By the time he woke up, it was already afternoon.
His head was still hurting. When he walked out of the room, he didn't see Blair. He just stood in the corridor and smelled the fragrance.
Along the way, he walked into the kitchen along with the fragrance. He saw a pot of soup on the small stove, and a servant was guarding it.
"What is this?"
"Mrs. Duncan got up early and made the chicken soup herself. She ordered us to keep the fire warm and wait for you to wake up to drink it."
"Oh, she can cook."
It was the first time that he knew that Blair knew how to cook. He had never seen her cook at home before.
It seemed that there were many things he didn't know about that woman.
"Young Master, are you drinking soup now?" the servant asked.
He nodded.
A bowl of rich golden soup was fill
