Just before dawn, a towering gothic Castle in the vast countryside of Hampshire, 70 kilometers west of London, has begun to welcome a new day.


    The cook prepared everyone''s breakfast quickly. In order to make the ink dry, the maid ironed today''s newspaper. The maids opened the gorgeous and thick curtains, and the sunlight poured into the living room through the clouds. Paul, the calm housekeeper, stood in the hall, looking at the busy waiters and maids, and looking at the bell connecting the living room to the wall from time to time, waiting for it to ring It''s a signal from the host to the waiter.


    This is the beginning of the 21st century, the British aristocracy Boleyn family standard daily open.


    "Hoo --"


    as the host of Bolin manor, he breathed the cool and fresh air, stood on the white terrace, looked around everything around, and Arthur''s disordered thoughts gradually eased, which made him have to sigh. Environment, can really bring a wonderful mood.


    "Hoo -"


    exhaled a breath of stale breath in his heart. Arthur patted his cheek, raised his arms, stretched out his stiff body, and then turned back to his luxurious wound, reached for the red ring button.


    Bell bell -


    looking at the housekeeper Paul of the clock time on the wall with a slight frown, he heard the bell ring and straightened his body slightly. Then he looked back at the waiter and maid who had been ready. Without saying anything, he stepped up the stairs with his arm swinging, and the waiter with the newspaper and breakfast plate followed him Then came the waiter with the small table, and the maid came at the end, holding the pressed white shirt and suit.


    "Please come in."


    With a click, the door was pushed open, and Paul, the well-dressed Butler, came in with a smile and bowed to greet him.


    "Good morning, mylord!"


    "Good morning, Paul." Arthur leaned against the wound and said with a smile.


    "It''s a nice day today. Did you sleep well last night?"


    Arthur shook his head and gave a wry smile. He looked at the maid who was preparing his breakfast. He spread out his hands and said, "no, I''m sleepless. "


    butler Paul went to the edge of the wound, looked at the blood in Arthur''s eyes, frowned slightly, and said in a soft voice," count, don''t worry too much, everything will be all right. "


    "Thank you. Well, let me see my big breakfast. To be honest, I''m a little hungry."


    Arthur looked at the breakfast covered in the stainless steel cover on the plate on the stretched little table on the wound. The waiter took the cover off with a smile and the breakfast was presented to Arthur.


    Perhaps the most ironic thing about breakfast in the world is that it''s the British food that gets the most attention.


    There is an old English saying: "breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dinner like a beggar." It can''t be more accurate to generalize the British attitude towards breakfast.


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