"I... I'm actually not a qualified tutor either..."
Hearing Lane say this, Rowlin was somewhat overwhelmed with surprise for a moment.
"Indeed."
Lane wasn't being polite with Rowlin and said straightforwardly:
"Whether it's in terms of handling affairs or the way of doing things, you can't be called a qualified tutor. But your willingness to solve the predicament for the students is actually something that many tutors don't have."
Although most of Lane's words were saying that she wasn't good, Rowlin still felt a little happy.
After all, she admitted what Lane said earlier and had also been told so by many people. But the latter part of the evaluation was something that no one else had ever noticed.
At the same time, this was also the code of conduct that Rowlin had always followed.
"Anyway, you just need to be responsible for telling the duke for me. Leave the rest to me."
"OK!"
Rowlin nodded and agreed.
After the matter was settled, Lane stretched himself:
"It's time for lunch. Tutor Rowlin, do you want to stay and have lunch together?"
Rowlin blushed and shook her head: "I'll go back to the college first."
"How will you go back? Walk back?"
Rowlin: "..."
Rowlin suddenly realized that she came here on Lane's horse. Now that she was alone, how could she go back?
Lane was also shocked by this woman's stupidity. So, you insisted on getting on my horse but didn't even think of this?
After being confused for a moment, Rowlin had to look at Lane with pleading eyes:
"Mr. Lane..."
"Alright, alright. Stay and have lunch first. After eating, I'll send you back to the college."
Lane rubbed his temples and felt a headache.
In the future, try to let Nanali have as few of her classes as possible. Nanali is very smart. What if she becomes stupid after having too many of her classes? After making Rowlin sit properly, Lane stepped into the kitchen and started preparing today's lunch.
Originally, Nanali should have lunch at the college, and the two maids also planned to prepare lunch for themselves.
Now that Lane suddenly came back and was going to cook in person, it naturally made the two women overjoyed.
Looking at the excited looks of the two women, Lane sighed:
"Don't you care about the young lady? Just know to eat?"
"We can't comfort the young lady."
Deli smiled and said.
Daixi also nodded repeatedly:
"Now the only person who can comfort the young lady is Mr. Lane."
"Yes."
Deli continued: "The young lady seems very close to Mr. Lane. How about this? My sister and I will take care of Mr. Lane, and Mr. Lane takes care of the young lady?"
"Good, good!"
Daixi replied excitedly.
Watching the two sisters of the maids chatting like in a cross-talk, Lane felt that his headache was even worse.
How did Old Lam endure these two for such a long time?
Lane learned things very quickly. This was only his third time cooking, but he had already become very proficient.
Rowlin was sitting obediently outside originally, but as a burst of fragrance wafted out from the kitchen, her stomach also grumbled.
"It smells so good..."
Rowlin swallowed her saliva. Even at her grandfather's birthday banquet, she had never smelled such delicious food.
Unable to hold back any longer, Rowlin stood up, leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, and peeked at the situation inside.
Soon, lunch was ready. Lane asked the two maids to plate it and serve it on the table, while he himself walked to Nanali's room.
"Miss, are you feeling better? It's time to eat."
Nanali's voice quickly came from the room, responding to Lane:
"I... still want to be alone for a while."
Listening to Nanali's still somewhat tired voice, Lane said:
"Then I'll bring your portion to you. You can eat in the room, miss. Call me after you finish, and I'll come to collect the plate."
"OK..."
After Nanali agreed, Lane went back to get Nanali's lunch portion and returned to Nanali's room door.
The door was slowly pushed open a crack. Nanali reached out to take the lunch, then looked up at Lane deeply again, and finally closed the door.
That last look at Lane seemed to be confirming something.
Nanali ate by herself in the room, while Lane and the others started eating directly around the table.
Daixi first ate a big mouthful of food with a fork without any maid demeanor, then her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her face was full of happiness.
Hungry, Rowlin first carefully took a small bite, and then couldn't stop. The hand holding the fork even moved so fast that it almost left an afterimage. Although Deli also liked the dishes Lane cooked very much, at least she still had the demeanor of a maid. She chewed and swallowed each bite slowly, enjoying the process of eating.
After lunch, the two maids went to wash the dishes.
Rowlin leaned back on the chair contentedly, looking comfortable.
It would be great if I could eat such food every day...
Rowlin swore that this was the most delicious and satisfying lunch she had ever had.
"Don't lie there. Get up quickly."
Lane sighed: "It's time to go back to the college."
"Oh oh, OK!"
Rowlin immediately got up and followed Lane out of the mansion.
Before leaving, Lane also turned to look at the door of Nanali's room.
I wonder if the young lady ate well...
Then came the most nightmarish time of the entire day for Rowlin.
Clearly, she was just at the peak of happiness in life a moment ago, but the next moment, she fell into an endless abyss. The ups and downs of life are nothing more than this.
On the streets of Art City, a thin horse turned into lightning, shuttling through the streams of people. Many people didn't even see clearly what had passed by.
However, what everyone heard was that on top of that thing, it seemed to be resounding with... a woman's screams.
"Ugh ah ah ah!!!"
Sitting on the horseback, Rowlin hugged Lane's waist tightly, pressed her face against Lane's back, closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't stop screaming.
Even Lane was bothered by her voice. Lady, are you the reincarnation of the wailing female demon of the Demon Race?
Riding the horse at full speed into the Alcott College, Lane suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the horse.
Rowlin hurriedly got off the horse, stumbled a few steps, reached out to support a pillar, and then...
"Ugh--"
Just like that, she threw up without any ladylike image.
The delicious food she just ate at the mansion, in the blink of an eye, intimately merged into the soil of the Alcott College.
Poor Rowlin. She had never ridden a horse before. The first time she rode a horse, it was Lane's.
This round trip, riding a horse is probably going to become the most indelible shadow in Rowlin's life.