Mrs. Hudson stood in the doorway...... She wears the most common homefront skirt on the market.

Light blue, it looks like the material is not bad, but it has been washed a little old.

In this era, the people's faith in the Holy See has really been integrated into every detail of life, and most of the women's fashionable clothing has some flavor of church nun clothes, and some are simply the same style, but with some colorful prints on the neckline and sleeves.

For example, Mrs. Hudson's pajamas were printed with a bear on them, which was not really popular in the market.

"Your Excellency? Hehe, what kind of strange name is this, call me Hudson...... Just be a lady! ”

Sherlock smiled, "Okay, Mrs. Hudson. ”

To be honest, it was a bit strange that she had to call herself 'Mrs.' at her age, but Sherlock changed her title anyway.

"Actually, it doesn't matter, it's just that I made a little more dinner, and I can't waste it, so I'll come up and see if you're there." She said very casually, with the smell of 'old fritters'.

This made Sherlock a little impressed, because the other party was obviously the kind of person with a good heart, otherwise he would not have made the risky act of 'helping an unknown passerby';

But at the same time, she was able to have such a relaxed conversation with a man she had just met, and even dared to take the initiative to invite the other party to dinner at home...... In fact, in the lower city, after renting a house to a person, you must find an opportunity to see the other person's personality, talk, and see if the other party is a drunkard, gambler, etc., which is considered to be a guarantee of the safety of your own property.

So, this 'Mrs. Hudson' turned out to be a person who knew very well how the common people of the lower city would survive.

Oh, I almost forgot that this landlady was a loan shark...... Well, this makes Sherlock have to take a second look at the other party.

"Really! Holy Light above, that's a great thank you. Please wait two minutes, I need to go and change into a decent dress. ”

"Very sweet gentlemanly behaviour ......"

With that, Sherlock went back to the bedroom, changed into a white shirt, put on a sleeveless jacket, and even tidied up his somewhat disheveled hair.

Meeting the landlord is in some ways more important than meeting the fiancée's parents.

......

......

A few minutes later.

The first floor of Building 221B, the home of the landlady.

In fact, as soon as you walk in, you will know that the owner of this room cannot be a married woman, or even a girl with an object of admiration!

A woman who is experiencing love, or satisfaction, or attachment, or remorse, or resentment, or fucking wants to give herself a few slaps, and so on, no matter how much she decorates and conceals it, it is impossible to have the disdain and ignorance of unknown love in the bottom of a girl's heart.

A sketchpad in front of the window, a few bunches of bellflowers at the head of the bed, a blanket with a faint fragrance, and neatly stacked shoes in front of the door, many details can be felt, and the so-called Mrs. Hudson is living very hard.

And just living on their own, without the assumption that anyone else will intrude into their lives.

Even the chair in front of the table, as well as a pair of completely mismatched cutlery, were newly bought in the past few days.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson was bringing a pot of soup to the table, and Sherlock had the sight to put the two of them in neat order.

"Beef." After the landlady put down the soup pot, she smiled and said a word.

Sherlock was slightly stunned, beef is not something that can be eaten casually, subconsciously, he cast his eyes to the pot, and in the golden soup inside, some ingredients that have been rendered in warm colors float quietly.

"It's not a lot, I picked up a bargain in the market next door a few days ago."

"This kind of good thing can also be picked up cheaply?"

"Yes, there is a woman from the upper city who brought a few domestic servants to buy beef from us, probably to invite someone from the Holy See to dinner, but I don't know who to listen to, saying that the beef in the lower city is fresh, after all, the slaughter is here." The landlady said happily: "But in the process of purchasing, the woman actually said that she did not want the buttocks of the cow, because it was a place of excrement, it was very dirty, and it was disrespectful to the papal seeers to eat there."

Oh, my God! The people in Uptown are crazy, they don't know that the tastiest part of a cow is the rump ......."

“...... Maybe what they eat is not a taste, just a sense of ritual. ”

"Probably, anyway, a few people around us saw this scene, and then discussed it with the butcher of the stall, and divided the rest." Mrs. Hudson carefully sprinkled some pepper into the soup and sniffed the increasingly tempting aroma: "Sometimes, the stupidity of the upper classes seems to bring some good to the lower classes. ”

As he spoke, he served some of the potatoes on the plate in front of Sherlock with a large spoon, and the small pieces of potatoes had been simmered in the soup, which made people appetize.

Next, it was a not-so-slow, but very harmonious meal, and the landlady even prepared some beers;

And Sherlock's ability to pretend is not bad, some small talk with a sense of humor, and just the right dining etiquette, making the other party think that he will be a good tenant who does not cause trouble.

However, when he told the landlord that he was a detective, Mrs. Hudson apparently hesitated, but after careful consideration, she accepted Sherlock's profession.

What made her feel good about Sherlock the most was that the tenant was only answering his own questions all the time, but he didn't ask any questions that were too private.

This kind of trust is quite rare.

As for Sherlock...... Of course, he doesn't need to ask questions, in fact, he trusts his own reasoning and judgment more in other people's self-descriptions.

This landlady, don't look at life seriously, she is kind, and sometimes she has a little stupid sense of simplicity, but in some things, she is very shrewd.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be behind the curtain next to him, where he could reach it at will, hiding a big iron rod.

Sherlock has every reason to believe that as long as he shows some drunken gaffe or perverted behavior, the kind landlord will definitely put the hot soup on his face as soon as possible, and then pick up the stick and hammer himself down, and the next day, he will be swept away.

This may be the unique sense of contrast that a person with a simple nature has been cultivated for life in the current era.

That's when ......

"Thorn ~ stab ~ "

There was a small scratching sound at the door.

Mrs. Hudson turned her head to look at the door, and said with a smile, "It must be that little fellow who smells the broth and can't stand it." ”

As she spoke, as if to verify her words, the scratching of the doorway intensified, accompanied by a pitiful meow in a certain rage.

"Or else...... Let it in? Sherlock smiled and suggested.

The landlady hesitated for a while, and finally sighed helplessly: "Well, if you don't give it a point, this little guy will probably hate me for the rest of my life." ”

Then he got up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, the cold wind blew into the house as every night, carrying the dampness peculiar to London, dispelling the warmth around the dining table a little, and the little milk cat may have a natural caution about the environment that has not been set foot in after the door was opened, and did not rush in at the first time, but its eyes were already staring directly in the direction of the broth, and it couldn't move away for half a minute.

This kind of look of wanting to eat to death, but still a little scared, made Sherlock feel a little funny, and at the same time, there was a little worry in his smile:

"At this rate of cooling, this little guy ...... Probably freeze to death this winter......"