He could read her thoughts, so as she entered, he quipped, âSlip into something comfy and join me for some soup.
Itâs chicken soup with fresh bamboo shoots.
Took a good four hours to cook.
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Jessie slipped on her slippers, brushing off his antics.
In a soft voice, she inquired, âWhereâs Jeslyn?â
Wearing a forlorn expression, Albert lamented, âYou sure you donât want a taste? Your mother has been at it all afternoon.
Sheâs made enough for an army, I reckon.
She even threw in your share.
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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 Jessieâs disbelief, so he offered her a taste.
As Jessie spotted the bamboo shoots, she recognized them as the specialty only found at her auntâs place.
Her mom had returned from Tashkao with two bags of them.
Jessie did the math.
Half the shoots had probably ended up in Albertâs soup.
Noting Jessieâs silence, Albert grinned, âSeems your mother has got more concern for me than you do.
Jessie, when are you going to whip up some chicken soup for me?â
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Jessie scoffed, âJust you wait.
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With a businesslike air, she queried, âIs Jeslyn upstairs? Iâll head up to find her.
Oh, and Mr.
Waston, whatâs on the agenda for her lessons?â
Albert took a sip of soup, nonchalantly remarking, âHungarian sounds great.
You learned it in the past few years, didnât you?â
Jessie saw through his shamelessness.
Paying him any mind would only encourage him further.
She spun on her heel, gliding upstairs, ignoring his antics.
Albert finished the soup in silence.
Wiping his lip, he called for Elsie, âYouâre off for a month.
Send all the staff and gardeners home on holiday as well.
â
Elsie was taken aback.
âMr.
Waston, whatâs the plan? Youâre still weak and need care.
â
Albert thought Elsie was dense.
He settled onto the sofa, flipping through a magazine with ease.
âGot someone right here to look after me.
â
It took Elsie a while to grasp the situation.
She admired Albert but also felt concerned.
âIs Miss Green okay with this?â
Albert flashed a smile.
Elsie caught on and exclaimed, âMiss Greenâs a real softie.
Mr.
Waston, youâre something else.
Tough girls canât resist a clingy guy.
Keep pestering Miss Green like this, even if sheâs sore about you being hitched, her soft spot will win out.
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