After Jasper left the tea house, he went straight home. It was getting late, so he thought Wendy had fallen asleep, but when he got home he saw that lights were still on. He pushed open the door and entered the house, looking at the bright lights in confusion.
In the past, the main lights would be turned off and only a night light would be left on for him. However, why was it so bright today?
There was a crackling sound from the kitchen, and the more Jasper thought about it, the more suspicious he became. As he was walking to the door of the kitchen, he spotted a figure busying away in front of him.
Wendy was wearing an apron and was leaning against the wall to support her body while cooking. At the same time, he could smell the smell of pears. Jasper knew that Wendy was cooking this for him.
“You’re already dozing off, so why are you still up so late?”
He pushed open the door and entered.
Wendy did not expect him to come back so quickly, so the sudden sound startled her. Now, she was completely awake.
“Why wasn’t there any noise when you came back?” She patted her chest and gave him an angry look.
Jasper smiled and figured that it was because she was dozing off, but of course, he would not quibble with Wendy on this matter.
“Don’t stand there, come and have a taste. It’s boiled pear soup. You can eat the pear too. I heard that this is good for your internal organs and it can also relieve fatigue. I don’t know if that’s true but it is definitely better than taking medicine all the time.” Wendy opened the pot while she was talking, revealing a white bowl.
Inside the bowl was a whole pear with an empty core. The core of the pear had been dug out. It smelled very nice and there was a strong smell of the fruit in the air.
“Do you want to try some?” Wendy asked, blinking at him.
Wendy worked so hard to make this so, of course, Jasper would not let her down. Besides, this kind of warm atmosphere was enjoyable too. Jasper picked up the spoon to have a bite and found it pretty good.
“It’s good. You should have some too.”
Wendy leaned over, but her body paused slightly. She smelled the scent of camellia from Jasper’s body and immediately realized the that the wearer’s owner had to be a woman.
“Jasp, who did you go to see?”
The sudden question made Jasper freeze. “No one. I just went to meet two friends.”
Jasper was afraid that Wendy would overthink, so he spoke very vaguely.
“Then it seems to be a female friend. I was wondering why the fragrance of this camellia perfume was so strong.” Wendy seemed to say that unintentionally while cleaning up the dishes.
Jasper touched his forehead. Despite her unconcerned look, she might be analyzing every sentence Jasper said with her ears pricked at this moment. Jasper had no choice but to tell her everything that happened tonight.
“Negotiations? So when you saw Soros this morning, he came to negotiate?”
Jasper nodded.
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