Chapter 103

This is the anti-theft badge "will it be cold?" Karenin asked.

"Not bad." Anna shook her head and opened her eyes to wake herself up.

The carriage arranged by Karenin was already waiting at the door. The coachman put his luggage on it and said hello to Karenin. It seemed that he was an old acquaintance.

"You are, sir, married."

The coachman was not tall, but his arms looked very strong. From the clothing, the family is not very good, but clean, smile is not rigid.

"Yes, Binoche." Karenin replied.

"Hello, Mr. Binoche." Anna said with a smile.

The Mr. Binoche had big eyes. He laughed and said hello to Anna.

Anna and Karenin were in the carriage, and they were walking towards the hotel where they were going to stay for a while.

It is said to be a hotel, but it is also a more advanced type. It is quiet. There are many officials similar to Karenin. The first floor is the hall and club, and the second and third floor is the place to live.

Karenin reserved the corner for the third time. It was a detour, but very quiet.

It's a suite. It must not be compared with Karenin's house, but it is also relatively large. In addition to the bedroom and living room, there are separate bathroom facilities.

Karenin tipped the waiter and Anna was taking out their luggage.

This behavior is a little strange. No lady would arrange these things by herself, but Anna wanted to do them by herself. Karenin did not express any opinion on this. He is putting his official document on the desk.

Anna hung up her clothes. Karenin said that they could go and have breakfast first, so they went out of the bedroom again.

"Bad appetite?"

"A little bit." Anna managed to finish the fruit in front of her, leaving the sausage.

The sausage was not bad, even delicious, and Anna almost had some regrets.

"Leave it if you can't eat it. You don't have to force yourself, Anna."

Anna looked up at each other and said, "can I really?"

"Yes." Karenin said that after seeing Anna breathe a sigh of relief, he took the side dishes from Anna's plate into his own plate, and ate them without changing color.

Anna looked around and no one noticed them.

"In the future, can I give you something I don't like?" She asked hopefully, but was refused.

"No. Pickiness and inability to consume food are two things. The former is a bad habit, the latter is force majeure. " Karenin ate the last mouthful of cauliflower, a pair of blue eyes looked at his little wife, let her understand, picky food is absolutely not allowed by the Karenin family.

"All right."

A little disappointed.

"I have to go out later. You can take a rest in the suite to relieve the fatigue of the journey."

"Are you going to do business now?" Anna asked, Karenin nodded slightly, but did not disclose any more details.

"And when will you be back? Alexis. "

"If things go well, it can be over at three in the afternoon. If there is anything, you can send people to this place to look for me

Karenin said a place name, Anna wrote it down, but she was sure she would not disturb her husband easily.

"At noon, you can come to the hall for dinner or have them deliver it up."

"I wonder if I need lunch. I want to take a bath and sleep. " Anna muttered, her tired look on the corner of her eyes and eyebrows.

Karenin raised his eyes and said calmly, "in terms of health, I still think you'd better not give up lunch. Anna. "

"I'll try to follow your advice, sir." Anna made a naughty gesture, Karenin raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said nothing.

After Karenin left, Anna went to the bathroom and took a bath, as she said. Her pores were stretched out and she was almost asleep in the bathtub.

Her hair was wet, so she put a scarf on it.

Tired, she lay down on the bed, touched another book, and tried to wait for her hair to dry before falling asleep. As a result, she fell asleep in less than five minutes.

In the dream, the fantastic and disorderly dream made her sleep uneasy, but the fatigue of her limbs made her unwilling to wake up. A few hours passed before I knew it.

Karenin finished the trip as soon as he expected. When he left, Madame de Marelle, 25, the wife of Mr. de malelle, looked at Karenin with her green eyes, and said with a charming smile, "don't forget that you have brought your wife to the dance party the day after tomorrow. We all want to see her. We hear that she is a beauty! ”

"I will."

"Dear Karenin, my side is not over yet. If you don't mind, please let my wife take you out." Said M. de malelle, in his broad voice, too fat to see when he laughed, fifteen years older than Karenin, a good-natured gentleman with little ability, and his little wife was undoubtedly his best wife.Karenin accepted, and Mr. de Marelle kissed his wife, and after a short journey, he showed that he was very reluctant to part with his wife.

"This way, Mr. Karenin." Said Madame de Marelle with a smile, and as she laughed, a little vermilion mole in the corner of her right mouth became more vivid.

Madame de Marelle's maid followed her and walked about twenty or thirty meters when she suddenly said, "UMA, have you seen my ring?"

"No, ma'am."

The maid named UMA saw that the sapphire ring her wife had always liked was missing.

"Help me go to the dressing room to see if there is one. I probably forgot to put it back on when I took it off." Madame de Marelle said to her maid in a soft voice, and after the maid had left, she gave Karenin another smile.

"Sorry for the delay."

"It doesn't matter, ma'am."

"That's my favorite ring." Madame de Marelle had a pleasant expression.

"I can see that you have the habit of spinning rings." Karenin said.

Madame de Marelle was a little surprised, and then she began to laugh: "you always look so carefully. The year before last, when you had me reminded of the torn part of that dress at that party, I thought you were a very meticulous observer. Thanks to you, I haven't lost face. "

"That's nothing, ma'am."

After arriving at the door, Karenin once again thanks the Madame de Marelle, and drives in the direction of the hotel in Binoche's carriage.

Karenin went back to the hotel and went straight to the suite on the third floor. When he opened the door, he found that the living room was empty. He closed the door and went to the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open, dark and quiet.

He saw that the bedding was a little messy and bulging, and his wife was shrinking in the tangled quilt, but still half of her bare back was not covered.

Karenin had never had such a deep sleep, or rather, his little wife had the momentum of sleeping so faintly that she did not want to get up.

Karenin went over and rescued part of the bedding to cover Anna.

He took the papers, closed the bedroom door, went out, and started working from the sofa.

About an hour later, the bedroom door opened.

"How long did you sleep? Anna. " Karenin closed the official document and asked. I don't know why. He is a little curious now.

Anna woke up to know that Karenin was back. The coat was so eye-catching. At the beginning, even herself blushed at the mess on the bed. She changed her clothes and took a little care of her hair before she came out.

Now, when asked how long she had slept, she was still a little embarrassed.

"Six hours?"

"You sleep a quarter of a day." It is logically impossible for Karenin to say that this conclusion is ridicule, but his tone is too plain and that it is praise. Finally, she simply did not want to do anything, pretended that it was over, sat down next to Karenin and asked, "can we go and eat something now?"

"It's an hour before the normal meal time."

Anna's mouth shriveled in disappointment, and then she heard Karenin say again.

"But if you're hungry, we can eat now."

After he said this, Karenin harvested his little wife's bright smile and red cheeks.

"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.

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