allendalepharm Chapter 605 Party.
Chapter 605 Party.
Finally, after Andrew's detailed explanation, the landlady picked up one of the tomatoes with some doubt.
She looked at the tomato carefully. From the outside, it was indeed no different from other fresh tomatoes, bright red, with smooth skin and no obvious blemishes.
However, when the landlady gently cut the tomato, something unexpected happened.
As the blade cut into the tomato, an unpleasant smell hit her nose. At the same time, a stream of rotten juice flowed out from the cut and even splashed onto her hands.
The landlady looked at the cut tomato in her hand in surprise. The flesh inside had completely rotted and had a disgusting color and texture.
The flesh, which should have been plump and juicy, has now become mushy, as if it had been corroded by some kind of bacteria.
She couldn't help but exclaim: "This is incredible! This tomato looks fresh!"
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At this moment, the landlady suddenly realized how inappropriate her behavior was, and a trace of embarrassment and regret appeared on her face. How could she serve rotten vegetables to the guests? This was simply disrespectful and neglectful to the guests!
However, surprisingly, Andrew did not show much dissatisfaction or concern about this situation. He smiled and said in a tolerant and understanding tone:
"It's all right, Mrs. Hudson. Plants grow out of the earth, go through a cycle of life, and eventually return to the soil. It's just a natural process."
Andrew's words surprised the landlady. She had thought that the guest would be dissatisfied with such a mistake and might even leave angrily.
But Andrew's reaction was so calm and open-minded that it greatly changed her impression of him.
Andrew's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile as warm as a spring breeze, a smile that seemed to be able to melt the ice of winter.
His eyes rested on Mrs. Hudson, gentle and kind.
Then he slowly extended his fingers towards the plate of rotten salad, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of waking something.
When his fingertips touched the pile of rotten vegetables, a miracle happened - the originally wilted and yellowed leaves seemed to be enchanted and regained vitality. They became emerald green, as if they had just been picked from the fields.
Andrew looked at this scene, his smile widened, and he said softly: "However, these plants don't seem to want to return to the soil so soon." His voice was low and magnetic, as if it contained an irresistible power.
What a gentle and gentlemanly man...
Mrs. Hudson had a good impression of the elf named Andrew. Just like in the stories passed down from mouth to mouth, elves were gentle and friendly creatures.
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Holmes agreed to Andrew's invitation without hesitation.
After all, such opportunities are rare, and being able to taste unique delicacies from other places is undoubtedly a novel and exciting experience for Holmes.
However, Mycroft on the side holds a different view on this. He is well aware of Holmes' strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge about the other world, but he is also clearly aware of the risks that may be hidden behind this invitation.
Originally, if it was just to taste some elf food, Mycroft might not have been so worried.
After all, elves usually feed on vegetables and fruits, which are relatively safe and will not cause much impact on the human body.
However, when Andrew revealed that tonight's meal would be prepared by Norton and Antonio, Mycroft's worries were instantly magnified several times.
Norton, the evil god from magma, and Antonio, the devil from hell, how could the food they made be suitable for human consumption?
Mycroft couldn't help but imagine the horrific dishes that might appear on the table, perhaps unidentified objects scorched by flames, or dark cuisine that exuded a foul odor.
When he thought about this, his stomach began to churn.
"Holmes, I think you'd better find a doctor in advance." Mycroft said to Holmes worriedly, "After all, no one knows what kind of 'delicious food' those two guys will make."
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Holmes was completely indifferent and unmoved by what his brother said, and he was too lazy to even respond.
But if you think about it carefully, could this be a common problem in the Holmes family? It seems that everyone in this family has a very high IQ, but their EQ is extremely poor, which can be said to be shockingly low.
The reasons for this situation are not complicated. Take what Mycroft said just now, for example. He said it in front of Andrew without any scruples.
You have to know that such words are a great offense and disrespect to anyone. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably lose his temper on the spot or even hit the person.
Therefore, Andrew's decision not to beat Mycroft up on the spot was considered quite cultured and well-mannered.
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However, when he really arrived at the Golden Rose Theatre, Holmes really wanted to shout:
Brother, can you still come and save me? ! (┯_┯)
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When we arrived at the street near the Golden Rose Theater, it was like a bustling market.
The streets were lined with all kinds of tables, each with many strange things on it.
These things seem a little hard to describe, um... should they be called food, right?
Those non-human beings gathered here happily. Some were standing, some were sitting, some were laughing, and some were making noises, as if they were holding a small party.
The air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, some like burnt rubber, some like rotten fruit, and some like spoiled milk, which made people feel uncomfortable when they smelled them.
Andrew excitedly took Holmes' hand, walked through the crowd, and went straight to the pile of food. With a smile on his face, he enthusiastically introduced each kind of food to Holmes, as if they were all delicacies in the world.
However, Holmes's expression became increasingly ugly. He looked at the so-called "food" and his stomach churned.
Some of the objects looked like they had been fished out of a swamp and were covered in green slime; others looked like they had been dug out from the ground and had a pungent smell.
Andrew seemed to be completely unaware of Holmes' discomfort. He pointed to a large pot on the ground with great interest and said to Holmes, "How about trying this? It's delicious!"
Holmes looked closely and saw that the cauldron was filled with a turbid liquid with many eyeballs as big as his fists floating in it. Andrew was even kind enough to put a plate and bowl next to it for him, and there were even a few severed fingers floating in it.
The soup was still bubbling, as if telling him some horror story.
"What is this?" Holmes' voice trembled a little.
"Cyclops eyeball soup!" Andrew answered excitedly, "This is our special delicacy here!" Then he took two wooden bowls from the side, filled one bowl, and handed it to Holmes, "Try it, it's delicious~"
Holmes carefully took the bowl of soup from Andrew, as if he was holding a bomb that was about to explode. His brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were full of doubt and fear.
He slowly picked up the wooden spoon, as if he was treating an extremely precious item, and gently poked the eyeball in the bowl. Instantly, a feeling of nausea came over him, and he almost vomited his lunch.
The bursting eyeball, mixed with the white and yellow stuff inside, gave off a disgusting smell. Holmes suppressed his discomfort and tried not to make his expression too out of control.
However, when he looked up and saw Andrew's expectant eyes, he knew he couldn't escape. Not only that, since he was the only human in the room, almost all the monsters looked at him, either curiously or strangely.
With so many non-humans staring at him, Holmes felt a huge pressure. He knew that if he didn't eat the soup, it would not only disappoint Andrew, but also cause dissatisfaction among other monsters.
Helplessly, Holmes took a deep breath, calmed himself, and looked at the bowl of soup again. The eyeballs in the soup rose and fell, as if mocking his cowardice, and the floating red bloodshot made him shudder.
Holmes closed his eyes and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that after eating this bowl of soup, he would drink a lot of salt water and spit it out. Then, he mustered up his courage, scooped up a spoonful of soup with trembling hands, and put it into his mouth.
“Ah ...
Ok?
Holmes tasted something wrong. He blew hard at the white hot steam floating on the soup and looked at the eyeball carefully. Then he finally realized what was wrong.
At this time, Antonio, who was in charge of tonight's cooking, came out with a smile.
"Oh, it seems our great detective has been deceived~"
[The roasted, shrunken "eyeball" (a whole tomato with the stem removed and the top hollowed out) contains an "iris" (a cheese slice cut into a round shape and dyed yellow + black pupil with food coloring), the "white of the eye" is coconut milk pumpkin soup, "blood threads" (red pepper shreds) float on the soup surface, and a "severed finger" (roasted carrot strips wrapped in almond slices as a nail) is placed on the side of the bowl]
After hearing what the soup was made of, Holmes breathed a sigh of relief. He almost thought he was going to die.
But thinking about it carefully, Holmes suddenly felt that he was really stupid! This soup was clearly served to him by the elf Andrew himself, and he also served himself a bowl at the same time.
Since the other party is an elf who doesn't like to eat meat, how could he specially serve a bowl of "eyeball soup" for himself to drink?
As for the strange smell I just smelled, maybe it was just an illusion. After all, humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their own brains!
When we have already determined something in our mind, our body will instinctively send warning signals to the brain, telling us that this thing may be dangerous or wrong.
Just like now, when I have determined that this bowl of soup is not for humans to drink, my body naturally produces a resistance reaction, making me feel that this soup has a strange taste and cannot be drunk.
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However, just when Holmes thought that all this was just his excessive worry, Antonio was like a basin of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing his hope.
"But some of them are really not suitable for human consumption like you, right?" Antonio said nonchalantly, as if it was just a trivial matter.
However, when he said the last sentence, "Right?" he suddenly pointed in Andrew's direction with his hair, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Holmes immediately understood Antonio's hint - except for the food handed over by Andrew, nothing else can be eaten!
Andrew, the elf who is more human-like, obviously knows more about food than Sherlock Holmes.
With him by his side, Holmes could easily tell which foods were safe to eat and which were absolutely untouchable.
But if Holmes does not listen to Andrew's advice and takes food recklessly, then if something goes wrong with the food, he will have to bear the consequences alone.
After all, this was all his own fault. Who told him not to listen to others' advice?
But in this way, Holmes felt relieved. In the future, as long as he stayed with Andrew, at least he would not be poisoned.