"You... you ate it all?" she asked, raising the spatula.
"I had quite a scare just now. A little chicken soup helps calm the nerves." Old Man Goodman put on a pitiful look and, after speaking, even let out a burp for good measure.
Ashley Bowen was so furious she wanted to stab him with the spatula! She also felt the urge to join Yuri in calling him a 'scruffy old man!'
But she managed to hold back her anger.
"Imperial Concubine, I've already had lunch. You don't need to worry about me."
"Oh, is that so... Well then, I'll go get Yuri his soup."
Ashley Bowen put down the spatula, brought out the last of the soup for Yuri Sinclair, and then dished up a bowl of white rice for herself before sitting down across from him.
Their eyes met. With a hint of shyness in her voice, Ashley said, "Go on, eat."
"Let's eat together." With that, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out to her lips.
