Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 54 Meow.

Mrs. Hudson stood at the door. She was wearing the most common house dress on the market.

It's light blue and looks like the material is pretty good, but it's a bit worn from the wash.

In this era, people's faith in the Holy See has been integrated into every detail of life. Most women's fashion clothes have some flavor of church nuns' clothes, and some are simply the same style, but in Some brightly colored prints are added to the collar and sleeve wrists.

For example, the pajamas that Mrs. Hudson wore before had a little bear printed on them. This kind of pajamas is actually not popular on the market.

"Lord Landlady? Haha, what a strange title this is, just call me Mrs. Hudson!"

Sherlock smiled: "Okay, Mrs. Hudson."

To be honest, at her age, it was a bit strange to have to call herself 'Mrs.', but Sherlock still changed the title.

"Actually, it's nothing important. It's just that I cooked a little too much for dinner, so I can't waste it, so I came up to see if you were there." She said casually, with a bit of a "stylish fried dough stick" smell.

This actually made Sherlock a little impressed, because the other party was obviously a kind-hearted person, otherwise he would not have made the risky move of "helping an unknown stranger";

But at the same time, she was able to have such a relaxed conversation with a man she had just met without any embarrassment, and even dared to take the initiative to invite him to her home for dinner. In fact, in Xiacheng District, after renting a house to someone, you must find an opportunity to take a look at him. Conduct yourself, talk, and find out whether the other person is a drunkard, gambler, etc. during small talk. This can be regarded as a guarantee for the safety of your own property.

Therefore, this ‘Mrs. Hudson’ turned out to be someone who knew very well how to survive for the common people in downtown.

Oh, I almost forgot, this landlady has owed a loan shark, okay? This made Sherlock have to re-examine the other party.

"Really! Holy Light, thank you so much. Please wait for me for two minutes, I need to change into something more decent."

“A very considerate and gentlemanly act.”

In this way, Sherlock returned to the bedroom, changed into a white shirt, put on a sleeveless jacket, and even tidied up his somewhat messy hair.

To some extent, meeting the landlord is more important than meeting the fiancée's parents.

After a few minutes.

The first floor of Building 221B is 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 the influence of love, or satisfaction, or attachment, or regret, or resentment, or wanting to give herself a few fucking slaps, and other emotions, no matter how much she decorates and conceals her incest, she will never have that kind of emotion again. The girl's disdain and ignorance towards unknown love deep down in her heart.

A drawing board in front of the window, a few bunches of bluebells on the bedside, a lightly scented blanket, and neatly stacked shoes in front of the door. You can feel in many details that this so-called Mrs. Hudson is living a very hard life. With.

And just live your own life, without any presumption that anyone else will intrude into your life.

Even the chair in front of the table and a pair of completely mismatched tableware were all newly purchased in the past few days.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson was bringing a pot of soup to the dining table, and Sherlock was also very discerning in placing their tableware neatly.

"Beef." The landlady said one word with a smile after putting down the soup pot.

Sherlock was slightly startled. Beef was not something that could be eaten casually. Subconsciously, he cast his gaze into the pot. In the golden soup inside, some ingredients painted with warm tones were floating quietly.

"Not a lot. I picked up a bargain at the market in the next block a few days ago."

"Can such a good thing be picked up cheaply?"

"Yes, a woman from the upper city brought a few servants to our place to buy beef. She probably wanted to invite someone from the Holy See to have dinner, and I don't know who listened to the nonsense about people from the lower city. The beef is fresh, after all, it is slaughtered here." The landlady said happily: "But during the purchase process, the woman actually said that she didn't want the buttocks of the cow, because it is the place where excretion is done and it is very dirty. Eat there. It is disrespectful to the members of the Holy See.

Oh my God! Those people uptown are crazy, they don’t know that the most delicious part of a cow is the butt.”

".Maybe what they eat is not the taste, but just a sense of ritual."

"Maybe. In short, several people around us saw this scene, and then discussed with the butcher at the stall, and divided the rest." Mrs. Hudson carefully sprinkled some pepper into the soup, Mei Mei He sniffed the increasingly alluring aroma: "Sometimes, the stupidity of the upper class seems to bring some benefits to the people of the lower class."

As he said that, he put some on the plate in front of Sherlock with a large spoon. The potatoes cut into small pieces had been simmered by the soup until they were soft, making people appetizing.

What followed was a not slow but harmonious meal, and the landlady even prepared some beer;

And Sherlock's ability to pretend is pretty good. Some small talk with a sense of humor and proper dining etiquette make the other party think that he will be a good tenant who will not cause trouble.

However, when he told the landlord that he was a detective, Mrs. Hudson obviously hesitated for a moment. Fortunately, after repeated considerations in her mind, she accepted Sherlock's profession.

What endeared her to Sherlock the most was that from beginning to end, the tenant only answered his own questions, but did not raise any too private questions in return.

This kind of trust is quite rare.

As for Shylock, of course he doesn't need to ask questions. In fact, he trusts his own reasoning and judgment more about other people's self-descriptions.

Although this landlady is serious in life, kind-hearted, and sometimes a little silly and innocent, she is very smart in certain things.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be a big iron rod hidden behind the curtain beside him, within easy reach.

Sherlock had every reason to believe that as long as he showed any drunken gaffes or abnormal behavior, the kind landlord would immediately pour the boiling soup on his face, then pick up a stick and give it to him. If you beat yourself down, you will be kicked out the next day.

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

at this time

"Stab~Stab~"

There was a small scratching sound at the door.

Mrs. Hudson turned to look at the door and said with a smile: "The little guy must have smelled the broth and couldn't stand it."

As she said this, as if to verify her words, the scratching at the door became harder, accompanied by some kind of angry and pitiful meowing sound.

"How about letting it in?" Sherlock suggested with a smile.

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

Then he stood up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, the cold wind blew into the house like every night, carrying London's unique humidity, dissipating a little of the warmth around the dining table. After the door opened, the little milk cat may have had a taste for an environment that it had never set foot in before. Being naturally cautious, he didn't rush in immediately, but his eyes were already staring directly in the direction of the broth, and he couldn't move away even an inch.

This 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:

"Judging from this rate of cooling, this little guy will probably freeze to death this winter."

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