In this world, there is a kind of coldness, which is called your mother who thinks you are cold, and then forces you to wear a pair of long-term pants, and even sends it to the company directly, so that colleagues in the company know that you are a person wearing long-term pants, and then most colleagues will smile the same because they are also wearing long-term pants.

As for Chen Ze, his mother seemed to like to send something to herself. After Chen Ze made the dish, she silently put it down. The taste was so unique that Chen Ze could not control it for the time being, let alone the bitter melon and other sent there.

"Oh, I hope this time it's a normal thing." Chen Ze could only pray silently in his heart, not sending any weird things to him, Chen Ze didn't know what he should do. It would be impossible to lose it if he lost it. After all, it's not good to waste food.

"Standard Manager, do you have black tea today?" As soon as Chen Ze heard this voice, he knew which customer was coming.

Originally, Chen Ze thought Professor Moriarty might not come after a while. After all, Professor Moriarty had said before that there was something to deal with, but he didn't expect it to be handled so quickly.

"I also want a cup of black tea. If there are other delicious foods, please recommend it to me." Another strange male voice, but Chen Ze didn't care. It was probably Professor Moriarty's follower. Professor Moriarty often came with Moran in the past.

"Professor Moriarty, in fact, I really didn't think you would come so early. Do you need to order anything other than black tea?" Chen Ze leaned out and looked at him, and then saw Moriarty smiling at him, and the tall man sitting next to him.

Chen Ze was stunned. The man was about six feet tall, with blue eyes, a hooked nose, a deer hunting hat, a cloak behind him, a pipe in his mouth, and was looking at him with deep eyes.

"This person... is it?" Chen Ze vaguely had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure. After all, if it was really that person, then why would he come with Professor Moriarty? This is unreasonable.

"Hello, I heard from Moriarty that you seem to like Watson's books?" The man spoke, his eyes still staring at Chen Ze without any slack.

"Then... are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze suddenly became excited, and the man looked quite surprised. He had already seen Chen Ze's emotions.

"Yes, I'm Sherlock Holmes. I'm very happy to know you, the magical Oriental." Holmes smiled, he stood up and held Chen Ze's hand.

"Oh my God, it's really you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, can you take a photo with me?" Chen Ze was very excited. Maybe he watched the Sherlock Holmes detective series since he was a child. Chen Ze liked this big detective very much. He didn't expect to see a real person now, and...

Why does this Sherlock Holmes always feel a bit like Juanfu's version? But that's fine. You can say that you took a photo with Juanfu without having to hide it alone.

"Photo taken? Of course this is OK, but do you have a camera here too?" Sherlock Holmes looked around and didn't see the things commonly used in cameras.

"No need to be so troublesome, Mr. Holmes, just look here." Chen Ze took out his cell phone and took a selfie with Holmes. The flash flashed and the photos were taken.

"It's such a magical place. In fact, Moriarty appeared in front of me and threatened me..." Sherlock Holmes was surprised. He looked at Chen Ze's cell phone in amazement. Chen Ze was showing him the photos he just took.

"Holmes, don't say anything. I just invited you to come here. Aren't you curious about this place?" Moriarty looked at Sherlock Holmes with a cold face, with dissatisfaction on his face. He did not threaten Holmes, but just invited him "friendly".

"If Moriarty, you want to point a gun as an invitation, I have no objection." Sherlock Holmes glanced at Moriarty and sarcastically.

Chen Ze had a headache. Should he say that he was Holmes and Moriarty, his natural enemy.

"Okay, professor, what do you want to eat?" Chen Ze pinched his eyebrows, then looked at the professor and asked.

"Just the last black tea, plus an Argentine barbecue, and a vegetable salad." Moriarty knew exactly what he wanted to eat, so he ordered it very quickly.

"Then please recommend mine to me, Mr. Manager." Sherlock Holmes sat down with a smile, which was exactly the farthest distance from Moriarty in the restaurant.

"Uh... OK." Chen Ze sighed. What else can he do? He can only go back to cook. As for Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, Chen Ze doesn't plan to take care of it.

Back at the kitchen, Chen Ze began to think about what to do for Sherlock Holmes. After all, what Professor Moriarty wants is very clear. Chen Ze only needs to do it, and it is not very difficult, but Sherlock Holmes is different.

Should I be considered a detective? Instead of following the order of what Professor Moriarty wants, Chen Ze asked him to make some recommended dishes.

"The store manager recommends the dishes. This thing hasn't appeared for a long time. Let's take a look..." Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and fell into deep thought.

"Are you afraid of sitting so far?" Moriarty sneered and looked coldly at Sherlock Holmes who was sitting the farthest.

"You and I know it all, why bother asking?" Sherlock Holmes drank black tea calmly. The taste of this black tea was different from what he often drank, but the taste was still very good, but the red wolfberry inside had a little impact on the taste.

"What do you think?" Moriarty asked in a daze, believing that Holmes knew what he meant.

"...The undead in England cannot rest in peace." Sherlock Holmes was silent for a while, and still answered Moriarty's question.

"It's not me who killed them. You should know that you have arrested them? The Great Detective?" Moriarty said the three words "The Great Detective" with a hint of ridicule.

"The murderer who killed them was caught, but the person who provided the knife to the murderer was still at large." Sherlock Holmes glanced at Moriarty, and he was still tracking the clues about this guy, but it has to be said that Moriarty was too cautious and it was difficult to convict.

"I don't plan to play those tricks anymore. It's boring. It's not as good as here." Moriarty looked at the kitchen with a deep look. He still wanted to know why this restaurant can appear out of thin air. Is this magic or technology?
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