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Although the operator called Uncle Oliver complained, a smile soon appeared on his face.

"As long as it doesn't rain, it's good weather. This is in Xiaoqiu County. Besides, how do you know if it will clear up in a while?"

What does this mean? Are you mocking my Empire, where the sun never sets, that there are almost no sunny days all year round? (Great Britain is furious)

"Okay, I can't beat you."

Oliver shook his head helplessly, then shouted at another operator who was still pretending to process documents in the back.

"Hey, Shredder, stop dawdling. There are no customers. It's just little Jenny who's slacking off every day."

(Jenny, also known as Qin Liu, but this code name was given to her after she joined Rhodes Island, and it is different from bagpipes and horns)

(So ​​do you feel the city is falling apart?)

By the way, the operator code name "Shredder" is also quite abstract.

"Today I brought everyone banana toffee pies and shortbread. Last week my father sent me some tea, so I brought that too."

Jenny opened the lid of the basket. Just hearing the description was enough to make the operators sitting in the office start drooling, not to mention the aroma that filled the entire room.

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Oliver, do you have any evaporated milk left?"

Jenny suddenly remembered and asked.

"Well......."

Oliver was stunned for a moment. The Shredder who came over glared at him and then accused him.

"It's already grown hair, he just didn't remember to buy it."

Of course, it's just a joke.

"Damn it, it's clearly your turn to buy it, did I remember it wrong?"

Oliver argued angrily, pulling in the other two people who were there to watch the show.

"Fred! Will! You two can say something too!"

"Okay, okay, it's not worth arguing over such a small matter."

Although she could see that they were just joking, Jenny still tried to smooth things over and took out a lot of things from the basket.

"Look, what is this? It's fresh evaporated milk and cheese. I bought it when I passed by the morning market. I'm giving it to you first. Also, I've wanted to try making milk tea for a long time. I think at least Uncle Oliver would like it."

Oliver rolled his eyes at his colleagues and sighed, "Ah, little Jenny is the most considerate. Will, I hope you can learn from her and at least don't grow up to be like the guy next to you code-named Shredder. His character is so bad, tut tut tut..."

“This shortbread tastes really good.”

"I feel so too."

Will and Shredder already have a cookie in each hand, so what about Oliver? Just go away for now.

"Hey, you two! Leave some for me!"

Ignoring Oliver who started shouting, Will wiped his mouth, looked at Jenny with some confusion and asked.

"Miss Willow, won't you be punished by your superiors for running out like this every day to bring us breakfast?"

The shredder next to him also thought of this problem and said to himself.

"That's true. The rules of the Victorian Army are quite strict."

"Ah... Well, don't worry about that. I'm just a ceremonial guard. If there's no important event or recruitment propaganda, I won't be of any use. The sergeant won't even think of me at ordinary times."

If Beichen were here, he would probably be very confused.

After all, in his impression, the ceremonial guards are selected from tens of thousands, and it is not an adequate description to say that they are selected from one out of a hundred thousand.

But it might be a little different here in Victoria... How can it be okay that the guards of honor are just treated as mere decorations?

"Besides, it's not like I don't have any work to do."

Jenny proudly unfolded what she had in her hand. It was a flag, the flag that symbolized Victoria.

"The first thing I do every morning when I get up is take the flag down from the stand, and while I wait for the flour to ferment and the coffee to brew, I iron the wrinkles out of the flag bit by bit."

Jenny continued as she stroked the flag.

"After baking the shortbread, I have to rinse the flour off myself. It takes time for my hair to dry, so this is the perfect time to take care of the flagpole and make it shine like new."

As Oliver listened to her description, he couldn't help but focus his attention on the flag in Jenny's hand, and didn't notice the boiling hot tea in his cup at all.

If you drink this, your mouth will probably be covered with bubbles.

The degree to which a person values ​​the national flag directly reflects how much he values ​​his motherland.

But...is Victoria worthy of her love at this moment?

"Uncle Oliver, please don't touch the cup yet. It's still hot."

"Ah, thank you."

Oliver put down the cup and was about to take another shortbread when he suddenly noticed that there was a lot less food on the plate.

"Damn, you guys eat so fast."

"Huh? You're not ashamed to say that. Did you steal my pie?"

Just as the two began to argue about who ate the most, no one noticed that there was less food on the plates, and the plate with toffee pie was even empty.

Chapter 428 Is This Appropriate?

"........How about it?"

"Hmm.......I've never had such a great dessert in Victoria."

"Hahahaha, that's good."

Not sure if it was an auditory hallucination or something else, but Oliver seemed to hear two strangers talking.

It seems to be coming from inside the room?!

He looked around and saw Jenny was the only one there besides his colleagues.

Oliver scratched his head. Could it be that he was hallucinating because he was too tired from working?

(I must have been too tired from slacking off and had hallucinations)

"Uncle Oliver, what are you looking at?"

Jenny asked curiously.

"Ah, nothing, I probably just heard it wrong, by the way............."

Before Oliver could finish his words, a ball suddenly flew in from the open window and almost knocked over the cup in Oliver's hand.

"Hey, those naughty kids, why are they here playing ball again?"

Oliver sighed, put down the cup in his hand, and reached out to pick up the rolling ball.

"Uncle Oliver, let me teach them a lesson."

Jenny stopped the ball that rolled to her feet first, and of course Oliver quickly agreed. After all, except Jenny, the people present were not very good at dealing with children.

Of course, Oliver would not admit that this was actually the reason why he looked a little fierce.

"Oh no, oh no, the ball flew into the house."

The children who were playing ball together just now were stunned.

"I'll pick it up."

A child spoke up and started walking towards the door of the Rhodes Island office.

"Craig, don't do that! If you hit those adults..."

His friend at the side reached out and pulled him back, hastily trying to dissuade him: "Last time, wasn't Sister Carol...?"

Before she could finish her words, Jenny turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Oh no! Someone is coming out! Run, run!"

The group of children immediately scattered and fled. Jenny looked down and saw that the only one left was the boy named Craig.

"Hey kid, is this your ball?"

Jenny squatted down and looked up at the boy who lowered his head.

"........."

Craig didn't answer. He turned his head away, not daring to look Jenny in the eye.

"You can't make friends if you're too shy. Come on, stretch out your hand."

Jenny said with a smile, trying to make the expression on her face a little kinder.

"Will you...will you hit me?"

Craig finally spoke, but asked the question in a trembling voice.

Jenny was stunned for a moment, and could only smile helplessly, then handed the ball to him and comforted him in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you. Come on, take the ball back."

Even though Jenny's tone was so gentle, Craig still hesitated and didn't dare to extend his hand.

"Well, you seem to live nearby. I think I've seen you before. Does your mother sell apples in the alleys of District 17 every morning at dawn?"

Looking at Craig's face, Jenny suddenly remembered and continued, "Your apples taste great. Although they're not that crispy, they're still very sweet. They're perfect for making puree and spreading on bread."

After hearing Jenny talking about her mother, Craig's fear finally subsided. He carefully reached out and took the ball from Jenny.

Jenny immediately showed a happy smile and asked happily: "That's right, my name is Jenny, what's your name?"

"My name is........."

Before he could introduce himself, a man suddenly rushed over, grabbed his hand and ran away quickly.

The frightened look in his eyes when he turned back to confirm whether Jenny had caught up with him made Jenny feel a lot more depressed.

"Little Jenny, are you back?"

Oliver also noticed that Jenny was in a low mood.

"Well, it's a group of kids playing ball."

Oliver's eyes moved to the window glass, which had an obvious crack.

"These little guys are always running around in the streets early in the morning. Last time a piece of our window glass was broken, it must have been them who did it."

"Haha, I'm just a kid after all. When I was a kid, I also broke the potted plants of my neighbor's uncle. Later, I was severely punished by my father."

Jenny replied with a smile, and her mood improved a lot.

However, the Shredder, who was sitting by the window and witnessed everything, said something that seemed a little inappropriate.

"Your hand touched the boy."

Jenny looked at the shredder with a questioning look, as if asking if there was anything wrong with doing this.

"His father passed away half a year ago. The poor man had mineral sickness. Many people were afraid to touch him because of this."

Not only do they not dare to touch him, but they may get beaten even before the shredder finishes its words.

"what........."

Jenny couldn't help but put her hands behind her back.

"Workers, there is not much money. The iron byproduct processing factory has cooperated with Amway, but the preventive medicine is insufficient."

"You're hesitant, which is normal. However, one in five families in their community has had a mineral patient."

Shredder said calmly that he had experienced similar things and he was not complaining, he was just telling the story.

"They take care of each other. If it weren't for those soldiers..."

"That's enough, Shredder!"

Oliver interrupted him. How could he say this at this time? He had already seen Jenny's lips pursed slightly.

"I...it's okay. You are just stating the facts. I have also heard that my colleagues have some misunderstandings about the patients of the mine. No, not only the patients, but all the residents here."

Jenny explained hurriedly.

"I don't think so. We are all Victorians, right? They don't have an easy life. I understand. I just hope they can be happier..."