hello mr darcy

Bingley had already secretly followed Jane and walked ahead, completely forgetting about the two little friends who came out with him, and only Jane was the only one who was full of eyes.

Lydia, who was forgotten by Jane, just followed behind quietly.Darcy walked aside quietly, but Richard kept talking along the way.

"Lydia, I have to say. Your dance steps are really perfect, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met!" Richard praised without hesitation, which made even Lydia A thick-skinned person like Ya felt embarrassed.

"Oh, don't praise me like that. It will make me really arrogant." She turned her head and asked Mr. Darcy, who had been extremely quiet, "I think Mr. Darcy must have met an extremely outstanding lady."

Darcy looked over, and Lydia's eyes were slightly smiling: "I need to fight now, otherwise I will become extremely naive and conceited."

Richard smiled, and said from the side: "Lydia, you must have difficulty imagining Darcy's request for a lady. I only heard it for the first time two days ago. It's really terrifying!"

Lydia thought: Here we come!That sentence has been handed down for centuries.It is a request that has broken the hearts of countless girls in future generations.

Darcy clenched his fists unconsciously, and there was a burst of unspeakable anger in his chest, but he couldn't vent it no matter what.

Looking at the girl's stunning face, his eyes lowered slightly: "Miss Lydia is still young, so she doesn't need to think about these things so early."

Darcy glanced at Richard aside without any trace: "I also have a younger sister, I always hope she can be more naughty."

Lydia looked at Darcy, and looked at the gentleman's face very seriously.He is indeed extremely handsome, no wonder he is a male god who has been passed down for a hundred years.

To be honest, since she was studying, Lydia admired Darcy very much.It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a young male god. Although she couldn't hear Darcy's classic lines at this time, she was quite satisfied.

The girl's focused eyes made Darcy's body tense, and his back straightened unconsciously.Although his face was still calm, his tightly clenched fists, behind his back, revealed his mood without a doubt.

After looking at it for a long time, Lydia retracted her eyes: "Thank you for your blessing, Mr. Darcy. If my mother can see it like this, she will be very happy."

Richard asked: "Could it be that Mrs. Bennet attaches great importance to her daughter's training?"

Lydia curled her lips: "It can't be considered harsh, but it will definitely not give us enough pounds to buy beautiful things casually."

She made a joke to understand the topic.

"Beautiful things?" Richard was very interested. "What is that?"

Lydia raised her brows and replied: "Books full of knowledge, mellow wine, a bright flower...Even a delicate ribbon can be a beautiful thing!"

Richard laughed: "It seems that Mrs. Bennet really can't let you buy it at will. Otherwise, wouldn't the whole of Longbourn be bought back home!"

"That makes sense!" Lydia nodded with a smile. "If I'm given enough time, I'm afraid I can take a ship to the other side of the sea and bring back the beautiful things there."

Darcy was still breathing calmly, quietly following the two of them, but at this moment he said: "Miss Lydia, do you like traveling?"

Lydia turned her head: "Being able to see a foreign country, unique culture and specialness. I will naturally like such a happy thing."

Talking about her wish, Lydia had a big smile on her face.A pair of eyes are so bright that even Mr. Darcy's heart is moved.

He opened his mouth, about to express his previous apology to Lydia.

"Oh, this is really a very happy journey." Bingley's voice sounded from the front, and only then did the three realize that Bennet's manor was close at hand.

"It seems that we have arrived." Lydia thanked the two men, "Thank you for your company."

"My pleasure." They both tipped their hats.

The three said their goodbyes, and Lydia walked over briskly, holding Jane's arm, and was about to leave.

"You, will you still take a walk in the afternoon?" Bingley looked straight at Jane with a pair of eyes, obviously looking extremely reluctant.

Looking at Bingley's face, Jane felt a little shy again.She lowered her head and didn't answer.He also didn't see the hurt and sadness in Bingley's eyes when she dodged her eyes.

Lydia said: "Jane likes to walk on that grass, Mr. Bingley."

Bingley nodded, looked at Jane's beautiful face again, said goodbye reluctantly, turned around and went back with his companion.

"Jane, you can't always be so reserved." After seeing Bingley walking away, Lydia quickly grabbed Jane and told her very seriously.

Jane was at a loss: "But, Mr. Bingley..."

"Are you still calling him Mr. Bingley?" Lydia frowned. "It would hurt him very much."

When Jane heard this, she looked at Lydia with some concern: "Will he get hurt? But I thought that I had already behaved very well..."

Lydia understood what Jane was saying, and for a girl as reserved and placid as she was, this walk with Mr. Bingley was evident enough.

But obviously, Mr. Bingley, a gentleman who has just moved to Netherfield, doesn't understand Jane's temperament.If it goes on for a long time, no amount of enthusiasm will be slowly worn away.

"Jane, you have to remember that girls can be reserved, but they can't forget to express their feelings." Lydia is just a younger sister, and she is already extremely disrespectful to her elder sister when she can say this.

That's all she can say. As for other things, let's do my best and obey the destiny.

Lydia has to admit that since she sent an ordinary ribbon, she has slapped the heroine of the entire book.Such a terrifying influence of butterfly wings really frightened her a lot.

As for the subsequent plot, it is better to be cautious.

Mrs. Bennet was naturally very excited about Mr. Bingley sending Jane home.

"We must be very grateful for Mr. Bingley's kindness." She ordered excitedly, "We must send an invitation early, and let Mr. Bingley come here to have a good lunch."

Lydia choked: The dishes at this time are so unpalatable, and I have to bother to serve them.It's really hard...

She took another hard bite of the tough steak and swallowed it together with the salty sea salt.When the beef scraped her throat, she felt a dull pain, and even mourned for her miserable stomach for a moment.

Learning to cook must be on the agenda.

Although Lydia can be regarded as ambitious, she even told Mr. Bennet about her own ideas.With the complete encouragement and support of my father, I followed Mrs. Hill into the kitchen.

But when she saw the facilities that were far behind modern stoves, she was full of enthusiasm just now, but now it is almost extinguished.

"Do you usually use this kind of stove to cook?" Lydia was still a little unbelievable.

She did not expect that Western civilization, which has not experienced the industrial revolution, is still at a scientific level.Lydia pursed her lips, that's right, even steam couldn't be used as an energy source at this time.

It is justifiable that this can be called a primitive stove.

Mrs. Hill obviously didn't like Miss Lydia's sudden interest in howling.At this time, seeing her embarrassed face, I naturally knew it.I'm afraid that the young lady who hasn't really suffered much since she was a child can't imagine the depression of making a living in the smoke.

"After the fire here, the skirt will be stained." Mrs. Hill said at the right time, intending to completely dispel Lydia's attitude of saying that the wind is the rain.

Unexpectedly, although Lydia saw the appearance of the kitchen, she was already extremely hesitant.But the decision she made has never been taken back.

What's more... She recalled the terrible dark cooking.

Lydia shuddered with horror: she would not want to eat such a terrible thing again, she longed for some delicious and well-cooked food.

Lydia is very aware of her level: "Get ready, Mrs. Hill. Let's start with the simplest fire-making!"

The corners of Mrs. Hill's eyes twitched, and an indescribable premonition slowly enveloped her.

Before she managed to set the kitchen on fire, Lydia managed to build an imperfect but workable stove.This has already taken her a whole afternoon.

Looking at the sun that had already set, Lydia deeply felt the urgency of time.

Mrs. Hill suggested from the side: "Why don't I prepare today's dinner?"

Lydia looked at the kitchen utensils in her hands and shook her head: "I promised Dad!"

As she spoke, she quickly cut some vegetables into sections, put them directly into the cooking pot, and threw them into the boiling water.

She carefully tried some spices, and finally tasted a few that were similar to the familiar ones from a large pile of unfamiliar leaves.After adjusting it slightly, before Mrs. Hill could react, she threw it directly into the pot.

It was the first time for Mrs. Hill to see such a treatment method, and she looked horrified: "We can't put spices in when they are not cooked."

Lydia didn't pay much attention to Mrs. Hill's exclamation. She counted the time and lifted the lid of the pot, stirred the soup, and took a sip.Immediately, he raised his head and let out a satisfied sigh.

"It has some taste!"

Finally away from the dark cuisine, Lydia could almost cry with joy.

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