"Master... I think if you really like it, even if you order a small private jet and follow their tours, it is better than directly raising a ballet company. If you find it boring, we can recruit a few musicians to our home now."

"That's so boring."

Alan turned his attention back to the stage and the second performance began!

Sylvie Guillem appeared in a mini tulle skirt and white stockings.

According to Allen's own understanding, this kind of ballet was originally performed for the amusement of the nobility.

Therefore, its role at the root is somewhat self-evident.

It started in the Italian court, flourished in the French court, and peaked in...

It seems to be in Russia.

But no matter what, this art form is like the special effects of elongated legs in some short videos in the future, with a group of long-legged beauties dancing on tiptoe on the stage.

Anyway, after putting on makeup, there is a little sense of distance, and all the dancers look good. As for a closer look...

Wouldn't it be exposed if you look closely?

But when Sylvie Guillem appeared, her dancing moves were different from those of other ordinary actors: thinner, longer and more agile.

"If it were bigger, it would look better if it bounced up and down."

Hut was resting his chin on his hand, and suddenly his mouth twitched when he heard Alan's comments.

He felt that although his young master was a bit vulgar, this evaluation was still fair, just like the principal dancer on the stage, with a beautiful figure, but the only shortcoming was that it was a little small and the swinging amplitude was not large, which lacked a bit of beauty.

…

Allen forked a piece of strawberry and put it in his mouth. He grinned. It was a bit sour and not tasty. He spat it back into the plate and said, "Go ask someone to change it for me. The strawberries are too sour."

"OK."

…

Tsk tsk tsk.

Otherwise, the French know how to play, but their men only know how to raise their hands and play a game of conquest and surrender.

But French women will not raise their hands. Instead, they will use their nimble legs to dance ballet, and then use a roundabout way to physically attack the invaders.

No wonder that when both the German and American troops arrived in Paris, their physical strength dropped significantly after playing poker for a few days.

Alan watched the performance on the stage and thought divergently. According to this idea, the French were quite foresighted back then and gave the Americans a Statue of Liberty so early on. What was the purpose of that?

Isn't this just inviting a wolf into the house?

It’s telling the Americans clearly that we have a beautiful woman at home, so come quickly.

later……

Not only did Sandezi come, but the Americans also came.

By the way, they also left hundreds of thousands of mixed-race children for the French, tut tut tut...

The friendship between the United States and France has a long history.

…

"Xiwei, follow me. Don't talk nonsense when you go in. I'll go say hello first."

Sylvie Guillem followed the band leader to the VIP box as soon as the performance was over, without even removing her makeup.

When performing in other countries before, I didn’t see the band leader care much about the nobles of other countries. Why is it that when returning to Britain, the band leader is a little timid?

“Bang, bang, bang.”

There were three gentle knocks on the door. The team leader carefully stated his identity and then waited quietly for the door to open.

After a while, the door of the box was opened from the inside. A tall and strong bodyguard looked at the captain and Sylvie Guillem with cold eyes several times before he stepped aside and motioned them to go in without saying a word the whole time.

Sylvie Guillem curled her lips, looking quite arrogant.

But her team leader seemed to be used to it. He bowed slightly and nodded to the bodyguard before taking Sylvie Guillem in.

There was a large single sofa with a glass coffee table next to it, on which there was a half-eaten fruit plate.

The young man with blond hair held his chin with his hand and squinted his eyes in boredom, as if he was dozing off.

It was quite far away, so Sylvie Guillem couldn't see clearly.

I saw my team leader jogging to the young man's sofa, kneeling on one knee, half squatting, and carefully speaking into the young man's ear.

Sylvie Guillem was a little impatient with this kind of scene, as if she had made some mistake?

He invites people to dinner and acts so arrogantly. What’s so great about that? He’s just a count.

Such a title in Europe...

There are at least nearly a hundred people!

Taking a deep breath, Sylvie Guillem prepared to speak.

…

"Your Excellency... I brought Miss Xiwei here. She seems to be feeling unwell today and may not be able to have dinner with you. What do you think?"

"Oh? That's a pity."

Alan twisted his neck and turned to look at the director of the ballet troupe.

His eyes swept past the captain, and then to Sylvie Guillem who was standing far behind him. Seeing that she looked a little angry, Alan thought that she had something to hide, so he nodded at her with a little apology and prepared to get up and go home.

The show is over, but no one was invited...

…

"Captain! It's just one, I..."

As Sylvie Guillen approached the captain's back and spoke, she saw the arrogant noble turn his head, glance at her and smile at her.

Such a smile carries a hint of apology in its indifference, and a hint of regret in its apology.

His eyes were very bright. Although it was not clear, Xiwei felt that there was not a trace of impurities in these eyes. They were like bright stars, and he seemed to be glowing.

At this moment, all her anger was gone, leaving only...

"I... I'm Sylvie Guillem. Nice to meet you. Are you Mr. Allen?"

"Um?"

…

Alan stood up, adjusted the hem of his shirt a little, and looked at the tall French lady with some surprise. He had an angry look on his face just now, but in the blink of an eye, his expression softened and he began to introduce himself with a smile.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I didn't know Miss Xiwei was unwell today. I was abrupt."

Alan gestured to Hut and prepared to retreat.

"Uncomfortable? I'm not uncomfortably...ah...Captain, you must have remembered it wrongly. I just came to say hello first, fearing that Mr. Allen would have to wait for a long time. I still have to go back to change clothes and remove makeup. After all..."

Sylvie Guillen explained calmly, smiling at her captain's bewildered look.

"Ah...it seems like I remembered it wrongly, then..."

"Sir, could you wait for a moment while I go back to remove my makeup? I am honored to receive your invitation."

“…”

Alan looked at Sylvie Guillem, then at the captain who had an unnatural expression on his face, and didn't bother to care what they were doing.

"Okay, then I'll leave someone waiting for you at the door. After you're done packing, they'll take you to my manor."

"That's great. I look forward to meeting you again later."

"Well... I'll take my leave now."

Alan nodded slightly and went out under the guidance of the bodyguard.

…

"Xiwei you..."

"Captain, I know. I haven't changed my mind. I just want to give him a hard blow at the dinner table later to let him know that not everyone will accept his invitation."

"All right……"

The head of the group glanced at Sylvie Guillem, whose mental state was obviously not normal. The French woman was soft all over, except for her mouth.

…

After leaving a car in the theater parking lot waiting for Sylvie Guillem, Alan took Hut back to the manor.

When a woman says she will wait a while to remove her makeup, this "wait a while" means at least an hour.

After they take off their makeup, they still have to put on makeup and dress up. He doesn't have the time to wait here foolishly.

…

As soon as he entered the hall, a large figure moved to Alan's side as if moving horizontally.

Old York looked at Alan excitedly and said, "Master... the guests haven't arrived yet? I'm ready."

Old York, who has been working hard lately, has secretly learned some French cooking techniques and is waiting for an opportunity to avenge his past failures.

He has been waiting for this opportunity for half a year!

No one knows how he has been spending the past six months.

He wants to take back the position of chief chef of the Hill family!

…

"Oh...York, I heard you bought a medieval British cookbook at a high price in that damn place in Cyprus?"

"Ah... Master, who leaked the news?"

Old York felt that his secret purchase of the cookbook was still a secret, so he first asked someone for information. After the information was confirmed, he went back home to see his grandson and quickly returned to buy the family recipe.

…

Alan took a deep breath. He really didn't know that Old York went to buy the cookbook at first, but the servants in the manor had asked several people to taste the new dishes for him. It was Huth who told him about this.

Looking at the clean and wide apron on Old York's belly that looked like a bed sheet, Allen reached out and patted his belly and said, "York, I have no objection to your love of learning, but...if you knock down the servants at home again and affect your daily work, I will send you to Gambia to be your head chef there. What do you think?"

“I…I…”

"Okay, the people haven't arrived yet. We have to wait for a while. Go get ready first."

Alan patted Old York's belly a few more times before turning and going upstairs.

…

Although it was very rude of Alan not to stay and wait for her in person, he was unlike her previous suitors who did their best to please her.

But Sylvie Guillem thought this was normal. Someone like Lord Allen, who had succeeded to the throne at such a young age, must be very busy and had to deal with many things. Being able to come and watch her performance was already a time out of his busy schedule. He was even considerate enough to leave a driver waiting for her.

This impression became more and more certain when Sylvie Guillen arrived at the manor.

She has also seen many old castles in Europe.

But this was the first time she had seen something so rough and sloppy.

but……

This is where Lord Allen lives.

Looking at the stone walls of the manor, even the walls are full of the atmosphere of historical sedimentation.

She walked all the way to the hall before she saw Alan Hill smiling at her.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Allen."

"Oh...it's okay, Miss Xiwei, I'll show you around my manor first?"

"No... um... I want to get to know you slowly, is that okay with you?"

"oh?"

Alan raised his eyebrows. This girl is quite proactive.

But... he doesn't like being too proactive, it feels a bit boring.

"So how do you want to know?"

"Well... for example..."

Sylvie Guillen raised her right hand, motioning Alan to take her hand and continued, "Let's have a meal first. It's still early, isn't it?"

…

Touching these slender-looking but slightly calloused hands, Alan was a little puzzled: How could a ballet dancer have calluses on her hands?

"Okay...relax now, don't be so reserved. You can call me Alan, you don't have to be so serious about your Excellency."

This girl spoke frivolously, but she was still very polite in her words, which slightly added a few points to her impression in Alan's heart.

…

A small double dining table is placed not far from the window. The light blue satin tablecloth and purple vase on the table are very romantic and perfectly reflect the aesthetic taste of the owner.

But Xiwei was not attracted by the dining table first, but by the chef next to it.

According to the process, the chef will personally explain each dish to the diners, and the diners' praise is the best compliment to the chef.

But today…

The chef in the Earl's house is quite a heavyweight.

Just by looking at his figure, you can tell his occupation at a glance.

When the cook turned his head, revealing his wide mouth, the expression on his face was a little...

Somewhat...dignified?

This is the servant in the Earl’s house. He really has an extraordinary temperament.

Sylvie Guillem was led to the dining table by Allen's hand. This was the first impression this dinner left on her.

…

Dishes were served one by one and were taken away after the host tasted them.

Alan was a little restless while eating.

This thing is not filling!

It was impolite to eat too much, so he could only hold up his glass and look at Sylvie Guillem carefully while waiting for the food.

How should I describe this person's appearance? It's a little different from when he's on stage. When he's on stage, because of his hairstyle, he can only be rated five or six.

But when she got off the stage and put on makeup again, she looked a bit like the new French actress named Sophie Marceau.

But Sylvie Guillem's appearance is a little softer than that of Sophie, and her facial features give people a very soft feeling.

Her long black hair, in the dim light of the evening, looked very...

I really want to grab it and pull it with my hands.

"Alan...what are you looking at? What are you going to take me to do later?"

Sylvie Guillem met Alan's gaze, puffed out her chest slightly, and posed in a way that would be more convenient for Alan to admire her, and asked knowingly.

"Of course I'm sending you back. Doesn't your group need to go back at night?"

"?"

Sylvie Guillem's eyes fixed. The romantic dinner was over. The next step...

The person in front of her actually wants to send her back?

"Actually...after every performance, we have a few days of rest."

…

Isn't it said that he is unruly and rebellious?

Alan looked at Sylvie Guillem. Her personality seemed different from what the outside world had rumored about her.

Do I need to exercise right after eating?

Was it a bit too hasty? This made Alan feel a little embarrassed.

In his opinion, they should at least know each other for a day or two, chat more, and preferably have a little bit of affection before taking the next step.

But now...

People have expressed such an intention. If I don't behave properly, won't it seem like I can't pull out a knife?

"Then... Miss Xiwei, do you like poetry? I will teach you a poem from the East."

Alan stood up and held out his hand for Sylvie Guillem to stand up.