Chapter 23

"Me," she pauses, her gray eyes first have a hazy light, and then become two bright pupil inlaid in it, like waves of sea water, rippling the master's mind.

"I think I will voluntarily relinquish all right to appeal."

Anna said, holding her small cheek in the back of her mouth, holding her little red hands.

"I know it's not very reserved, but you have to allow me to let it go. You said something very sweet." She stressed the word "sweet," holding Karenin's clothes in front of her chest with one small hand and holding them gently.

She blushed a lot, but only in this way could she feel better.

"In fact, I think it's good." Karenin whispered, a kiss on Anna's black hair.

They all felt satisfied. In fact, Karenin thought that, although the marriage was so different and full of unpredictability, it was indeed satisfactory.

When they got home for dinner, Anna did not say much. She just looked up at her husband from time to time.

"What's the matter?" Karenin asked.

Anna said, "it's like you're going to shine now. I can't help but look at you." She sighed again, "I'm so worried that you'll be stolen. It's like a dragon's gold coin."

Although Karenin had heard this strange praise and possessiveness from his little wife, he could not get used to it completely.

So he calmly pointed out that the metaphor was not appropriate again, and her wife giggled.

"Forgive me, you don't have a chance to appeal. I have many strange metaphors in my stomach." Anna took a bite of the mushroom and then looked up at Karenin as if he were a better dish.

Karenin chose to ignore this vision this time. He had to eat enough food instead of letting his mood wander in that out of control state all the time.

The next day, Anna decided to do something to thank Karenin.

He helped her sort out the messy social relationships, so of course she had to do something to repay him.

"Maybe it would be better to have some shufflei." Anna told herself that although she could not say she was good at cooking, she still had a hand in making this kind of dessert.

Her former manager was strict with her diet, but sometimes people are so strange. You are limited in one place, and sometimes you have to make up for it in other ways.

Women and desserts always seem to be inseparable.

Anna borrowed the kitchen from Sasha. The fat cook was very kind. She lent the kitchen which was only organized to the hostess, and she was ready for a disaster. She even quietly ventured with the gatekeeper, cabidoneci, and prepared several buckets of water for preparation.

Of course, Anna doesn't know about these things.

For one thing, all Karenin's servants, even cooks, were able to prepare all possible outcomes in advance without disturbing others. Second, Anna herself has been immersed in the gift of thanks to Karenin.

Round eggs or just out of the chicken shed, with a bit of heat. The oranges in the straw baskets are very full and give off a good smell of orange.

The process of waiting makes people anxious, but when they see something coming out of the oven, they have a sense of satisfaction.

Anna couldn't wait to share it with someone, so she called Sasha in, and she wanted to have afternoon tea with the cook.

"It smells good. What are you doing, ma'am?" Sasha was a little surprised to find that the kitchen was still very clean and seemed to be brewing something delicious.

"Shufulei, there's an egg and an orange."

Sasha took a look at the stove and sighed again.

"Would you like to have an afternoon tea with me? Sasha. " Anna said with a smile.

"That's not very good." Sasha hesitated and Anna pulled her hand.

"Don't refuse. I feel sorry for leaving me to have afternoon tea alone." She deliberately said something pathetic.

Sasha laughed. "If you say that, I don't think I have any reason to refuse this invitation again."

The kitchen is connected to the backyard, and there is no scenery at the moment. There is no gardening facilities in Karenin's yard. It is formal, not out of the ordinary and absolutely not dazzling.

In this natural courtyard, the sunlight becomes a little frivolous. It can shine as it likes.

White painted log tables, and a few hollowed out chairs, Sasha magically took out a small pink plaid tablecloth and spread it on it.

Anna asked anuska to bring the table mat she had made in advance, lace style. They chose a rose colored bone china tea set, and the milk was put in a transparent glass pot. It has orange and butter aromas, sweet and fresh."Look how well it's done!" Sasha exclaimed, her chubby fingers touching Anna's printed coasters and looking at the lovely shuffles.

"You'd better eat first. Maybe it's just good selling." Anna said.

"How can it be, Madame, that all the eggs I have beaten in my hands can be used as a manor, and this taste must not be wrong!"

Anuska and Anna both laughed.

Sasha tasted it and raised her eyebrows. "Look, I'm right."

"That is, is it possible to do too much?" Sasha asked.

"Actually, I wanted to make it for Alexey." Anna said shyly. Then she saw that the cook was a little surprised. After a while, she had a tangled look on her face.

"What's the matter?" Anna asked.

Sasha looked at his mistress, and then said cautiously, "in fact, ma'am, you may not know much, sir. He doesn't like sweets."

Anna was a little surprised and then became depressed. "I don't know. I thought it would be a good idea."

"It's a good idea, ma'am. These things are really delicious," Sasha said

Anna shook her head and sighed, "no matter how delicious it is, he doesn't like sweets."

Sasha didn't know how to comfort her mistress. Fortunately, the frustration didn't last long. She started talking about other topics and finally said that she wanted to give her all these shufulei.

"I heard that you have a pair of grandchildren, and I think they will like sweets."

Sasha's two grandchildren of course like these sweet things, but she can't help but feel some regret. After all, the lady's cooking is really delicious.

After the afternoon tea, Anna was not discouraged. On the contrary, she understood something again. So she asked Sasha a a lot about Karenin's preference for dishes.

She learned that Karenin had no particular preference for food, except that sweets were not his favorite. From this point of view, it is not a good idea to express your gratitude on food.

Anna crossed it out, and she was going to think about it again. In short, thanks are necessary.

Karenin came back late that day. He said that he would not come back for dinner. When he got home, it was already 10 o'clock. Anna spent some time doing shuflei in the daytime, and she fell asleep at nine o'clock.

Karenin entered the hall, and korny took his coat for him. He was about to go to the second floor when the cook came out, as if waiting for him.

"What's the matter?" Karenin asked.

"Well, sir, it may not matter, but I think I'll tell you about it." Generally speaking, as long as a servant remembers to mind her master's business, she can't help but want to speak for her mistress.

"Say it."

Sasha told Karenin about Anna's dessert during the day. She was relieved when she observed her husband's listening attentively. She said with a smile, "I know you don't like sweets, but you really have a good wife."

It was almost the first time for Karenin to hear such words from others. It was a strange feeling, mixed with pride, moving and even a little faint pride.

But he did not intend to show that people like Karenin nodded with a little reserve to show his awareness and approval.

Karenin went up the second floor from the escalator and pushed away his wife's bedroom, or rather their bedroom.

What happened in the house was impossible to evade the servants. This unusual thing must have been talked about secretly over the servants' afternoon tea.

Most of his wife didn't know this, although it was a little confusing, but Karenin thought that maybe everything in the world should not be made clear.

As long as it is about his wife, people like Karenin, who are rigid and dogmatic, even put that kind of similar theory in their heart in silence, which has become some strange principle.

His wife was already asleep and wrapped herself in the quilt, next to his side. Her pink cheeks and her sleepy expression all tell one thing. She is very happy.

This kind of happiness that can be seen without words directly infected Karenin.

He did something he would never have done before.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, and then kissing his little wife, as if indirectly, kissing the traces of happiness.

It's morning and Anna wakes up.

Karenin was not next to her. She was a little disappointed and noticed that there was a note on the pillow belonging to Karenin.

Anna opened it for a look, then couldn't help laughing.

"Blueberry can be included in your favorite dessert category."

That night, Anna finished her thanks, and Karenin, he ate his own blueberry pie.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!