Chapter 203 Warmth
Patrick took a few bites of the fish from the stew and his eyes instantly lit up. “Whoa, you can cook really well, Genev! This is the best fish I’ve ever eaten in my life. I won’t get tired of it even if I am to eat it for a month.”
“Really?” Genevieve’s lips quirked up. “If we’re still here tomorrow, I’ll make fish stew again. You better not throw up.”
“Sure,” he replied with a raised brow and a smile. “I’m just afraid that there won’t be enough of it. There’s no way I’ll get tired of it.”
To him, the dishes she made were so much more delicious than those made in restaurants.
After lunch, Genevieve took care of her clothes as well as Patrick’s. As Agnes was heading to the mall to get something, she asked if the former wanted to head there together.
With that, Genevieve went out with Agnes.
While they were shopping, Agnes asked if Genevieve was here to work. The latter could tell that she held no bad intentions and that it was a genuine question, so she answered calmly.
Genevieve bought a few sets of clothes. As they passed by a dessert shop on their way back, she headed in to buy some desserts and a box of cream puffs.
Once they were back at the hostel, Genevieve noticed that there was a young man in the living room. Sitting on his legs was a little girl no more than three years old. She was holding a ukulele.
The little girl was picking at the strings and was playing random tunes on the ukulele.
The man, Paul, kissed the girl’s cheek and praised, “Our Little Bean is amazing! She’s going to become a musician when she’s older!”
“Oh, please, being a musician is like burning money. Can afford it with the little money you have?” Agnes questioned when she heard that.
Then, turning to Genevieve, she said, “This is my husband and my daughter. They don’t usually come here, but it’s too troublesome to head back since it’s the Torch Festival today. They’ll be staying here for tonight.”
Genevieve greeted the man with a nod, then quickly picked up her stuff and headed to her room.
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