At this time, the British colonial area.
Fergieris.
George mounted his horse and hurried to the address written on the note.
At this time, his face was gloomy and terrifying. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be particularly concerned about Martha's affairs.
This may be what Long Yan calls love at first sight.
After galloping all the way, George arrived at the gate of Martha's plantation before noon.
Before he went in, George straightened out his clothes that were already very wrinkled due to the rush.
George looked at the house where Martha was and stepped forward.
I knocked on the door very politely, but no one responded.
But George was just like a man waiting to see his sweetheart, as restrained as he wanted to be.
The anxiety never stopped.
Bang!
At this moment, something hit the door, making a loud noise and hitting George's uneasy mind.
George was stunned for a moment before he could react.
The door flew open.
Mafa's angry voice came: "I will never agree to be your mistress, just..."
Martha looked at the man standing at the door, strange yet familiar, and a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face.
George smiled awkwardly and said apologetically: "Sorry, madam, for disturbing you."
Martha looked at the man who invited her to dance with her at the dance last night, and showed a slightly awkward smile: "I should be the one to apologize. I rejected you last night, and today I let you..."
Martha spread her hands, not knowing how to continue.
George didn't care: "It's okay."
"I was rude. As a gentleman, I should have made an appointment to visit you in advance. However, my friend told me that you have encountered some trouble."
"So... I wanted to come over and see if there's anything I can do to help you."
Faced with George's straight-to-the-point, unabashed way of answering, Martha smiled helplessly.
"May I ask you are?"
"George, madam, you can call me George." George introduced himself eagerly.
"Oh, dear Mr. George, I don't know if you realize how rude your behavior is. We are just friends who have met once, so you understand."
Only then did George notice how eager he was just now, but he had lost all his politeness.
After realizing that my language was even more offensive.
George took a deep breath and looked at Martha very seriously: "Ms. Martha, I'm sorry, I offended you."
"But you don't have to turn yourself into a hedgehog."
After saying these words, George smiled slightly.
He turned to leave.
A trace of regret actually arose in Martha's heart.
She is already a mother of two children, and her husband also died due to a serious illness. To the people in the town, she is an unfortunate person.
George is a different man.
He was polite and polite, and his sisters, with whom he had a fairly good relationship, said that George was once a soldier and a battle hero in Fogilis.
Such a charming person.
Martha fell in love with him at first sight, but when she thought about her current situation.
Martha sighed, but looking at George's lonely background, what could he do wrong?
He just wanted to come and comfort himself.
Martha bit her lower lip lightly and mustered up the courage to say, "Please wait."
George, who had just reined the horse, was slightly startled. He turned his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. It was Martha walking past step by step.
George still managed a smile on his lonely face.
"Excuse me, what's the matter?"
Martha extended an invitation: "If Mr. George doesn't mind, you can come and sit at my house. This is an invitation between friends."
"Invitation between friends?" George repeated.
"Yes." Martha nodded.
George thought for a moment and smiled: "It's an honor."
Martha took George into the room, but for some reason, Martha did not close the door.
After she cleaned up the crumbs in the teacup, she made a pot of good tea for George.
"Mr. George, I wonder if you have ever drank oolong tea from Longyan."
“This kind of tea has a refreshing fragrance and is not cloying, and it doesn’t have the astringent taste of other teas.”
George nodded: "Of course I have drunk Long Yan's tea. The tea they produce has a very unique taste."
"I don't know if Miss Martha has heard of it. The white peach paired with this oolong tea will have a richer taste."
"It is said that this is the fruit tea just launched by Long Yan."
Martha was slightly surprised. She had never thought that George would know so much.
Because in her impression, soldiers are a bunch of rough guys. Although George looks very elegant and behaves the same way, her consistent understanding of soldiers has not changed.
In particular, soldiers will understand Long Yan Tea, this extremely special knowledge.
Martha smiled and said: "I didn't expect that George, who is revered as a combat hero, would know so much."
George shook his head. He didn't know anything about this.
Although his father was also a large plantation owner, because he had too many brothers and sisters, the education that George received was pitiful.
This knowledge of Longyan was popularized because Green took him to Longyan City to eat and drink.
George took a sip of oolong tea, closed his eyes slightly, and savored the fragrance in his mouth.
Exhale.
“The only word that can be said about oolong tea is fragrant and mellow.”
"Ms. Martha, your tea is very good."
Martha covered her mouth and chuckled, and said, "If you like it, I can give you some."
But George said: "I should give it to you. I still have some fruit tea brought from Longyan at home. This kind of thing is too wasteful in the hands of a person like me."
"It suits you better."
"I will definitely bring it to you another day."
Martha said: "Oh, then I have to serve Mr. George with some baked cookies."
"Mr. George, I don't know why, but you are different from the soldiers I know." Martha asked curiously.
George laughed, touched his chin and said helplessly: "Maybe it's because I'm unique."
Martha and George had a great time chatting.
But at this moment, a man suddenly broke in at the door.
The man saw the two people sitting in the living room, a man and a woman, and said jokingly: "Hey, this is not my dear sister-in-law."
"Oh, no wonder you don't think of me as my mistress."
"It turns out I found a better-looking pretty boy."
Martha looked at the person coming. He was her dead husband's brother, Dan.
Hearing his frivolous and shameless voice, his face was cold and he said indifferently: "Dan, he is just my friend, please don't bother me in the future!"
Dan sneered and said indifferently: "You bitch can live here because of my brother. Now that he is dead, all his inheritance should be mine, not yours!"
