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.

bamboo shoots, she recognized them as the specialty only found

with two bags

math. Half the shoots had probably ended up in

has got more concern for me than you do. Jessie, when are you going to whip up some

scoffed, Just

she queried, Is Jeslyn upstairs? Ill head up to find her. Oh,

You learned it

would only encourage him

spun on her heel, gliding upstairs, ignoring his

finished the soup in 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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