Let Angus first propose in Parliament to increase the annual living allowance for the royal family!

Since some of you have suggested abolishing the royal family, I have been hiding behind and instigating people to propose increasing the annual funding for the royal family.

It’s not Alan’s money anyway.

…

People who don't understand this kind of thing will think that the Duke of Angus is flattering, but people who understand will see that Earl Allen is loyal to Britain.

At the very least, Charles must have known that Angus's sudden participation in parliament and his proposal of such opinions that were extremely inconsistent with his personality were definitely not Angus's own ideas. With just a quick check, he would be able to find out who was behind this!

Alan held the cigarette in his mouth and curled his lips. Didn’t you say that I don’t do my job properly?

I'll just do something serious to show you guys, since I'm free anyway.

A troublemaker, you're always stirring up trouble wherever you go.

…

When Alan met Charles, he was wearing a casual outfit of overalls and an apron with pockets tied around his waist.

Looks like a very tasteful farmer.

Charles is very fond of hunting, flowers, plants and gardening. He likes to choose the varieties, plant them and trim them himself.

The largest area of ​​the entire Highgrove Estate is the gardens and landscaping of various types and styles.

Most of them were done by Charles himself, or he directed others to do them.

Regardless of whether it looks good or not, his hobby is quite fun.

This time he was away for a while, and as soon as he got home, Charles changed his clothes and took care of his flowers and plants.

…

At this time, Charles was holding a long stick in his right hand, and a strip of soft material was tied to the top of the stick.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

It was like a long whip. Every time Charles swung the stick, the branches of the tall plants were broken off by him, which looked quite interesting.

…

Alan rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Your Highness, let me help you with the work. This looks like fun."

"Okay, just stand there and don't move. Here you go."

Charles heard Allen's voice, glanced at Capel who was standing next to him, then looked at Allen and told him not to move.

Alan reached out to take the stick, but he didn't think twice.

“Bang!”

Oh shit!

Alan instinctively jumped to the right.

"hiss……"

"Your Highness, why did you hit me?"

If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been hit on the butt!

But the stick was too long, and there was a small strip on the top. Even though Allen dodged in time, he was still hit on the calf. Charles didn't hold back!

This time it really hurts!

"Why would I hit you? I'll just be out for a few days, and look at what you've done!"

…

In the letter, Charles didn't want to say much for the sake of confidentiality, but he was also feeling angry.

It’s only been a short time.

He was in Paris when he received Allen's letter. Allen was crying poor again and saying that he hadn't had meat for several days.

They even set their sights on the royal family's asset management department. How dare they try to use OEM?!

Is this something a count should do?!

Besides, Charles has no control over the royal asset management department. He can only enjoy the dividends given by the royal asset management department, but he has no say in anything!

He couldn't possibly write to the Queen about this, could he?

But he was too embarrassed to tell Allen the truth about this matter.

But a few days later, he saw the news on TV about an American journalist being attacked. Charles didn't take it seriously at first.

But the bad thing is that a few days later I saw the interview video of Allen again.

When that asshole reporter asked that question, he came to his senses!

It would be better to ask someone else such a question, but it is not appropriate to ask the Hill family.

Everyone in this family is of the same character, very reckless!

Charles had had enough!

A few years ago, when Charles was still young and got married, his relationship with the Queen became a little strained due to some personal emotional issues.

At this time, a person jumped out.

Andrew!

His good brother.

This guy is very much loved by the Queen.

At that time, Charles never saw the Queen throughout the year except for the family gathering on Christmas Eve.

He wanted to contact the Queen. As a son and a crown prince, he actually had to write a letter!

…

It was in this situation that Charles occasionally hinted to Cano, Allen's father, that he really just wanted to put pressure on Andrew at that time.

But Kano didn't know how to understand what his leader meant.

He was so bold as to bring Andrew on board to join the battle!

Holy shit…

When Charles learned about this incident later, he was scared to death by Kano's behavior.

But everyone is gone, what can he do?

Kano is his subject!

Later, miraculously, the two returned without any trouble.

Charles thought everything was over, but until last year, he realized that he was still too naive.

On the way to my house for a party.

Kano was in a car accident!

His eldest son was killed as well. The accident scene was unusually clean, and there were a few people who he had some impression of but who definitely shouldn't have been there.

Through these people, Charles already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Later, I received a letter from the Queen. It didn't say anything specific, just daily greetings. Only at the end of the letter did it briefly mention that Count Carnot was very loyal but too impulsive.

Later, Charles had to step in personally and take care of Cano's funeral arrangements.

And then there is Kano’s “introverted” and “unpopular” youngest son, Alan!

…

But Charles originally thought that Alan was an introverted and easy-going child.

Who knew that in the blink of an eye, he would turn out to be an impulsive person again!

Not to mention the minor problems he usually has, the question asked by that reporter made him look bad, but to take action right after the fact was too...

He really is a person who cannot stand being angered at all!

After asking here, something happened on the way back!

Charles was speechless at such an obvious operation.

He asked someone to check and found out that all the people involved in this case were the people around Allen!

From police officers to doctors, all of them!

Obviously, they have such a relationship. Why not be more careful and be more tactful?

Why does it have to be such a big deal?

This is what it means to be arrogant and domineering!

Charles was furious as things had been going wrong recently, so he called Allen over today. When he saw Allen grinning at him, he couldn't help himself and whipped him.

…

"Your Highness! I am innocent!"

Alan took small steps, moved closer to Charles, and rubbed his back.

A slightly aggrieved look.

"Your Highness, look, that idiot's question is malicious. Once such a question is asked, it will definitely cause some discussion. Isn't this disadvantageous to you?! I will... teach her a little lesson."

Charles poked the ground with his stick, glanced at Alan and said, "What you call a little lesson is that you killed her assistant and paralyzed her. This is really a little lesson."

"Ahaha, it's just so-so. I deliberately spared her life so that she would regret it for the rest of her life!"

…

Charles looked disgusted and was talking about lifelong repentance.

"You're quite playful. You just go up and put your hat on the Irishman. When did the Irish do this? Huh?"

"Ah...hiss, Your Highness, this is what I thought. Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, you know? If I don't do it more ruthlessly this time, I won't be able to answer any brainless reporters asking me this kind of question in the future."

“…”

"I don't care if you're ruthless or not, but can't you be more low-key? Do you have to use a gun? Huh?!"

After hearing this, Alan stopped talking and looked as if he was in a state of panic. He had explained everything, so he decided to let others do as they pleased!

“You!!!”

Charles looked disappointed with Allen, gritted his teeth, pointed at Allen and said, "Get lost!"

"Ah? Your Highness, I haven't eaten yet. Won't you invite me to have a meal?"

"roll!"

"Okay!"

…

Seeing Alan almost leaving the garden, Charles remembered that he had forgotten to tell him something, and he shouted, "Wait!"

Alan thought Charles had changed his mind and was going to keep him for dinner, so he trotted back to Charles.

"Stop! Don't get too close to me. I don't want to see you."

"Yes, yes, your highness, please say."

Charles sighed and said, "Didn't you say you couldn't eat meat? I asked someone to send you a few trucks of food. They were delivered to your house this afternoon. Now, get out!"

"Why?"

Who wants the food you give me? What I want is money, pounds!

Alan sniffed and saluted again before turning and walking away.

…

Seeing Allen leaving the garden, Charles felt a little tired. He reached out and handed the stick in his hand to Capel, who had been standing beside him without saying a word.

"Has anyone gossiped about what Alan did this time?"

Taking the stick, Capel heard Charlton's question and knew that Charles was asking other nobles. He thought carefully and said, "Your Highness, no... On the contrary, some people said that Sir Allen did a great job."

"snort!"

…

"Master, you are back."

Allen, who arrived home at around nine in the evening, looked at Huth and asked, "Your Highness, did you send me something again today?"

"Yes, young master, your status in His Highness' heart is really rising day by day, and His Highness always thinks of you."

Huth didn't know what was going on. He thought his young master was doing well and was becoming more and more favored. His Royal Highness Charles liked to reward him. Didn't he give him a princely token a few days ago? !

“Hmm…”

Alan was a little embarrassed and accepted Huth's compliment vaguely.

"Hurry up and ask someone to make me something to eat! I haven't eaten yet."

"Oh? The young master didn't dine with His Highness?"

Hut was a little puzzled. How could he come back hungry after meeting His Highness?

"Uh... ahem, it's too late. Sorry to bother Your Highness. Go quickly."

"this……"

Hu Te said somewhat embarrassedly: "Master Zong is not at home, how about... let York cook something for you?"

My young master likes Chinese food. The Chinese chef we hired before was called Master Zong. Today, he thought Alan would not come back because he went out to do some business.

But now the young master is back, and this makes things difficult. It’s late at night, and we can’t go looking for someone, right?

…

"Not at home? Where did you go?"

Alan originally wanted to go upstairs, but he stopped when he heard it, feeling a little strange. Master Zong's family was in China, and he was just working here. He usually ate and lived in the manor, so how could he go out?

Could it be that... the old man has some needs?

Thinking of this, Allen smiled and said to Huth, "I understand, I understand. I can understand. Next time, just speak openly about this kind of thing."

"No, Master, have you forgotten? Master Zong went to the farm to provide technical guidance, the one you mentioned..."

Hut's right hand formed into a knife and chopped down. He was embarrassed to say obscene words, so he made a gesture to remind Alan.

"???"

"Gah Dan?"

"Yes...I think so..."

Alan realized belatedly that this seemed to be the case.

Since coming to Britain, Alan rarely eats pork.

First, it’s not tasty, and second, the pork smells too strong, it’s better to eat beef or mutton.

Due to some reasons in Europe, many of the pigs they raise are not castrated.

People here are used to eating it and don't think there is anything wrong with it, but Alan is not used to it.

When he first took a bite of the pork here, he found the taste not so bad that he couldn't swallow it, but compared to the beef, he just couldn't get used to it.

Originally he didn't understand the ins and outs of this and thought it was a problem with the breed of pig. Later, after Master Zong came, Alan wanted to eat braised pork.

But even though the master chef has good skills, the braised pork he makes still has a fishy smell.

After the final investigation, we found that the pigs here are not castrated when they are young, so they have a strong odor when they grow up. In addition, the slaughtering method is different from that in China. All these conditions add up to make the pork particularly unpalatable.

A while ago, after Alan paid off his debts, he finally had some spare money. The first thing he did was to renovate a small farm at home and add some new equipment, hoping to raise a group of pigs that were castrated when they were young.

As for the castration technique, the grooms at home know it, but they are not very skilled in doing it for pigs. Master Zong happens to know it too, and he is going to the farm to provide technical guidance today.

Because Princess Christina heard that Allen was looking for a delicious pig breed, she sent Allen dozens of Liberian black piglets.

…

"Okay...then let York make some for me, and do it well!"

"Yes! By the way, Master, the person in charge of BBC TV came to visit you today. You were not at home, so they gave you a small gift."

Hut first waved to the servant next to him and told him to go to the kitchen to inform York to cook, then followed Alan and reported quietly what happened at home during the day.

"Oh? A small gift? What is it?"

"A little pet."

"Where?"

"You go up first, I'll take you there in a minute..."

"Send it to the study. I'm going to eat there. I also need to write something later."

"Okay, Master, you go upstairs, I'll get the things."

"Um."

…

On the small stove, there was a small silver pot with a thick soup like milk and some seasonings floating in the soup.

The servant held a colander in his left hand and tongs in his right hand, picked up the thinly sliced ​​fish slices from the plate, put them in the soup pot, and strictly followed the instructions of the head chef York, blanching them for seven seconds before taking them out and finally putting them on Alan's plate.

"Hiss... this is delicious, this is delicious, York finally didn't let me down."

Use chopsticks to pick up the fish fillet and dip it lightly in the dipping sauce. It is very smooth and tender, and the meat is very delicate.

Although he learned how to make hotpot secretly, Allen felt that York's cooking skills had finally improved.

…

"Master... this is a small gift from the BBC."

Hut knocked on the door, and after Alan agreed, he walked in with a small box in his hand.