He could read her thoughts, so as she entered, he quipped, Slip into something comfy and join me for some soup. Its chicken soup with fresh bamboo shoots. Took a good four hours to cook.

Jessie slipped on her slippers, brushing off his antics.

Ina soft voice, she inquired, Wheres Jeslyn? Wearing a forlorn expression, Albert lamented, You sure you dont want a taste? Your mother has been at it all afternoon. Shes made enough for an army, I reckon. She even threw in your share.

Jessie was puzzled.

What was he on about? Her mom sending chicken soup over? Jessie found it hard to believe her mom would cook chicken soup for Albert.

Albert could sense Jessies disbelief, so he offered her a taste.

the bamboo shoots, she recognized them as the specialty only found at her aunts

two bags of

the math. Half the shoots had probably ended up

than you do. Jessie, when are you

scoffed, Just you

Is Jeslyn upstairs? Ill head up to find her. Oh, and Mr. Waston,

sip of soup, nonchalantly remarking, Hungarian sounds great. You learned it in the past few years, didnt you?

any mind would only encourage

spun on her heel, gliding upstairs, ignoring

silence. Wiping his lip, he called for Elsie, Youre off for a month. Send all the staff and gardeners home on

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