Nocturne nodded his agreement.
At that moment, Jared came in, holding a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Esther clapped her hands in delight, "Nocturne’s Daddy makes the best soup ever, I'm practically drooling!"
Esther was a little foodie at heart, but because of her delicate constitution, her diet was exceptionally strict.
On most days, she had to settle for whole grains.
Since Jared's arrival, he had been concocting soups for Nocturne daily.
Esther, lured by the aroma, was always tempted.
However, Mr. Hanson had instructed her to avoid rich foods.
So, she was only allowed to taste a little bit.
Jared served Esther just a small bowl.
Despite her cravings, Esther was always polite.
It wasn't until the four of them were seated around the quaint square dining table that she began to eat.
The chicken soup Jared had simmered on low heat for two hours was indeed something special.
It seemed to contain certain herbal ingredients, which left a subtle, medicinal fragrance dancing on the tongue.
Esther finished her portion quickly.
Resting her chin on the table, she gazed longingly at the others.
Her expression was pitiable. But knowing her own health limits, she didn't ask for more.
Agnes, too, finished her soup neatly. Her stomach had been uneasy these past few days, feeling bloated and uncomfortable no matter what she ate.
But Jared's soup was so soothing.
With each spoonful, the previously tender areas in her stomach felt increasingly warm.
Throughout the meal, Agnes chatted intermittently with Jared.
Of course, the topic of concern was Nocturne's health.
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