Rebirth As a Writer In Britain

After Kevin and Jenny Norfolk went to the Fiassen teahouse, Jenny Norfolk chose to sit opposite Kevin, and looked at Kevin's handsome cheek with those beautiful big eyes from time to time.

"Kevin, I read the article about the "Literary Wind News". It is a completely vexatious work. Don't pay too much attention to it." Jenny Norfolk said.

"Of course, I didn't take it to heart. A wise man once told me that a person should do what he likes and don't care too much about what others think of you. This sentence has always affected me deeply." Kevin replied sincerely.

"Well, your words are always so philosophical. Tell me, is your writing talent born? Let me guess, I think you must have been a genius when you were young, the kind that can write articles at the age of six." Jenny Norfolk looked at Kevin with super admiring eyes.

"NO, NO, NO. I'm not a genius. I only started writing articles this year. Before that, I never thought about becoming a writer. Maybe this is God's will." Kevin replied humorously .

"What does God mean? Interesting. Well, God is kind of weird."

Jenny Norfolk felt that every word Kevin said was so philosophical and humorous, which was not found in the men she had seen, not in Somerset, nor in his brother Lyart.

"Yes, God is a very strange existence. But thank you, Miss Jenny, thank you for comforting me." Kevin thanked.

"That's what everyone who likes "Jane Eyre" and "Wuthering Heights" should do, because they are so wonderful that no one has the right to criticize them."

"Well, thank God then. Oh, please."

Having said that, the waiter has already brought over what the two of them ordered --- dim sum served on a three-layer porcelain plate. Sandwiches are placed on the first layer, traditional British dessert scones are placed on the second layer, and cakes and fruit tarts are placed on the third layer. and Darjeeling tea.

The most famous teas in Fyasen Tea House include Earl Grey, Ceylon, and Darjeeling. Jenny Norfolk originally planned to order Ceylon tea, but when she saw Kevin ordered Darjeeling, she also ordered Darjeeling.

Darjeeling is a variety of English black tea because it is produced on the Darjeeling plateau in the foothills of the Himalayas in the northern province of West Bengal, India. Hence the name.

The quality of Darjeeling tea is the best in May and June, and it is known as "champagne in black tea". Its soup is orange-yellow, with a fragrant and elegant smell. The top grade has a grape aroma, delicate and soft taste, and has a high value.

In the UK, there are also various names of black tea, such as Assam, Niljili, Uba, Dimbula, Nuwa Lalia, Qimen, Lapsang Souchong, and so on.

The British drink tea differently from the Chinese. They like to add some milk to the tea, and they pour the tea before adding the milk. There is also a certain order in the consumption of their refreshments, from light to heavy, from salty to sweet. When eating something from a multi-layer plate, it is generally from the bottom up, starting from the bottom layer and going up.

Kevin has all the memories of Kevin in this parallel world, so everything seems to be no problem. It's just that when sipping tea and eating, this eighteen-year-old girl always looked at him with affectionate eyes from time to time, as if she wanted to regard him as a long-hungry prey.

The two chatted for two hours at the Feassen teahouse, and Jenny Norfolk was always asking Kevin some questions about his life, as well as some plot stories involved in Kevin's book.

For example, what color does Kevin like, what kind of dishes does he like to eat, etc.,

For example, Mr. Earnshaw in "Wuthering Heights", he brought the swarthy foundling Heathcliff back from Liverpool to the Heights, and walked many miles, and the only reward he got back home was the malice of the whole family. Is this an act of pure selflessness? Or is there another purpose?

Frances was the wife Hendry had brought home from college. She was a sick, stupid girl who at first was delighted by what she saw at the Heights, but whose shallow nature made it impossible for her to empathize with the true beauty of the world in which she was to live. She reluctantly gave birth to her son Hareton, and then died, leaving Hendry alone in the world. Even if this woman's fate is so short, why arrange for her to appear?

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The eighteen-year-old girl just wanted to know more about the life of the writer she liked and admired. Kevin also answered her one by one without getting bored, which made Jenny Norfolk very happy and excited.

"Thank you---Mr. Kevin, thank you for spending a pleasant afternoon with me. This is the best moment in Edinburgh." After Jenny Norfolk sent Kevin back to the downstairs community, she turned to face him. Kevin said.

"No, Miss Jenny, I should say thank you, thank you for encouraging and supporting me, this is my greatest honor. You know, having a loyal reader is more important than anything else for a writer. So, thank you you."

"That's what I should do, and I will continue to support it as always." Jenny Norfolk still looked at Kevin's cheek with beautiful eyes while speaking.

"Thank you so much. Oh, I'm here. Bye."

After speaking, Kevin pushed open the window, and then shook his hand at Jenny Norfolk. Jenny Norfolk also gave him a beautiful smile. Afterwards, he turned the car around and reluctantly left Kevin's community.

All the way home, Jenny Norfolk had a smile on her face. So much so that Bao Ke, the housekeeper at home, thought that she had some great deeds.

"Hi! Miss Jenny Norfolk, what's the matter with you today? You seem very happy? Could it be that you won the lottery ticket? No, no, no, even if you really won the lottery, the bonus is nothing to you It's nothing." Bock said curiously.

"You know? Uncle Bowker, I feel that this afternoon in Edinburgh is the most beautiful." Jenny Norfolk replied.

"My dear lady, every afternoon in Edinburgh is similar, and today's is no different from the usual ones. It seems that something you like and look forward to has happened to you. Otherwise, your cheeks won't be full With an enviable look of joy." Bowker said.

"Yes, Uncle Bowker. Oh, father has gone to London, when will he be back?" Jenny Cowardly only remembered her father's going to London at this time.

"My lord duke will probably be back the day after tomorrow. Before that, he told me to take good care of you. Seeing that you are in such a happy mood now, I feel much more at ease." Bowker said relaxedly.

"Thank you, Uncle Bowker. Oh, I'm going upstairs first."

After speaking, Jenny Norfolk happily walked back to her room on the second floor. Yes, since talking to Kevin all afternoon, she feels very comfortable and at ease. Maybe it's because of this romantic and talented man, or because the other party is a writer I like! God knows!