Just when You Tong thought that his neck would really break, his stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound. Suddenly, his face turned red to the color of a tomato, and it was still a ripe tomato.
Rong Yuchi's eyes flashed, he withdrew his awe, sat up, and glanced at her lightly, "Let's go in, let's go in for lunch."
"Go in?!" You Tong was a little suspicious again, but didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He had just glared at her to death over a boat issue, and she didn't have a second neck to torture.
Holding his big hand, she followed step by step. The main hall door of the castle slowly opened, and what greeted them was an old woman in a black dress and a white bib. She was in her sixties, with a kind face and a kind face.
There was a bright smile on his face, and he spoke in an authentic British accent, "Welcome Mr. and Miss Earl, lunch is ready and can start at any time."
Mr. Earl?!
You Tong's whole body suddenly froze again.
Oh, by the way, Rong Yuchi is now the owner of this castle, and he must have inherited the title of his ancestor.
Oh my god, he is actually a count?!
Her expression was unconsciously ferocious.
The old woman's name is Susanna, and she is the housekeeper here. Her family has served this Wei'an Villa for generations. You Tong can't help but feel a little surprised. In what age, there is such a family of devout servants?!
Under Suzanne's guidance, they walked through more than a dozen rooms, passed through several corridors that turned left and right, and finally went around the spiral staircase, and finally entered the restaurant through a side door.
The restaurant is quite large, with an unusually wide space. There is a rectangular dining table in the middle. The tabletop is covered with luxurious tablecloths, with rolled lace edges hanging down quietly. There is a bouquet of creamy white aroma on the tabletop.
Rose.
Smoked fish, Yorkshire pudding, Devonshire cream, black plum cake, saffron buns, bread juice, red currant jam, Dublin prawns, Oxford orange peel jam, Wensleydale cheese, etc., once served by Elizabeth II
The perfect meals carefully prepared by the chefs of the world are placed on the table plate by plate. Even the matching plates and bowls are so gorgeous that they can be called art.
You Tong's hand holding the tableware trembled slightly, and he took his first bite of an authentic British meal amid anxiety and uneasiness.
"Is it to your liking?!" Rong Yuchi asked in a deep voice.
"Yeah! Yeah!" She nodded her head again and again. In fact, she didn't understand these things at all. She had never eaten them and didn't know what those things should taste like. Moreover, because she was too nervous, Susanna's eyes were so eager.
, Oh my God, eating like this is like an exhibition. She suddenly began to miss her own small kitchen.
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It took them more than forty minutes to finish lunch. Rong Yuchi suddenly received a phone call. He got up and walked out. Before leaving, he asked Susanna, the housekeeper, to take You Tong around.
"Miss, please." Susanna said respectfully and bowed ninety degrees.
You Tong was startled and quickly bowed back, "You're welcome, I...I..."
For a moment, she was a little at a loss.
Susanna smiled and arched her eyebrows, almost squinting her eyes, "Young lady is so cute!"
You Tong smiled stiffly and looked at her blond hair and blue eyes, but suddenly found a problem, hey, Susanna was speaking Chinese to herself?!
“You speak Chinese?!”
Susanna also smiled, "My niece is studying Chinese at the Confucius Institute, and she taught me."
You Tong was suddenly pleasantly surprised. No matter what, it felt very warm to suddenly hear a familiar language in a foreign country. She smiled and nodded, "You said it very well!"
"Thank you!" Susanna looked at her watch and suggested, "Miss, let me take you upstairs to visit!"
"Okay!" You Tong agreed happily, but frowned slightly and discussed with Susanna, "Can you please stop calling me Miss, please call me You Tong or Xiao Tong."
Susanna curled her lips cutely and agreed happily, and then told You Tong that she didn't want you anymore, just call her Susanna.
You Tong smiled and nodded. She knew that foreigners had different habits from Chinese people, and calling them by their first names did not mean it was impolite.
There are a total of twenty-one rooms in the whole castle. The largest bedroom is the most magnificently decorated. All the furniture lines are very elegant and very British. There is a faint floral fragrance in the room.
"Meow..." Suddenly, a thin cat meow came from an unknown corner.
When You Tong heard the sound, she saw a snow-white Scottish Fold cat grinning at her. Its body was round, its limbs were short, it was thick and fat, it looked invincible, and its head was also round.
The ears are medium in size and fold forward like a hat, making the head appear rounder.
Susanna walked over and picked up the cat, and introduced to You Tong, "This is Joya. She is a purebred Scottish fold cat. Its ancestors are with the history of this castle."
"Can I hug it?!" You Tong couldn't help but want to get close to this cute kitten.
"sure."
You Tong took the kitten from Susanna's hand, and then reached out to gently stroke its soft fur. The sweet character of Scottish Fold cats is innate. They like to participate in anything their owners do, but usually they just do it quietly.
They will make noises to disturb them. Although their athletic talents are average, it does not mean that they do not like to play, but they prefer to be accompanied by their owners. Therefore, this little kitten became well-behaved as soon as it arrived in Youtong's arms, but it was just quiet.
He opened his round eyes quietly and stared at her blankly, which was really cute.
You Tong and Qiao Ya quickly became friends, so much so that they even wanted to hold it while sleeping at night, but someone didn't allow it!
Although it was not very cold in Edinburgh in November, the weather was still cool. You Tong was wrapped in a thick plaid blanket and sat lazily in front of the fireplace. The fire was so warm that her face was slightly red.
She picked up a log and threw it into the fireplace. The dry wood made a crisp "crackling" sound as it burned, and the scent of pine slowly filled the room.
Sitting on the snow-white Persian carpet, she felt a little sleepy. The kitten in her arms gently rubbed her with its round head and yawned constantly.
"Good boy, let's go to sleep, okay?!" She nodded the kitten's round nose and said softly.
"Okay, it's time for us to go to sleep!" Behind him, a deep male voice had a hint of a smirk.