This is the anti-theft Zhang Anna raised her lips and said, her cheeks were rosy, and a pair of thin white hands couldn't hold back the other's hand. After feeling the back of her hands wrapped in, she lowered her head and leaned against the card. Lenin's arms.
"I know it's not too reserved, but, you have to allow me to be uncontrollable, you said something very 'sweet'." She emphasized the word "sweet", with a small hand grabbing the clothes on Karenin's chest, gently holding it tightly.
She blushed badly, but that was the only way to make herself feel better.
"Actually, I think it's fine." Karenin whispered, pressing a kiss to Anna's black hair.
They were both content and, in fact, Karenin believed that although the marriage was so different and unpredictable, it was satisfying.
When they got home and had dinner, Anna, uncharacteristically, didn't say much, she just looked up at her husband from time to time.
"What's wrong?" Karenin asked.
Anna said, "You seem to be shining now, I can't help but look at you." She sighed again, "I'm so worried that you will be stolen, like a 'dragon's gold'."
Although Karenin often heard this kind of strange praise and possessiveness from his little wife, he still couldn't get used to it completely.
So he once again calmly pointed out the inappropriateness of the metaphor with a straight face, and her wife giggled.
"Forgive me, you have no chance to appeal, I still have a lot of strange metaphors in my stomach." Anna finished eating a mouthful of mushrooms, and then raised her eyes to look at Karenin, as if he was better dishes.
Karenin chose to ignore this gaze this time. He must eat enough food, instead of letting his mood hover in that out-of-control state.
The next day, Anna decided to do something to thank Karenin.
He helped her sort out this messy social relationship, so of course she had to do something in return for him.
"Maybe some soufflé would be better." Anna said to herself. Although she can't be said to be good at cooking, she is still good at making this kind of dessert.
Her previous manager had strict control over her diet, but people are so weird sometimes. When you are limited in one place, sometimes you can't help but make up for it in other ways.
Women and desserts always seem to be inseparable.
Anna borrowed the kitchen from the cook Sasha. The fat cook was very kind. She lent the kitchen to the hostess, which was only in good order. She had already prepared it, and the hostess might cook it out a disaster. She even secretly communicated with the porter Kabidonitch, and prepared several large buckets of water as a reserve.
Of course, Anna didn't know these things.
All of Karenin's servants, even the cook, are the ones who can prepare all possible outcomes in advance without disturbing others. Secondly, Anna herself was already immersed in the thank-you gift for Karenin.
The round eggs had just come out of the chicken coop, and they were full of heat. The oranges in the straw basket are very plump and exude a nice orange fragrance.
The waiting process makes people a little anxious, but after seeing the things come out, there is a sense of satisfaction.
Ana couldn't wait to share this with someone, so she called Sasha in, who wanted to join the cook for afternoon tea.
"It smells so good, what are you doing, ma'am?" Sasha was a little surprised to find that the kitchen was still clean, and it seemed that something delicious was brewing.
"Souffle, just eggs and oranges."
Sasha glanced at what was on the stove and sighed again.
"Would you like to have a cup of afternoon tea with me, Sasha?" Anna said with a smile.
"That's not good." Sasha hesitated, and Anna took her hand.
"Don't refuse. I feel pitiful for leaving me alone for afternoon tea." She said it deliberately.
Sasha laughed, "If you say that, I don't think I have any reason to refuse this invitation."
The kitchen is connected to the backyard, and there is no view at the moment. There are no gardening facilities in Karenin's yard.
In this natural courtyard, the sunlight becomes a little frivolous, and it can shine as it wants.
The wooden table was painted white and there were a few hollow chairs. Sasha took out a small pink checkered tablecloth like a magic trick and spread it on it.
Anna asked Anushka to bring over a table mat she had made in advance, in the form of lace. They chose a rose-coloured bone china tea set, with milk served in clear glass jugs. Souffle has the aroma of orange and butter, sweet and refreshing.
"Look at how well this is done!" Sasha admired, her fat fingers stroking Anna's printed coasters and looking at the lovely souffles.
"You'd better eat and see first, maybe it's just that it sells better." Anna said.
"How could it be, ma'am, the eggs I have cracked in my hand can be made into a manor, and the taste is unmistakable!"
Both Annushka and Anna laughed.
Sasha took a sip, then raised his eyebrows: "Look, I'm right."
"That's right, is it going to be too much?" Sasha asked.
"Actually, I wanted to make it for Alexei." Anna said shyly. Then she saw that the cook was a little surprised, and after a while, there was a tangled look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Anna asked.
Sasha looked at his mistress, and then said cautiously: "Actually, madam, maybe you don't quite understand, sir, he doesn't like sweets."
Anna was a little surprised, then frustrated: "I don't know, I thought it would be a good idea."
Sasha comforted: "Madam, it is indeed a good idea, these things are really delicious."
Anna shook her head and sighed: "It's useless no matter how delicious it is, he doesn't like sweets."
Sasha didn't know how to comfort her hostess. Fortunately, the other party's depressed mood didn't last long, and she chatted about other topics, and finally expressed that she wanted to give all these souffles to her.
"I heard you have a pair of grandchildren, I think they would like sweets."
Of course, Sasha's two grandchildren like these sweet things, but she can't help but feel a little regretful, after all, the lady's cooking is really delicious.
After finishing the afternoon tea, Anna was not discouraged, on the contrary, she regained her understanding. So she asked Sasha a lot about Karenin's preferences for dishes.
She learned that Karenin had no particular preference for food, except that sweets were not his favorite. From this point of view, expressing your gratitude with food is not a good idea.
Anna crossed this one out, planning to think again. In short, thanks are still necessary.
Karenin came back late that day. He said he would not come back for dinner. It was already ten o'clock when he got home, and Anna fell asleep at nine o'clock because it took some time to make the soufflé during the day.
Karenin entered the hall, and Kearney gave him a coat. He was about to go to the second floor, but the cook came out, as if waiting for him.
"What's wrong?" Karenin asked.
"Oh, sir, although this matter may not be important, I think I'd better talk to you." The cook brushed her hair. Generally speaking, as a servant, you just need to remember to keep your master's business out of the way. , but she couldn't help but want to say something for her mistress.
"You tell me."
Sasha told Karenin about Anna's making desserts during the day, and she was relieved to see her husband listening carefully, and she said with a smile: "I know you don't like sweets, but you She really married a good wife."
It was almost the first time for Karenin to hear such words from others. The feeling was very novel, mixed with pride, emotion, and even a faint sense of pride.
But he didn't intend to show it. People like Karenin just nodded slightly reservedly to express their knowledge and approval.
Karenin went up the second floor by the spiral escalator, and he pushed away his wife's bedroom, or rather, their bedroom.
It is impossible to avoid the servants what happened in this house. This abnormal thing must have been secretly discussed at the servants' afternoon tea.
Mostly his wife didn't know about this, although it was confusing, but Karenin thought that maybe not everything in this world should be sorted out clearly.
As long as it was about his own wife, a rigid and dogmatic person like Karenin would silently keep that similar theory in his heart, and it would become a strange principle.
His wife was already asleep, wrapping herself completely in the quilt, against his side. Her pink cheeks and sleeping expression said one thing, she was happy.
This kind of happiness that can be seen without words directly infected Karenin.
He did something his previous self would never have done.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he kissed his little wife, as if indirectly, kissing the trace of happiness.
It was dawn and Anna woke up.
She was a little disappointed that Karenin was not with her, and then noticed a letter on the pillow that belonged to Karenin.
Anna opened it and took a look, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"The option of blueberries can be included in the category of favorite sweets."
That night, Anna finished her thank you, and Karenin, he ate his own blueberry pie.
Like now, in this small box, Anna looked at her husband.
He sat more casually than sitting at the desk, but he still looked decent compared to ordinary people, maintaining the appearance of a government official at all times.
"Do you have any questions? Anna." Karenin looked away from the official documents and looked at Anna with blue eyes.
"No." Anna smiled.
Karenin moved his eyes to his official documents again, and until five minutes later, he still felt that someone's eyes were glued to him.
"Are you sure you have no doubts?"
"No." Anna spoke again after finishing speaking, "Maybe there is one."
"You can ask." Karenin pressed his finger on that page and raised his head slightly. He speaks in a calm voice, with no ups and downs in his tone, but he doesn't look stiff, maybe because his blue eyes under a pair of long eyelashes are watching others intently, and this gaze does not mean to look at others.
"I noticed you weren't wearing glasses."
"I'm not nearsighted."
"I," Anna licked her lips, and then smiled a little shyly, "I was just thinking about what you would look like if you wore glasses."
"I don't think that will make any difference." Karenin lowered his eyes, indicating that the conversation was temporarily over.
Anna felt a little regretful.
She looked out the window, resting her chin on her right hand.
They had set off from Petersburg for two hours, and the rolling hills, exciting at first, were now dull.
The sky is a kind of light blue, against which some white birch trees stand upright like sentinels. Although they are not eye-catching now, they will be a little bit greener in spring, very beautiful.
She folded her hands unconsciously, turned her face sideways, and smiled while knocking on these plain scenes.
Accustomed to the busyness of modern society, life was a bit overwhelming at the beginning, but now, everything is fine.
Unbeknownst to Anna, although she had decided not to bother her husband, Karenin himself was clearly unable to concentrate.
His head was slightly turned to Anna's direction, and the high bridge of his nose was cut into a delicate and elegant arc by the sunlight. The eyelashes are neither thick nor curled. They are half closed, revealing the same light blue color as the sky.
He looked at his fiancée for a long time, knowing that she seemed to be asleep.
Karenin got up and threw a flannel blanket over Anna.
When he sat down, he made sure that Anna would not wake up for a while, and then moved his eyes again, focusing his thoughts on the official documents.
Anna didn't know how long she had slept, she woke up with a slight shaking.
"I fell asleep?" She wanted to rub her eyes, but was stopped.
Karenin took out his veil and handed it to her.
"Dr. Grachev told me to do this to reduce my chances of being caught by the disease."