Don't look at Mrs. Sakai now carrying Uncle Sakai's ears every day, worrying about how to throw her husband away to control oil and lose weight.

The trough of the year.

In a place like Japan, where food consumption is quite high, I can rely on the income from working in an advertising company to quickly increase the weight of about 15% of my husband who has eight-pack abs.

The role played by the blonde aunt in this is a great one.

Family Roots.

It's definitely a family history.

"Wouldn't I be on the verge of obesity at this point, but also on the verge of obesity."

Gu Weijing looked at his cat's buttocks, slightly worried.

He fantasized for a moment.

Keep going at this rate.

Maybe many years later, he and Katsuko finally achieved a positive result, mixed success and fame, an important art exhibition, the curator of the suit and leather shoes introduced to everyone, "I would like to invite Gu Weijing and his wife to make a short opening speech, everyone applauds and welcomes." ”

So the applause at the scene was thunderous.

Miss Sakai, who was wearing a long skirt, hugged the little fat man Ngawang with a happy face, holding the big fat man himself.

It's like rolling out of the backstage with two round meat balls, one big and one small, just like a copy of Uncle Sakai and Mrs. Sakai standing together today.

That scene......

Not to mention.

It's inexplicably a little warm.

But Gu Weijing still shuddered, and felt that it was better not to roll and walk.

"Self-discipline, self-discipline, we must always keep in mind the life teachings of Cao Lao, otherwise, if I get fat like Ngawang in the future, there will be no public image at all."

Gu Weijing threw the piece of meat in his hand to Ah Wang, and warned himself softly.

Ngawang meowed.

Rolling his eyes at Xiao Guzi with great spirits, his vivid expression clearly seemed to be saying that he was the same as Ah Wang, but he was a super handsome cat.

Ngawang sold it by the bowl for a while, making sure that no matter how cute his eyes were, Gu Weijing was not going to give it another glass of milk, and mixed it with slices of ham for supper.

He turned his little head in disappointment, buried his head in the bowl, and ate it in small bites.

"Snack goods."

Gu Weijing stroked Ah Wang's slightly wet hair twice and spat out.

I really came back with a different pet from Grandpa Wu.

Most pet cats can only understand the words in their owner's words that interest them.

For example, the name of the cat's eyes, simple instructions such as "it's time to eat" and "go to bed".

Even if Ragdoll cats are considered to be stupid, a small number of docile little silly cats bred by artificial breeding that can never learn even the simplest operations such as burying feces.

If you listen to it more, you can understand it.

in their worldview.

These words are probably the same as the bells that Paplov and the dog ring, and as soon as they hear similar syllables, the two-legged beast will come out with something to eat.

Knee-jerk reaction.

The raccoon cat is less domesticated and is the most noisy of all pet cat breeds, as well as the most intelligent.

Ngawang is one of the smarter ones.

Gu Weijing found that Ngawang can really understand and understand the meaning of some of people's words.

At least in the food sector.

Of all the cats she's ever seen, she's a true food expert.

Gu Weijing is very sure.

The other person can accurately distinguish the difference between the recipe names from ham to beef, and her pile of cans of baby food with six different flavors, and even a few words of the common local milk brand name.

And it's also a bilingual cat that can understand both Chinese and English.

Gu Weijing was worrying about researching whether his own Awang had all his IQ on eating.

He noticed a vibrating vibration on his phone's screen.

[Mr. Sloth has two new messages for you.] - He saw a message alert on the message bar.

"Detective Cat lady, are you resting?"

This message was sent not long ago.

At that time, Gu Weijing was bathing Ah Wang and calling Lao Yang at the same time, so he ignored this chat reminder.

Mr. Sloth also seemed a little hesitant.

After more than ten minutes, I just sent myself a second message.

"Can you give me a call? Of course, if it's convenient for you. Mr. Sloth asked.

Gu Weijing stopped his intention to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and looked up at the calendar on the wall.

Odd.

Mr. Sloth's daily life is very regular.

This is not the usual time for Mr. Sloth to contact himself, and today is not the day of the week when they talk on the phone.

This mysterious and powerful agent himself.

suddenly

Something unusual in its performance.

——

7,600 kilometers away, on the other side of the Eurasian continent.

Between the lush and hurried valleys and jungles, the figures of male and female servants flashed through the windows covered with neat and fine window edges.

Elena Manor is a very busy scene.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, the appointed Nottingham doctor will come to the door to check the animals on the estate. Who has seen August's last medical report? ”

"Sir, the glass of room two hundred and three, a servant checked this morning that there was a crack, it looks like it was hit by a bird, and the workers have been contacted to replace it."

"It rained last night and someone from the insurance company wanted to come in and check the humidity conditions in the art showroom, and I have told them that it is not necessary. All the collections are well protected, the manor has the world's most professional constant temperature and humidity system, even if it doesn't, Elena Manor has been taking care of the collection of oil paintings since hundreds of years ago, when even the insurance industry did not exist, and there was no need for them to teach us how to do things. But they insisted on sending someone to the door, saying it was part of the contract......"

“……”

These are large estates that cover tens of thousands of acres of plains, forests, lakes and some mountains.

Each one is like a miniature kingdom.

When designing, even the layout of the defensive line to cope with the attack of the Mongol cavalry was taken into account, and in the main complex, there was also a separate barracks and supporting stables.

Of course.

Over the centuries, buildings and furnishings have been abandoned, and new buildings have been built.

A small part of the barracks was converted into a storage room, and the rest has long since been demolished, but the stables have been preserved intact, and the previous owners kept a few beautiful ponies here.

Not the Arabian horse of the kind that is used for racing, but the docile Frederiksburg horse.

Anna's aunt was very fond of horseback riding and was very good at riding.

However, Anna herself came to these places less often because of her inconvenient legs, and sometimes the butler would ride a horse to inspect all aspects of the manor's territory.

The Elena family is not a big pomp and circumstance, and the African warlords who are embraced before and after traveling.

The composition of the manor is not too redundant.

But with such a large private territory, no matter how streamlined the personnel is, it is necessary to maintain a huge team of 126 people, including maintenance personnel, drivers, male and female servants, cooks, porters, security teams, and an antique watchmaker.

All the time, there are a lot of things happening.

There is a lawn that needs to be built, guests who visit next week need to be arranged, and damaged facilities need to be repaired.

Here's why.

The butler has always been an indispensable soul in literary works such as "Jane Eyre", "Downton Abbey" or "Batman".

Because without them, it was like commanding an army to fight, sorting out all aspects of what was happening in the manor.

Then these miscellaneous life chores will instantly submerge the master's house like the waves, and make them tired and unable to enjoy life.

"The bill for the repairs was sent to me to show it and ask the gardener if he had picked up the carcasses of birds or animals in the garden, or injured sparrows. Room 203 is a Bauhaus style decoration on the second floor on the north side, I remember that it is not high from the ground, and I went to check it again to confirm that there was no property damage. By the way, Miss thinks that August has been a little unenergetic lately, and wants to know whether to give him extra calcium or bask in the sun more, remember to inform the Nottingham doctor about this. ”

"The rest of ......"

The housekeeper sat at the table, arranged the veterinarian who was about to come to the house in an orderly manner, gave instructions on the replacement of the windows in the guest room, and was frowning and listening to the head maid report on the insurance company.

The estate is home to thousands of fine art collections that the Elena family has amassed over the past century or two.

The associated premiums alone amount to millions of euros per quarter.

The insurer who has recently cooperated with the Yelena family is a bit jumpy, always trying to find some reason to raise the premium, which makes the housekeeper a little headache.

"Perhaps, I should find a time to mention to the young lady, should I cooperate with another insurance company? France's AXA Insurance has always wanted to cooperate with the Yelena family, saying that they can give a ...... of 0.03% of the insured price"

He was about to write a note on his notepad.

Dingding.

There is a prompt for a new message on your phone.

The housekeeper glanced at the message on the phone screen, and his face changed significantly.

He reached out and stopped the maid aunt who was chattering and expressing her annoyance when she was questioned about the professionalism of maintaining the artwork.

"You'll come back to me in an hour to talk about it. I have something to look for Miss. ”

He stood up and walked briskly to his master's bedroom.

He didn't bother to care about the insurance company that wanted to jump there for hundreds of thousands of euros, and the housekeeper felt that he needed to inform Anna as soon as possible.

She wasn't the only one in Miss Elena's bedroom.

When Gu Weijing was coercing and luring Ah Wang, it just so happened that Anna also took time out of her leisure time after lunch and had just finished bathing her dog.

Auguste bathed much more well-behaved than Ngawang, and his posture was much more magnificent.

It is not uncommon for a wealthy person to have a personal doctor in these years.

Have you ever seen a dog with a personal doctor, Auguste has it? Not only is there a veterinarian who is responsible for its physical examination, but even the bathing is helped by a maid.

It was lying gracefully on the ground, and two old maids in black and white petticoats were drying its hair.

Finally, he flicked his tail, lazily put the dog's head beside his master, and took the initiative to put his big ears into Anna's hand and let her pinch and play.

"There was a call from the Hermitage office. The plane will land at Grietz Airport at 4:30 p.m. tomorrow. ”

With Anna's permission.

The housekeeper had just walked into the bedroom and immediately said hurriedly.

Austria has two houses, winter and summer.

The summer palace is the Schönbrunn Palace of Schönbrunn Palace, the royal palace of the Habsburgs, which was restored after World War II and became a tourist attraction and a venue for the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra.

The Hermitage refers to the Hofburg Imperial Palace.

It is also the old Habsburg Winter Palace, and some of it has also been converted into a museum, but more areas are closed to the public.

Because it has become the administrative center of the country and the official residence of the president.

"I'm listening."

When Anna heard the news of the president's residence, her expression was still faint.

She took the tennis ball, which had been cleaned with the dog and sterilized regularly, from the tray in the servant's hand, and placed it in the palm of her hand for August to bite and play with.

Said casually.

"Where is the Hermitage, I guess we rejected our suggestion."

The butler nodded.

"We have always wanted to invite the convoy to the estate for the night, but the official residence said thank you, Miss Elena, for your kindness. But the Secret Service took into account that Yelena Manor was a long drive from the New Arts Center, where the annual convention was held. At the same time, the manor occupies too much land and the environmental conditions are complex, and the security guards are not easy to handle, and they do not want to disturb your daily life, so we politely declined our suggestion. ”

"They're going to stay at the local Edelweiss Hotel."

"Inconvenient for security guards? Historically, more than 20 European monarchs, crown princes, and diplomatic ambassadors have been here, and apart from a Bavarian prince who broke his leg while riding a horse, it seems that nothing more serious has happened. As long as Your Excellency doesn't want to be close to animals, I don't think safety should be an obstacle. ”

Anna raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing.

A phone with a lock screen is placed on a table to the side.

She glanced casually at the table as she spoke, and when she saw that the screen was still dark, she shook her head in disappointment.

The butler noticed the change in facial expression.

The young lady had asked him to bring another personal phone, and the housekeeper knew that Miss Elena had two mobile phones, and what the special phone was for.

The young lady didn't say.

He was also polite and didn't ask much.

"That's what I got in the email." The butler thought for a moment and added at this time. "At least nominally, for this reason. Probably ......"

"It's okay, I'm not asking you. It's just a casual remark. ”

Young women are not surprised by this result.

She was still intently teasing her dog, and the afternoon sun shone on her face through the window, reflecting her whole person beautifully like a ball of light.

"The last statesman to set foot on this estate was Himmler, the head of the secret service, with the Gestapo, and before that the last emperor, Karl I, on the eve of his death in 1919, when my great-great-grandfather tried to persuade him to give up the throne, and he wanted to persuade us to go into exile with him in Switzerland for restoration. The official residence of the Winter Palace felt that there was a political risk, which was reasonable. ”

(End of chapter)