"Well, I fell asleep." At this point, she came over and sat beside Albert. "Husband, meat asked me a question just now."

"Oh? What‘s the problem?"

"Meat asked about his father."

After listening to Martha‘s words, Albert said for a long time, "I want to bring the meat home as soon as possible. But this will end the trip ahead of schedule. What do you think?"

"What‘s there to think about?" Martha lost his smile. "Go home, I miss Pamela too. Besides, go back early and let the meat get used to it earlier."

"Wan Ping, thank you."

"Thank you for what, we can come out again later."

"Good."

"Then, should you tell Claudia?"

Albert nodded and put the book and glasses on the bedside table. "I‘ll call pupil tomorrow. She should have no problem."

"Do you think I am the kind of person you call me?"

"Yo, Her Royal Highness‘s Chinese is really good. She can use so many idioms."

"That is! When I like Wen..."

"Hmm? How is it?"

"Tut! Claudia, don‘t change the subject! Princess Ben is not your sidekick!"

Elizabeth held her arm in her arms and her face was full of disdain.

"Well, then I‘ll go by myself." Claudia said and turned to leave.

Elizabeth opened her mouth and stamped her feet, but she still ran after her.

"Why did you follow again?"

"I‘m afraid you‘re clumsy. I can‘t explain anything else to Wen!"

After getting along with each other, Claudia discovered that Her Royal Highness was a typical example of a knife, a mouth and a tofu heart, and her arrogance and domineering appearance were spoiled.

But also, after all, the somebody else is a princess of a country.

It is also normal to love a little temper.

In the past two days, Rowan has generally recovered well, only mentioning that she wants to drink the soup she cooked.

Thinking that there should be a Chinese market here, she is going to buy some materials to satisfy Mr. Rowan‘s appetite.

Elizabeth came to the Chinese market for the first time. Before that, she did not even know that there was such a place in Country Y.

This time, she was honest and never dared to get rid of the bodyguard again. Instead, she made sure that the bodyguard followed her step by step and three times.

Claudia looked at this and took her arm with a smile. "Relax, are you afraid that others will not notice you?"

"Yes, is there?"

"Yes."

Elizabeth vomited at Claudia and asked, "What soup do you want to cook for Wen? Can you cook soup?"

"Well, I will also cook some dishes for you to try when I have the opportunity."

She just said it casually, but she didn‘t expect Elizabeth to suddenly stop and look at her earnestly.

Claudia smiled and asked, "What‘s the matter? What are you looking at?"

"I seem to know why Wen likes you?"

"Oh? Why?"

"I won‘t tell you!" Elizabeth snorted and her little temper dragged up again.

Claudia couldn‘t help pinching the tip of her nose. From this point of view, she was still a little cute.

After buying the ingredients, Elizabeth helped borrow the hospital kitchen. Driven by curiosity, she watched Claudia busy.

The thick soup was "gurgling" against the lid.

Just hearing the sound, I felt my index finger move greatly, not to mention the fragrance, which suddenly floated far away.

Arthur, who smelled the fragrance, pushed open the kitchen door and asked with a smile, "What are you doing? So fragrant?"

"Claudia is cooking soup!" Elizabeth pointed to the casserole on the gas stove. "For Wen to drink."

Arthur nodded, went to his sister and whispered, "It seems that you get along well with her and don‘t regard her as a rival in love?"

Elizabeth blushed a little and muttered, "She is my friend."

This surprised Arthur.

Claudia was the first to let the little princess let go and admit that she was a friend.

It seems that this oriental angel indeed has his own magic.

Making soup is a very boring thing, and fortunately Elizabeth is chattering with her to relieve boredom.

So when the soup was cooked, Claudia filled her with a bowl first.

Elizabeth held the soup bowl and looked at the milky white soup with wide eyes.

I took a sip and almost melted my tongue.