Did Mcauliffe believe Shylock's reason for staying in New York and not returning to London?
Of course not.
This could be seen from Sherlock's sarcastic remark about him gaining weight almost every time they met.
Unless he was born with a physique that prevented him from gaining weight, the reason why he mocked him so confidently was either because he didn't have a good appetite or because he had a particularly strong self-control.
Mcauliffe didn't have to think much,
He could confirm that Shylock was indeed not a good appetite. There were three reasons —
First,
From the fact that Shylock gained 2.5kg, it proved that he wasn't born with a physique that prevented him from gaining weight.
Secondly, his self-control was so strong that even Sherlock couldn't resist the temptation of desserts even though he was secretly jealous of him.
Third,
Shylock often did things like not eating in order to keep his brain clear.
So, in summary,
Mcauliffe certainly didn't believe Shylock's nonsense about New York's food being more appetizing than London's food.
Although British food was sometimes … well, it was hard to say.
But he didn't think American food was much better than British food (from the pride and prejudice of an Englishman).
Even though this was a Chinese restaurant, American Chinese food was not uncommon in New York.
So, compared to Shylock, who was so tempted by New York's food that he forgot about home,
Mcauliffe felt that the reason he gave Shylock was more reasonable.
Shylock: "…"
Reasonable was quite reasonable.
But the problem was that when it came to Issou's Chinese food, reasonable became unreasonable.
Shylock glanced at his brother who mocked him again.
He was not surprised at all by Moriarty's reaction. He just remembered that when he told Moriarty the truth, he had a similar reaction to Moriarty.
Now that he thought about it …
Yeah.
Shylock felt that it was better not to think about it. After all, it was a dark history.
There was no need to look back.
He said to Mcauliffe, "Do you have any misunderstandings about not acclimatizing?"
"Of course not."
Mcauliffe shook his head.
He turned the little black umbrella in his hand and then said, "What I want to know is, Shylock, do you have any misunderstandings about my IQ?"
As he said that,
He smiled at Shylock.
"Did you forget that when you saw me when you were young, you thought you were an idiot?"
Shylock: "…"
So what he meant was..,
Who gave an idiot like you the confidence to say such a stupid reason to me?
Mcauliffe: "…"
It's not impossible to interpret it that way.
Shylock: "…"
"Cough cough."
As Shylock's Roommate..,
Watson, who had seen him and Mcauliffe many times, saw that Mcauliffe had exposed Shylock's dark history. He couldn't help but change the topic. He said, "We meet again, Mcauliffe, how have you been recently?"
"Of course."
Mcauliffe nodded at Watson. After his gaze swept over him, he said with a smile on his face, "But it seems that I haven't been as comfortable as you guys have been recently."
"Haha."
Hearing Mcauliffe's words, Watson laughed awkwardly and subconsciously sucked in his small belly.
This was irrefutable evidence that he had been living a comfortable life recently.
But then again, before he ate the Chinese food made by Issou, he didn't understand what was going on with Mcauliffe, who exercised often but couldn't avoid the existence of a small belly. Until he ate the Chinese food made by Issou.
He understood now.
It wasn't that he couldn't control his mouth or move his legs, but the speed of his legs couldn't keep up with the frequency of his mouth opening.
Plus, after eating a delicious and satisfying Chinese meal, who would want to stand up immediately to maintain their posture?
No one.
Watson was certain, because the most appropriate thing to do at this time was to lean back in the chair and quietly enjoy the after-dinner sage time, okay?
When Watson was repelled by Mcauliffe's words, Shylock spoke. He said, "It turns out that after escaping your surveillance, anyone can live a comfortable life."
After hearing Shylock's words, Mcauliffe had to admit that they had been living a comfortable life recently, whether it was Shylock, who had gained 2.5kg, Watson, who had a small belly, or …
When Mcauliffe's gaze fell on him, Moriarty took the initiative to explain clearly. He said, "Wait a minute, I'm living a comfortable life thanks to your surveillance."
"Of course."
The corners of Mcauliffe's mouth turned into a perfect curve, and he gave Moriarty a decent smile. He said, "In fact, whether it's Shylock or John, they're living a comfortable life thanks to you."
Moriarty was speechless.
Moriarty felt that the credit he was talking about was different from the credit he knew.
Mcauliffe was speechless.
You're right.
Moriarty was speechless.
But as if he did not see it, he smiled back at McAuliffe and said, "You're welcome. As a British citizen, I don't mind taking care of your child for a few days, Mr. Holmes, for the sake of your dedication to the United Kingdom."
After hearing Moriarty's words, Mcauliffe raised his eyebrows slightly, then gave him an official but somewhat fake smile. He said, "Professor Moriarty, I'm really touched that you can still remember that you are a British citizen. I hope that when you set foot on British soil again, you will still remember what you said now."
She didn't want to go around causing explosions like a happy horse the moment she returned to London.
"Of course."
Moriarty nodded insincerely and said, "I always remember that I am a British citizen."
Mcauliffe pretended not to see Moriarty's perfunctory response and said, "That's great. I think this is undoubtedly good news for all British citizens."
"Shut up. You guys are really stupid for feigning civility."
The detective, who was dissed by his own brother as an idiot and his nemesis as a child, glanced at Mycoff and Moriarty before mocking them. "You have to know that the IQ of the entire Chinese restaurant has been dragged down by you two."
"Behave yourself, Shylock."
Being dissed by his younger brother, Macoff was completely indifferent. He had no choice. After all, his younger brother had always been an idiot in his eyes, hadn't he?
So when he heard Shylock's words, he was also calm. He said, "Even if you live in New York for a while, I hope you remember that you are a British citizen."
After reprimanding his younger brother, the British government looked at Issou and said, "In addition to Professor Moriarty, I also have to thank you, Miss Issou."
At this point, the smile on his lips deepened, and then he said, "I believe that Shylock was able to gain 2.5 kilograms in a short period of time because of you."
"Uh."
Hearing Mcauliffe's words, Issou did not know how to respond. She was not surprised that he said her name out loud. After all, the status of this Mr. Mcauliffe in Britain, in Shylock's words, was —
He was the British government.
But now, this British government official was speaking to her in a tone that said, "Thank you so much for taking care of my little brat in kindergarten." She thought about how he had just dissed her younger brother without any consideration for her feelings. Although he wasn't as sincere as before, at least he was willing to put on a show. Yi Su …
Issou was inexplicably flattered, so she blurted out, "You're too kind. It's mainly because Shylock is easier to feed."
Mcauliffe, "…???"
Shylock, "…???"
The others, "…???"
Issou, "…!!!???"
"That, that, that …"
Izzo, who didn't expect herself to say such a thing, had an awkward expression on her face. Not to mention the reactions of the others, the two Sherlock Holmes were stunned by her words, which made her feel a little scared.
The black-haired girl hurriedly explained, "Well, I mean, maybe it's because I'm a better cook."
Although it seemed wrong to inexplicably praise someone when they were being thanked, Issou felt that it was much better than saying that Shylock was easier to feed.
"Well, I think so."
Mcauliffe, who was both dumbfounded and amused by the black-haired girl's words, now had a more sincere smile on his face. He said, "After all, he's younger. John and Professor Moriarty's weight gain is the best proof."
Shylock, Watson, and Moriarty, who also gained weight because of Issou's Chinese food, were speechless.
Shut up!
You haven't eaten and you're already fat!
"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Mcauliffe Holmes, Shylock's brother."
Mcauliffe not only dressed like an English gentleman, but he also behaved like a proper gentleman.
"How do you do, Mr. Holmes?"
Issou quickly introduced himself. "My name is Issou."
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Issou."
Mcauliffe looked at Issou and said, "I hope I'll have the opportunity to taste your Chinese food today. I think this will be one of the reasons why I didn't come to New York in vain."
Like Shylock, before he came to "my Chinese restaurant" for the first time and tasted Issou's Chinese food, he also thought that her Chinese food must be delicious.
But even so, like Shylock, who didn't believe that Moriarty really stayed in New York because of Issou's Chinese food, Mcauliffe didn't believe that his younger brother, who was obsessed with cases and not food, would insist on staying in New York for a bite to eat.
"Of course not …"
"There's no need for that."
Before Issou could finish her answer to Mcauliffe, Shylock interrupted her and completely twisted her meaning. He first glanced at the British government and then said to the black-haired girl, "Issou, some things are better left unsaid. After all, the British government's time is precious. It's more suitable for fast food than Chinese food."
Shylock emphasized the word "British government", then turned to Mcauliffe and said, "So, I won't see you out."
"I'm glad you know how precious my time is, Shylock."
Mcauliffe pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his brother's tone and then said, "But there is one thing I have to correct —"
He looked at Issou and said with a smile, "I'm just a low-ranking official in the British government."
Shylock said, "Yes, I'm just a low-ranking civil servant who decides national policy time and time again."
The last "only" was said in a sarcastic tone.
Looking at the two brothers who seemed to be ready to fight, Issou tactfully slapped the menu … into Moriarty's arms, indicating that he should serve the two Holmes.
Moriarty, "…???"
Sweethearts.
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
I'm also a diner, not a waiter, okay?
When Issou met Moriarty's gaze, he winked at him and smiled sweetly.
If she could, of course, she didn't need Moriarty to help her serve Mcauliffe and Shylock, but she couldn't do that now.
Don't hit Moriarty carelessly.
Moriarty, "…"
What could he do when she smiled so sweetly?
Of course, he would help her serve Mcauliffe and Shylock.
#
With Moriarty's help, Clarice and the others were relieved. Although they were all mutated humans compared to them, but —
F * cking scary, their aura is so strong!
The three mutated waiters at "My Chinese Restaurant" trembled under the pressure of Mcauliffe's aura.
Watson, "…"
I want to tremble too.
In the beginning, when he ate with Shylock and Moriarty, he was bullied by them. Later, when he ate with Old Stan and Mrs. Hudson, he was bullied by them. Now, he had to eat with Shylock, Moriarty, and Mcauliffe. Watson …
Watson had an inexplicable ominous premonition.
At this moment, Mcauliffe didn't know what Watson was thinking because his attention was focused on Shylock and Moriarty. When he saw the actions of his deskmate, he quickly frowned.
The relationship between his younger brother and Moriarty seemed to be closer than he thought, which was not good news.
"I think after this lunch, Shylock and John will go back to London with me?"
“No。”
When he heard Mcauliffe's words, Shylock refused without hesitation. Seeing that he was about to speak, he interrupted him and said, "Don't try to threaten me with your title."
[You want to give me a title?]
[Try another way to threaten me?]
Since Shylock said what he wanted to say, Mcauliffe was not angry. He said, "If you like Chinese food, I think there's a Chinese restaurant on Baker Street."
"You're mistaken about one thing, Mcauliffe."
Shylock looked at Mcauliffe and said, "I just like to eat Chinese food made by Issou."
"Don't look like you'll starve to death if you don't eat Chinese food made by Issou when you're back in London, Shylock."
Mcauliffe glanced at his younger brother and said, "If that's the case, you should really review your poor self-control."
"Tsk."
When he heard Mcauliffe's words, Shylock suddenly sneered. He looked at Pietro, who came out of the kitchen with the dishes, and suddenly put on a fake smile at his brother. He said, "I really hope you can find your strong self-control later."
Shylock's words made Mcauliffe raise his eyebrows slightly, but before he had time to say anything, the first dish, cherry meat, was served.
When the British government saw this dish, they knew why their younger brother said that, because —
The bright red, round cherry meat was neatly arranged next to the stir-fried pea sprouts. The emerald green color made the bright red cherry meat even more beautiful and attractive. It looked like cherries that had just been picked from the tree, and it was mouth-watering.
Mcauliffe gave the appearance of this dish full marks. Having eaten this traditional Chinese dish before, he knew very well that the minimum requirement for this dish was to be seductive.
And Issou did this impeccably.
Even though he had not eaten it yet, just looking at the cherry meat that was very similar to real cherries made Mcauliffe's mind involuntarily recall the sweet and sour taste of cherries. Just thinking about it made him salivate.
But …
Mcauliffe thought to himself, did Shylock have some misunderstanding about his self-control? Or did he think that a mere Chinese dish would be enough to break Holmes' willpower?
With this thought in mind, the British government looked relaxed. He casually picked up a piece of cherry meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
When the round, agate-like cherry meat entered his mouth, Mikov's expression froze. In that instant, the tip of his tongue came into contact with a hint of fresh fruity fragrance. When he bit down, layers of fat and lean meat crisscrossed, tender and delicious, neither greasy nor dry.
When he chewed in his mouth, the sweet taste of cherries absorbed in the meat seemed to be released at once. The soft but not strong taste immediately aroused his appetite.
Eating such a delicacy that was full of the smell of spring inexplicably gave people the illusion that spring was quietly approaching. Mcauliffe even felt that as long as he closed his eyes gently, he could feel the gentle spring breeze caressing his face and hear the sound of everything coming back to life.
The cherry meat that turned into the messenger of spring used its alluring color and its moving figure to entangle all the negative emotions in people's hearts, making them feel as if they had fallen into a gentle village. All of a sudden, they let go of their hands that were originally tightly clinging to it and quietly left with the messenger of spring as if their souls had been turned upside down.
Mcauliffe had noticed that something was wrong. These dishes had a kind of magic that made people involuntarily addicted and depraved. They used their delicious taste to soften the rationality and willpower of others.
Mcauliffe knew very well that if he didn't stop, he would be completely immersed in the land of gentleness like those who were hooked by the messenger of spring.
However, some things couldn't be stopped immediately. As mentioned before, even someone with strong self-control like Mcauliffe couldn't resist the temptation of desserts, let alone Chinese food that looked, smelled, and tasted good.
When the second dish, Fried Double Crisps in Oil, was served on the table, even Mcauliffe himself didn't notice that his will had been directly softened by the fragrance before he had time to taste it.
This extremely difficult Shandong dish used stir-fried vegetable oil as the main oil. After the pig tripe tip and chicken gizzard slices were stir-fried in boiling oil with exquisite knife skills, the aroma was tempting. The white and red color complemented each other was even more beautiful, which greatly stimulated the appetite of the diners.
The color and fragrance were so attractive that Mcauliffe already had high expectations for it before he had time to eat it. When he picked up a piece and put it into his mouth, the taste was so amazing that he almost lost his composure.
The reason why this Fried Double Crisps in Oil was one of the most difficult dishes to make in Chinese food was that it had strict and even harsh requirements on the heat.
If it was done a second earlier, it wouldn't be cooked.
If it was done a second later, it wouldn't be crispy.
For people like Pietro and Bari, they might be able to stretch out a second, but for ordinary people, a second was too short, so short that they would miss it before they could grasp it.
This showed how difficult it was to make this Fried Double Crisps in Oil.
But when they took a bite, Mcauliffe and the others could clearly see how precise Issou's control of the heat was. This was because when they took a bite of the Fried Double Crisps in Oil, the texture was so tender and fresh that it was unbelievable.
For people like Mcauliffe and the others, the degree of precision in timing was indeed from the minute to the second, but even so, they were still amazed by Issou's superb cooking skills.
It seemed that no matter what kind of ingredient it was, as long as it was in Issou's hands and was cooked by her magical hands, everything would become an intoxicating delicacy.
For example, the meat of the chicken breast was soft and tender, light but refreshing. It looked no different from the breast meat they usually ate, but when they ate it, it was so delicious that they couldn't stop praising it.
The most amazing dish for Mcauliffe and the others was the milk soup cattail. As one of the traditional soups in the Jinan region of Shandong Province, it looked exceptionally beautiful.
Crisp and tender sections of cattail greens, soft mushrooms, and slices of ham and various green vegetables were all floating on top of the rich milky white soup.
This milk soup cattail cattail, which was known as the "crown of soups in Jinan", was enough to confirm that it wouldn't taste too bad just from its appearance alone. But even so, its degree of deliciousness was still stunning.
As soon as the rich milk soup entered their mouths, it was so smooth that they didn't even have time to carefully savor it before it slid down their throats. The aroma of the milk soup instantly filled their internal organs.
The originally simple ingredients, such as the tasteless Cattail Leaf, the tender and smooth water mushroom, the Magnolia Slice which was named after its shape and color resembled the petals of the Magnolia Flower, the evenly distributed ham meat, and so on, all became particularly different because of the mellow and rich taste of the milk soup.
The various ingredients seemed to be dancing a waltz on the tip of the tongue, dancing and intertwining with each other to create an irresistible taste. One could only let it lead one's taste buds into a carnival.
…
At this moment, Mcauliffe was like Shylock, who was visiting "my Chinese restaurant" for the first time. After the delicious delicacies and fragrant soup entered his mouth, he felt that every inch of his bones and every bit of his rationality was immersed in the gentleness of the food, unable to extricate himself.
What?
Did you ask Mcauliffe if he had forgotten the purpose of his visit to New York? Did you also forget that before the first bite, he even thought that Issou was only cooking Chinese food?
…
…
…
I'm not.
I'm not.
Don't talk nonsense.
The British government was busy sending out three consecutive denials while taking the time to think about whether he should bring Issou back to London or change his title. For example …
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