In this world, there was a kind of coldness. If your mother felt that you were cold, she would force you to wear a pair of long johns. She would even send them directly to the office to let everyone know that you were a person who wore long johns. Then, most of the colleagues would show the same smile because they were also forced to wear long johns.
As for Chen Ze, his mother seemed to especially like sending him things. The black garlic that was previously sent, Chen Ze silently put it aside after cooking once. The taste was too unique. Chen Ze could not handle it for the time being, let alone the bitter gourd that was sent later.
"Sigh, I hope it's something normal this time." Chen Ze could only pray silently in his heart that no strange things would be sent over when the time came. Chen Ze did not know what he should do. It was impossible to throw it away. After all, it was not good to waste food.
"Mr. Store Manager, do you have black tea today?" As soon as he heard the voice, Chen Ze knew who the customer was.
Originally, Chen Ze thought that Professor Moriarty might come after a while. After all, Professor Moriarty had said that he had something to deal with. He did not expect to deal with it so quickly.
"I also want a cup of black tea. If there's anything delicious, please recommend it to me." It was another unfamiliar male voice, but Chen Ze did not pay attention to it. He guessed that it was Professor Moriarty's follower. Professor Moriarty used to come with Moran often.
"Professor Moriarty, actually, I didn't expect you to come so early. Other than black tea, do you want anything else?" Chen Ze poked his head out to take a look. Then, he saw Moriarty looking at him with a smile and a tall man sitting beside him.
Chen Ze was stunned. The man was about six feet tall. He had blue eyes, an aquiline nose, a deer-hunting hat, and a cape behind him. There was a pipe in his mouth and he was looking at him with deep eyes.
"This... is?" Chen Ze had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure. After all, if it was really that person, why would he come with Professor Moriarty? That didn't make sense.
"Hello, I heard from Moriarty that you seem to like Watson's books a lot?" the man asked. His eyes were still fixed on Chen Ze, not relaxing at all.
"So... you are Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze suddenly became excited, and the man looked quite surprised. He had already seen through Chen Ze's mood.
"Yes, I am Sherlock Holmes. It's a pleasure to meet you, magical Easterner." Holmes smiled. He stood up and shook Chen Ze's hand.
"Oh my god, it's really you, Mr. Holmes. Can I have a picture with you?" Chen Ze was very excited. It was probably because he had watched Sherlock Holmes when he was a child. Chen Ze liked this great detective very much. He did not expect to see him in person now, and …
Why did this Sherlock Holmes feel a bit like Curly Curls' version of Sherlock Holmes? However, this was also a good thing. He could say that the photo was taken with Blessedcurls, and he wouldn't have to hide it.
"A picture? Of course, but do you have a camera here, manager? "Holmes looked around and did not see anything commonly used for cameras.
"You don't have to go through so much trouble, Mr. Holmes. Just look here." Chen Ze took out his phone and took a selfie with Holmes. The camera flashed, and the picture was taken.
"What a magical place. Moriarty actually appeared in front of me and threatened me …" Holmes was very surprised. He looked at Chen Ze's phone in awe. Chen Ze was showing him the picture he had just taken.
"Holmes, there are some things you shouldn't say. I just invited you here. Aren't you curious about this place?" Moriarty looked at Holmes coldly with dissatisfaction. He did not threaten Holmes. It was just a "friendly" invitation.
"Moriarty, if you want to take pointing a gun at me as an invitation, I have no objections." Holmes glanced at Moriarty and sneered.
Chen Ze felt a headache coming on. As expected of Holmes and Moriarty, they were natural enemies.
"Alright, Professor. What would you like to eat?" Chen Ze pinched his eyebrows and asked the professor.
"Black tea from last time, plus an Argentinian barbecue, and a vegetable salad." Moriarty knew what he wanted to eat, so he ordered quickly.
"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Manager to recommend me something." Holmes sat down with a smile. He was the furthest away from Moriarty in the restaurant.
"Uh … Okay." Chen Ze sighed. What else could he do? He could only go back to cooking. As for Holmes and Moriarty, Chen Ze did not intend to care about them.
Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze began to think about what he should make for Holmes. After all, Professor Moriarty's request was very clear. All Chen Ze had to do was make it, and it was not too difficult. Holmes, on the other hand, was different.
Should he say that he was a great detective? He did not order what Professor Moriarty wanted. Instead, he asked Chen Ze to make some dishes.
"Recommended dishes, Mr. Manager? This hasn't been seen for a long time. Let me see …" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, deep in thought.
"You're sitting so far away. Are you afraid?" Moriarty sneered and looked coldly at Holmes, who was sitting the furthest away.
"You and I are well aware of it, so why bother asking?" Holmes drank the black tea calmly. The taste of the black tea was different from what he usually drank, but it still tasted good. The red goji berries in it affected the texture a little.
"What do you have in mind, then?" Moriarty asked thoughtlessly, and he was sure Holmes knew what he meant.
"… The undead of England cannot rest in peace." Holmes was silent for a moment, but he still answered Moriarty's question.
"I'm not the one who killed them. You should know that. Haven't you already arrested them? Great detective? "When Moriarty said the word" great detective ", there was a hint of mockery in his voice.
"Their murderer has been arrested, but the person who provided the knife to the murderer is still at large." Holmes glanced at Moriarty. He was still trying to track down this guy, but he had to admit that Moriarty was too cautious. It would be difficult to convict him.
"I don't want to play those little games anymore. It's boring. It's better here." Moriarty looked at the kitchen with a deep gaze. He still wanted to know how this restaurant could appear out of thin air. Was it magic or technology?
"I want to know too. But I will still arrest you." Holmes also looked at the kitchen.
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