling cup, she took out a paintbrush and drew a few cats and some flowers and plants on it, but she didn't expect the effect to be really good.

On a whim, Connie painted herself, then Mrs. Hudson, Mr. Henry, Lestrade, and McCroft...... The last Sherlock, with a cat standing on his shoulder, and a little yellow chicken on top of his curly hair.

…… Burst!

When I came back to my senses, the watermelon skin was already full of paintings.

Connie looked at the dense painting and smiled awkwardly.

Finally, pour the prepared double skin milk into it and stuff it into the refrigerator.

"Connie, I'm hungry." As he stuffed the watermelon into the fridge, Sherlock appeared silently at the top of the stairs.

Connie was startled when she heard his voice.

All of a sudden, like a frightened rabbit, he turned around with a 'poof'.

The flickering fright on his face went unnoticed by Sherlock.

"What are you doing?" He asked, squinting at Connie.

"Nope!" Connie flicked her hands and made a big fork in front of her.

After a moment, he immediately realized how obvious it was that he was doing this, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Oh?" He replied meaningfully.

"Actually, I'm working on new dishes." Connie muttered with a bitter face.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and continued to look at her.

Connie looked at his undescriptive gaze and suddenly remembered his 'I'm hungry'.

"Why don't you try my new dish?" She put some of the extra chops and double skin milk into a bowl and handed it to him.

Because there was no extra steamed egg, she only took the last two dishes, and she didn't pack them with green peppers and watermelon.

In the transparent cup, there is a milky white double skin milk, and the color is lined with the pattern, which is really beautiful and tight.

Connie's share was sprinkled with rose petals and red beans, but since she was sprinkled with roses, Sherlock was expected to go berserk, so she only sprinkled a thick layer of red beans on top of the double skin milk: "I didn't put sugar, and if the double skin milk didn't add red beans, it might not taste good." ”

Sherlock nodded and took it, "Thank you." ”

Then he turned and went up to the second floor.

I really don't want to pursue Connie's previous expression.

Connie breathed a sigh of relief.

Sweating profusely, he looked at the refrigerator.

Oh my God, she's so kind-hearted!

I always felt that if Sherlock saw what she painted, she would definitely not end well......

Clapping her hands, Connie cleaned up the kitchen in twos and threes, took two pizzas, poured a Coke, and went up to the second floor.

When the door opened, Sherlock was eating double skin milk.

The platoon didn't move much.

Connie's eyelids jumped, and it was rare that Sherlock, who didn't like sweets, didn't hate double skin milk.

#不过也是情有可原的嘛#

#毕竟谁能逃脱双皮奶的魅力#

#这还是原味的#

#他日抹茶味一出, who in the world will compete with each other#

#霸气脸#

After a moment of pride, she took her place, opened her notebook and began to search Alice in Wonderland.

This is the book that the teacher wants them to read this month......