"What? Is that the God of Beauty?" Winters was a little surprised because he actually only saw the females in the fruit body.

Anna nodded with a sweet smile.

Although the girl in front of her was smiling, Winters clearly saw two wrinkles on her eyebrows. He also noticed that Anna's left hand holding the candlestick was clenched too tightly and too hard, and the girl's right hand was twitching slightly unconsciously.

Did I say the wrong thing? Winters was a little puzzled. He couldn't understand why Mrs. Navare's daughter was obviously extremely angry, but she still pretended to be sunny.

The people worshipped in the army were all Layton, a man with a strong personality and heroic and unrestrained personality like Field. Even if Winters didn't like Major General Layton very much, he was willing to follow Layton to the battlefield.

Although Winters wanted to make up for it, he was not a well-known connoisseur of art. The paintings conveyed only the simplest intuitive feeling, so he honestly expressed his thoughts: "If you don't tell me that it was Aphrodite, I would have thought it was Athena."

"How could Athena show her naked body?" Anna was slightly stunned.

"Is that true? I'm shallow." Winters blushed again, thinking hard about words that can appropriately describe his intuitive feelings: "But the goddess in the painting gives me a more like a... female warrior, female warrior. That's right, that's it!"

His thoughts suddenly became clear, and he gestured and explained: "Although the characters in the painting are female (the breasts have secondary sexual characteristics), they are very healthy, heroic, and well-proportioned, and even I don't have that beautiful abdominal muscles... I feel that if there is an extra shield and a spear in her hand, she will be more coordinated, and she mistakenly recognizes her as the goddess of war."

Anna covered her face and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Montane, I have never heard of these comments, but they are fresh." Her brows no longer frowned, her fists no longer clenched, her eyes were like crescent moons, this time it was a heartfelt smile.

Winters said embarrassedly: "I don't know how to draw, these are my random thoughts."

"A very interesting idea, Mr. Montagne."

"Maybe I can ask the painter what he thought."

"In my opinion, the painter doesn't know what he wants to convey."

"Who painter created this masterpiece?"

"I'm not a painter, it was bought by my mother from an unknown young painter."

"But I think he painted beautifully."

"It's nothing more than a clumsy imitation of classical art. Many goddess statues in the classical era are so beautiful and heroic, many of which are even female statues converted from male statues." Anna took off the door latch and pushed open the door leading to the living room of the kitchen: "Come on, Mr. Montane, you can tell the chef whatever you want, please don't be polite."

But there was not a single person in the Nuoda kitchen, only a faint light of fire came from the oven. The door leading to the backyard was open, and it seemed that the servants working here were lazy and slipped out.

Anna stood motionless at the kitchen door with her back to Winters.

"It's too late, and it seems that the kitchen has already reached rest time. Then don't bother, let's go back." Winters was a little worried that the little mistress would not come out of Taiwan.

"How can that be done?" Anna walked into the kitchen and lit the oil lamps everywhere with candlesticks: "If you don't mind, I'll prepare it for you."

Winters was a little flattered: "I'm not hungry anymore, why bother you to make things yourself?"

"There are some ready-made ingredients, which are very convenient, just don't dislike it." Anna's voice was soft, but Winters refused: "Please burn the oven a little more."

Winters subconsciously obeyed the order and began to add fuel to the oven.

Anna found two pieces of wheat bread left by the servants and cut off the crust that had become hardened due to the long-term placement.

Then cut thin slices from the large pieces of cheese and smoked meat in the pantry layer by layer and piece them on the bread. Finally, a pickled cucumber was picked out from the jar, cut it in half, and put half pieces each.

Winters wanted to help, but couldn't reach out at all, so he could only watch Anna in the dress busy in and out of the kitchen.

The second-processed bread was sent to the oven and baked by Anna. The cheese gradually melted and penetrated into the gaps inside the bread. A few minutes later, Anna cut the baked bread into small pieces with a knife and led Winters out of the kitchen to a secluded gazebo in the corner of the garden.

The air was filled with a certain fragrance of roses, and the cicadas around them were chirping one after another. The bright moon covered the light of most of the stars. Through the neatly trimmed bushes, you could vaguely see the lights in the hall not far away coming out of the windows.

"Please use it."

Winters didn't expect that things would develop like this. He just asked for orders casually, but in the end he asked the little mistress to cook in person.

He said to Anna apologetically: "You can just leave me here alone. I'm so embarrassed to delay you for so long. Mrs. Navare may be waiting anxiously."

The girl did not leave, but sat gently on the stone bench with her skirt in her arms, and said to Winters with a smile: "It's me that I want to thank you, Mr. Montagne, for giving me an excuse to escape from the boring party. I don't want to attend such a party at all."

"What, is the party bad?"

"What's good about evening? Isn't the entertainment at the evening party just listen to the most powerful men bragging?"

"Well said it well! Miss Navare, it well!" This humorous summary made Winters smile and applaud. No one would empathize with this sentence more than a soldier.

Anna no longer maintained a ladylike smile and giggled. At this moment, Winters truly felt that Miss Navare in front of her had become a living person of flesh and blood, and no longer a puppet.

"Please use it, Mr. Montagne." Anna gestured to Winters to sit down.

Winters tasted Anna’s fruit, bacon, cheese, sour cucumber and bread were a wonderful combination: “Although the bread was a little dry, it was really delicious.”

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "When I was a child, my grandfather often did this for me to eat. Fresh bread will taste better if it has more moisture."

Winters was really hungry. The best way to praise a chef's craftsmanship is to eat. Winters tried hard to express his praise for Anna's cooking skills.

While busy eating, Winters's after-light spot found Anna staring at her.

Winters stopped and asked Anna with his eyes: What's wrong?

"I actually didn't eat anything since the afternoon," Anna said quietly.

"Then half of these foods are you and me?"

“But I can’t eat it.”

"Why?"

“Only married ladies have the right to eat, burp and fart freely in front of men.”

"Hahaha, why do you say that?" Winters discovered that Miss Navare was really a wonderful person. Not only did she look at the world with a very clear perspective, but she was also very erotic and full of witty words.

"Mr. Montane, do you have sisters?"

"I only have one sister."

"Then have you heard your mother and your sister say 'No girl who is greedy can find a man'?"

Winters recalled carefully: "I have never heard my sister's mother say this."

"If you are also a lady, your mother will tell you, 'What men want is a little girl with a small appetite like a sparrow, it is better to have no knowledge, and they will only say that you are really amazing. If a man finds that you have more knowledge than them, they will not marry you'." Anna, who took off her disguise, no longer deliberately kept her smile, and looked a little depressed.

"So ladies are going to be stupid?" Winters never even held the young lady's hand when he said that he had never considered this issue.

"Yes."

"You can't pretend to be stupid for the rest of your life, right?"

"It's too late for men to regret it after getting married."

"Hahaha."

"What are you laughing at? Mr. Montane." Anna angrily, and exhaled her depression in her chest in one breath: "The truth is that. You can eat whatever you want when you are hungry at the party. People will praise your calmness. But what about me? I am very hungry, but if I do this, my reputation will be ruined, and the whole Hailan will quietly spread my gossip. Do you think this is fair?"

"This is indeed unfair, but it is a big problem. You and I can't solve it. You and I can only solve one small problem." Winters thought for a while, and asked Anna with a smile: "Are you planning to marry me?"

"What are you talking about crazy things?" Anna stood up in panic and stared at Winters with wide eyes.

"Since you don't plan to marry me, I don't plan to marry you. Then why do you still have to worry about your image in front of me?" Winters explained to Anna calmly: "There are only two of us here. Even if you eat a whole cow in front of me, it will not reach the ears of the person you like. Since you want to pursue fairness, you shouldn't even oppress yourself when you are alone."

Winters pushed the tray with bread to Anna: "Eat when you're hungry, don't care about me. I won't talk about this to others."

"Even if you tell others, I'm not afraid!" Winters blushed countless times tonight, and this time it was finally Anna's turn to blush on her cheeks: "Come here!"

"What are you doing?" Winters was a little confused.

"I want you to come! Come to stand by me." Anna repeated again.

Winters looked confused and walked slowly to Anna. He was a little worried about whether he was going to slap him.

The girl stared at Winters for a few seconds, turned around, and showed Winters the beautifully lined back: "Help me untie it."

"Don't do this, I don't consider getting married yet!" Looking at Anna's beautiful neck, Winters hurriedly refused. He was in a mess now and couldn't figure out why he suddenly wanted to take off his clothes?

Anna was angry and anxious, and punched Winters hard and stamped her feet repeatedly: "What are you thinking? I want you to help me tie my waist and untie it. With this thing in my arms, I can't eat."

"I was so scared that I thought I was going to bed with me." Winters thought.

Hearing that he had just untied his waist, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is the waist?"

Anna wore a long ruffled blue dress with white velvet ribbons on the edges of the ruffled ones. The bottom is large and the top is small, and the waist is below the exaggerated skirt hem supported by the skirt.

It was not until this moment that Winters noticed that the girl's waist was very thin, so thin that it was not as thick as a sixteen-pound cannon. This thin waist had violated the normal form of the human body and was completely forced to this extent by external forces.

I just admired the picture of Aphrodite, which shows the beauty of women's physical beauty without restraint. Later, I saw this thin waist that was strangled, which made Winters feel that treating women like this was too cruel and pathological.

"You untie the rope on the back of the skirt first, then open the rope buckle on the waist inside the skirt, and I will do the rest myself." Anna blushed, not knowing what evil she was in, so she actually asked a man to untie her waist.

"Oh, OK." As soon as Anna said, Winters understood. He easily unbuttoned the rope of his skirt and loosened the cross-width string little by little.

"Why are you so skillful?" Anna was alert to discover that Warrant Officer Montane unbuttoned the skirt rope in a few strokes, which was faster than her close-fitting maid.

"Isn't this just shoelaces? I have been wearing boots for more than ten years, wearing shoelaces and loose shoelaces, and I can do the work of closing my eyes." Winters replied proudly.

After the tugging knot was untied, Anna did not let Winters help anymore, and slowly loosened the rest of the body. This process was not to take off the corset, but to make the corset no longer tight like loose shoelaces.

Anna, who had got rid of her waist, took a few deep breaths happily. It was obvious that this tight corset not only strangled the waist and abdomen, but also pressed the space in her lungs. She glared at Winters, sat back on the stone bench, and started eating revengefully.

Winters couldn't help but start to feel that the young lady was a little pitiful. He pushed all the rest of her food to Anna. He ate alone and watched alone, and sat there for a while until Anna ate all the remaining bread in one breath.

"I haven't eaten a few bites yet," Winters quipped, "It's all in your stomach."

"If you want to eat, why don't you make it yourself?" Anna immediately rushed back.

The food was gone, and Winters felt that it was meaningless to sit here, so he asked, "Then let's go back to the party?"

"I won't go back, you are not allowed to go back. When you go back, your mother will definitely send someone to find me."
To be continued...