My son can't be this cute

Chapter 30

"I think I need an explanation, Mrs. Hudson," said Watson dryly.

"No, there's no need to explain, Daddy, we are a family, and Grandma Hudson understands." Little Teddy said with a smile with his eyes bent.

"Yes, dear John, I've lived almost all my life and never seen anything."

"John, I've already told her, so don't use your little head to add more misunderstandings." Sherlock turned around after groping into the kitchen to look at the fried dumplings.

Looking at the way this kind old lady blinked, Watson realized that she had been tricked. Well, is there any old lady in the world as energetic as their landlord, although she really wanted to ask him not to gossip My mind is always on the two of them.

"So dear, what would you like for dinner?" Mrs. Hudson asked with a smile as she took Teddy in her arms. She liked this little guy. Her awkward tenant looked like this when she was a child. , the face is not long at all, could it be that I didn't take good care of it the day after tomorrow?

"Fried dumplings?" Watson scratched his cheeks in embarrassment and answered. Although he can cook, his cooking skills can barely fill his stomach, not to mention delicious. If it's just the two of them, they can eat everything. It's okay to make do with a meal, but now that there is an extra mouth in the house, you can't make sandwiches or eat out every day, right?

"That's not okay." Mrs. Hudson shook her head, and stroked Little Teddy's curly hair with her right hand, and the latter narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"The little guy is growing up, you can't be so casual, come on, my dear, I will teach you, I don't count on Sherlock, in the long run, there must be someone in this family who can cook."

"Study is fine, but we don't have that kind of relationship." Watson muttered a few words and followed him in. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Sherlock eating cold fried dumplings with a fork. Watson grabbed it and frowned. Said: "At least warm it up before eating, Sherlock."

"I like it cold." Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at Watson, his eyes falling on the fork.

"You don't like it. Hot things will make your empty stomach feel comfortable. Don't try to convince me with sophistry. I am the doctor in this family."

"I don't have sophistry, never, that's observation." Sherlock emphasized, a little dissatisfied, his eyes were still on the fork, thinking about how to get it back.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't be like your father." Mrs. Hudson grabbed the chubby little hand, and Watson pressed the center of her eyebrows. When she was distracted, the fork was snatched by the detective, and another cold fried dumpling went in. his stomach.

Watson rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen first. Hudson stuffed the little Teddy into Sherlock's arms, blinked and smiled and said, "Even if they are not the staple food for dinner, I won't throw them away. , Sherlock, you don't need to be so anxious."

Sherlock put down the fork and pursed his lips. He hated cold things. Little Teddy took his father's fork and struggled to reach the plate, and took a small bite. He actually thought it was pretty good.

With the help of Mrs. Hudson, the three of them ate the most formal dinner. The fried dumplings that were turned in the microwave were eaten by both father and son.

"Okay, young man, I'm going to bed now." Mrs. Hudson yawned. After all, she was getting old, and she was exhausted after she came back from looking for things for the family of three.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."

"Thank you grandma." Little Teddy pouted and kissed each other, giggling. He was very happy to see this kind and funny Mrs. Hudson again.

"Sweetheart, your dad should really learn from you." Mrs. Hudson said slowly, glancing at the man lying on the sofa texting.

"Sherlock, come and help me wipe the dishes." Watson greeted from the kitchen, his hands still foamy.

Sherlock pursed his lips, stuffed his BlackBerry into his pocket, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I've never seen Sherlock compromise with anyone, including his elder brother." Mrs. Hudson sighed.

"Because that's Daddy." Little Teddy replied with his eyes bent.For Sherlock Holmes, there is only one reason for all compromises, and the other party is John Watson.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and stretched out her hand to tap Little Teddy's nose. She carried him to the kitchen and put him on the tall man's back. She patted his ass and said, "Hold on tight, little guy."

Little Teddy giggled, stretched out his small arms to wrap his arms around his father's long neck, like a lazy koala, um, this tree feels good to the touch, slippery and warm.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson." Watson turned his head and said, almost twisting his neck when he heard the former's words.

"Good night, sweetheart, I wish you a pleasant night." With a pleasant tone and teasing eyes that represent that I know you two are a couple, I finally made a gesture that I don't need to care too much about me, and then I went downstairs gracefully up.

"I think she misunderstood..." Watson murmured, his expression blank and blank.

"She enjoys it, John, give me the plate." Sherlock replied without raising his head, reached out to take the plate and wiped off the moisture on it with a white towel, cautiously as if doing a chemical experiment.

"Can't we have a peaceful talk with her? Sherlock, we can't just live like this forever?" Watson said dryly, and immediately received a look of "Are you a goldfish?" The doctor closed his mouth and continued. Rinse the dishes.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and said with a blank expression: "Don't try to reason with them, John, all your rebuttals will only lead to more rumors, just like Skittles."

"Even you?" Watson asked curiously.

Sherlock paused for a moment in the movement of his hands, looked up at the other, and thought he might have shown a little surprise as his roommate grinned and began to explain.

"You're amazing to me, and there's no doubt that if you're trying to convince a guy, that's not a problem at all."

"Usually yes." The corner of Sherlock's mouth raised a small smile, a little conceited, but Watson would not find it annoying, because Sherlock Holmes is a genius, although he also has countless The shortcoming that will make you jump and be irritable.

"But that's a waste of time, and boring."

When he said this, he was like a proud cat with his chin raised and tail raised, and he was cute enough with some pretentiousness.Watson laughed, and soon realized that their son Teddy Holmes was too quiet.

"Oh, don't look at me, Daddy, you go ahead." Little Teddy tilted his head with an expression that he didn't care about me, you can just talk, or that it's okay to be affectionate, and finally added with a wink.

"Micky said that good children should not disturb the couple's love."

Watson: "..." Damn Mycroft, what kind of weird things have you instilled in my son?

Sherlock put down the last plate, threw a white towel to the military doctor to wash, and went out with a koala named Teddy on his back, and said coolly as he went out: "So I told you, John, it is better to keep silent." The best way to quell rumors.”

In the kitchen, Watson held the white towel in a stiff posture, thinking like a squirrel struck by lightning, so this is all my fault?

Little Teddy gently scratched Sherlock's hair and muttered, "You bully Daddy."

"Teddy, move my hair again and I'll throw you at Mycroft."

"You bullied me again." Teddy, with puffy cheeks, scratched Sherlock's hair again. The man in the Holmes family was never afraid of threats. If you insist, his little hair-grabbing habit is still inherited from the other party. Even if he is not afraid to sue him, this is what Micky told him, and his hairline was much receded back then than it is now.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, pulled his hands back, and deftly turned Teddy Koala in a different direction, and carried him to the bathroom with his waist held like rice.

"Hey Dad, you can't cheat!"

"Daddy, daddy tickles me!"

Little Teddy's distress signal was not conveyed to Watson, because he was sitting on the ponytail and thinking. Was it really because he was not careful enough to speak that caused this series of misunderstandings?