Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 682

As the sun set and cast a warm glow over the city, Caspian stepped out of the Ministry of Infrastructure, where a carriage was already waiting for him.

Before he climbed aboard, he said, "Let's head to the end of Jubilant Street first. My wife mentioned a couple of days ago that she wanted to have Harold's ravioli. I want to buy some fresh ones to cook at home."

"I'm afraid he won't be set up yet," the coachman, Charles, replied.

Harold's ravioli stall only opened at night. The capital was thriving, and both Jubilant Street and Beacon Street buzzed with activity when night fell.

"It's almost time. We can wait a bit once we get there," Caspian said with a wave of his hand.

Charles chuckled. "You really care for your wife, don't you, sir?"

Caspian playfully tapped Charles on the head and smiled. "She's a good woman who married me and is raising our children. How could I not treat her well? And you'd best take care of Jenny too."

Charles nodded and grinned. "I understand, sir."

Charles had grown up in the Prince household, and Jenny was a girl brought into the family at a young age. A couple of years back, Caspian had arranged for the marriage, and Jenny now served at Luna's side.

As they arrived at the end of Jubilant Street, they saw vendors beginning to set up their stalls one by one. Harold was now elderly and slower in his movements, so Caspian and Charles quickly went to assist him.

When Harold spotted Caspian, he smiled and said, "Mr. Prince! Back again to buy ravioli for your wife?"

"Indeed, Harold. My wife loves your ravioli. She won't touch anyone else's, not even what our chef makes. It just doesn't suit her tastes," Caspian replied.

Harold laughed and waved his hand. "No need to help. I can manage this on my own."

But Caspian and Charles continued to lend a hand, setting up the stall until it was ready. Once they finished, Harold began to prepare the ravioli, as the dough and fillings had already been made and brought over.

"Why don't you sit for a moment, Mr. Prince? It'll be ready soon," Harold said. "How much are you buying this time?"

"Just five pounds again," Caspian said.

Harold sighed gently. "You and your wife have kind hearts. Good people always receive their rewards."

Harold had been running his stall for many years, but business had never been great. It wasn't that his ravioli wasn't delicious. It was just that he moved too slowly and had no one to help him. Many customers simply didn't want to wait.

When Caspian brought Luna to try Harold's ravioli, she instantly declared her fondness for it after just one taste. Even though she couldn't possibly eat that much, she insisted on buying five pounds each time and would take it home to share with the servants. Luna just wanted to support his business.

A clear, cheerful voice called out, "Harold, I'd like a serving of ravioli, please!"