Hmm?
Mrs. Robertson was stunned for a moment and thought she had misheard, “You want me to make you soup?”
That’s all?
The light in Jurrian’s eyes still shone with longing and expectation, “To be honest, my parents died when I was very young and they didn’t take care of me much.
I grew up as a child eating a hundred different kinds of food, and then I worked hard to study medicine, and I was taken care of by my brother and professor, who saw that I was too thin and gave me a lot of soup.
I said at the time that this was the best soup in the world, but Sifu said that the best soup in the world was Mrs. Robertson your stew, just one sip and any pain could be forgotten.
I’ve always wanted to try it, and now I finally have the chance.”
Mrs. Robertson’s cheeks flushed at these words, “Did the boy really say that? At that time, he was still fighting with me, but he still praised me like that outside!”
Mother and son really do not hold grudges against each other.
“Of course, I would have complimented you, otherwise I wouldn’t have remembered it until now.” Jurrian continued, “May I, Mrs. Robertson, if it’s not too much trouble for you?”
“No trouble, no trouble.” Mrs. Robertson waved her hand, “It’s just a bowl of soup, from now on you come to the Koo’s old house every day, I’ll make soup for you!”
“Really, thank you Mrs. Robertson!” Jurrian smiled happily, showing two playful little tiger teeth.
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The soup was finalized.
Jurrian went to the Koo’s old house the next day at noon with a gift.
“Oh my God, Jurrian, you just came, why did you bring me a gift?” Mrs. Robertson looked angry, “You’re still being a stranger to me, aren’t you?”
“I didn’t have a gift, but I saw this in the window on the way and it suited Mrs. Robertson, so I bought it.” Jurrian replied, “Mrs. Robertson, open it and take a look, I don’t know if I’ve chosen it well.”
Mrs. Robertson answered yes and opened the gift box in front of her.
Inside was a pendant made of jade, very antique, hollowed out in the middle and exquisitely patterned on the outside, exquisite.
“It’s for hanging on the wall, the hollow can be stuffed with some herbs or spices to help sleep or to fill the room with fragrance.” Jurrian explained the purpose.
“That’s very kind, come here and hang this in my room.” Mrs. Robertson immediately ordered the maid.
The maid obeyed the order and took the jade pendant upstairs.
“By the way Mrs. Robertson, just call me Jurrian from now on, that’s what my senior brother calls me, it seems friendly.” Jurrian said.
Mrs. Robertson naturally begged, immediately shouted Jurrian.
“Aunt Robertson,” said Jurrian, with a smile curving the corners of his eyes.
After the two of them chatted for a while, Mrs. Robertson finally remembered that she still had the soup, so she hurriedly brought it out.
A steaming bowl of chicken soup with goji berries and party ginseng, and carefully skimmed off the oil, the soup base is rich, with red goji berries and green onions, especially appetizing.
Jurrian drank it all in one gulp.
“It’s delicious, can I have another bowl?” Jurrian asked.
“Of course!” Mrs. Robertson immediately nodded, “Wait, I’ll go get it for you right now.”
When she got up and went to the kitchen, there was a clear joy in her back.
Since Rupert and Anna got married and the two of them started a new family, she couldn’t be bothered, so she could only pass the time by herself.
But after so many experiences, she also knows that the sisterhood in this high society circle is fake, and every time she goes to afternoon tea, she will inexplicably feel hypocritical and disgusted.
So I stopped going and stayed at home every day to dwell.
Thanks to Jurrian, I finally found something to do!