Your uncle even wants to call you uncle.

"Anyway, you have to work hard!"

"Okay, I will try my best."

After all, this is grandpa's mission.

Aunt Mary took her bag and went out.

After Karen finished his "breakfast", he walked downstairs and came to the yard.

Today is a good day, the sun is shining brightly, and the winter sunshine can always give people a different kind of comfort.

"Hi, Master."

Alfred's voice came from the east, as he climbed over the guardrail between the Immelais' and Mr. Mark's houses.

"Master, Mrs. Mark invited me to drink coffee and taste the apple pie she just made."

Karen looked at Alfred and said, "Fortunately Mr. Mark is not at home, otherwise you would be in danger."

"No, Mr. Mark is at home, and he is more enthusiastic to me than Mrs. Mark."

"Well, then you are more dangerous."

"Master, Ms. Molly was full of praise for the spring rolls last night and asked me to express my sincere gratitude to you."

"Did she really eat it?"

"Well, after all, she eats people without spitting out their clothes."

"Too."

"By the way, madam said that we guys will have a day off today."

"Then why are you still here?"

"I just want to ask the young master if you need any arrangements, such as flowers, balloons, candles or even pendants and rings."

Said,

Alfred pointed to the limited edition Suntland parked at the door:

"Master, I'm ready."

"Have you ordered the wedding dress?"

"We don't have this yet, but if you need it, I can deliver it in the afternoon."

"You are really free."

"Yes, because I am always thinking about how to serve you, young master. In fact, I am also very curious about what the math teacher looks like. She may not know what kind of great opportunity she will face today."

"The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes."

"The opportunity to paint a mural is not available to everyone."

"It's okay today, Alfred. You can go and rest. For example, go to your radio station to familiarize yourself with your lines tonight."

"I have prepared this. The script prepared for tonight's "Luo Jia Story Meeting" is the story of dishes. Master, your cooking skills have simply opened the door to a new world for me. I am going to make a series about your cooking skills. programme.

Well, let’s start with something simple, such as... cold dishes."

"Then why don't you go get busy?"

"Okay, Master." Alfred took out the car keys and said, "Master, do you need to leave the car for you as a spare? Driving a car with a beautiful lady is a very romantic thing.

And the intensity of this romantic atmosphere is directly proportional to the price of the car.”

"I do not need."

"Yes, you are so great, you don't need these cumbersome things to show off. It's just me who is vulgar."

After Alfred saluted, he got into his Santalan and left.

Karen sighed,

When turning around to go back to the house,

Saw Mrs. Mark standing in the flower garden next door, watching Alfred drive away;

Then,

On the steps behind Mrs. Mark, Mr. Mark stood there, also watching Alfred's leaving figure.

actually,

If you ignore Alfred's dog-licking attitude towards him,

You really can't deny this guy's charm.

Especially when he answered the phone with hand gestures last night, he had that deep and elegant voice that was exclusively reserved for male broadcasters.

Karen imitates Alfred:

"Welcome to Luo Jia Storytelling, I am the host of the show, Karen Immelais."

"hehe."

After imitating, Karen laughed herself, walked back to the living room, made herself a cup of tea, sat down on the sofa, picked up the coffin list, and started to read through it.

In his previous life, when he was preparing to buy a house after making money, he liked to browse real estate information everywhere, and he could not stop browsing at all whenever he had free time;

In this life, he has developed the habit of turning over coffins. After all, in terms of cost performance, coffins seem to be much better than houses.

Pick up the tea cup,

Just as I was getting ready to drink tea,

"Aren't you going to get ready?"

"You scared me."

I don't know when Pu'er lay down there, just above his head.

"The beautiful lady is about to come to your house to have lunch with you, but you, who is good at cooking, are wasting your time here looking through the coffin illustrations. So, have you accelerated the progress so quickly? You are already choosing to be buried with her.

Coffin style?"

"Why do I feel that your tone is a little sour?"

"Oh? Me? What a joke! Do you know how big I am? Do you know how big I am!"

"No man in his right mind would judge the size of a cat."

“…………!” Pu’er.

"In my eyes, you are just a little brat. No, even Dis is also a child in my eyes."

"Um."

"I just care about you. I think you should prepare a sumptuous lunch to entertain your fate now."

"By the way, Pu'er, was Miss Eunice arranged by grandpa or aunt?"

"I don't know." Pu'er thought for a moment, "But I think Dis must know."

"Don't you have any contact with your family? I'm talking about the Immelais family, the Venn people. My family seems to be noble."

"Oh, so that's what you meant, so there should be some intersection."

"should?"

"You know, I don't usually leave the house very often. When Dis goes out, he won't take me with him. In fact, I haven't experienced much like the scene last night.

So, I actually don’t know much about the Immelais family. Maybe Dis knows him? Or maybe your parents know him?

Who can say for sure?"

"Diz told me last night that he wanted me to consider studying abroad. I always felt that Diz was explaining his funeral arrangements last night."

"Don't worry, he's just there."

"What happened? Is it because of me, um, the divine descending ceremony?"

"I don't think Dis will make this mistake if he doesn't kill you. No one with knowledge of the matter will betray the news, including Mr. Hofen, who still holds on to his last breath.

Do you know how many times the hospital called home this month to tell him that he was critically ill?

As a result, he was rescued every time."

Said,

Pu'er looked at the golden retriever crawling in the corner:

"Old Huofen is not dead yet, so how long will this stupid dog stay at home?"

"If Lao Huofen dies, this dog will probably live in our house forever."

Pu'er stretched out his paws, covered his eyes, and said:

"Alas, this stupid dog has lowered the average cultural level of our pets.

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To be continued...