“Really?” Eugene chuckled, immediately calling over the waiter and ordering another bowl! of tomato cream soup.
The soup arrived quickly. Eugene took a sip, and his eyes lit up with delight. “This is fantastic—especially whatever they've fried
and put in here. It's so flavorful when you bite into it.”
“Croutons,” Sylvia said with a smile.
“They're delicious!” Eugene grinned, tipping the bowl to drink a generous mouthful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBy the end of the meal, he'd barely touched any of his other dishes, but the entire bow! of tomato soup was gone.
After they finished eating, they left the restaurant together. Sylvia said her goodbyes, “I drove here, so I'll head out first!”
“Wait up!” Eugene called, hurrying over to his own car.
He opened the passenger side and cback carrying two shopping bags, which he handed to Sylvia. “These are snourishing
dessert jars | made for you. You work so hard and barely have tto cook. Have one every day—it’s good for you.”
Sylvia immediately shook her head. “You really don’t need to do this. If | need something, | can get it myself.”
“They're not store-bought,” Eugene insisted, arm still outstretched, his expression earnest. “I had someone at hprepare them
from scratch, simmered for hours, and sealed them fresh in jars. It's much cleaner and fresher than anything you'd buy. Trust me.”
“Honestly, [—"
Before Sylvia could finish refusing, Eugene walked straight over to her car, opened the passenger door, and placed the bags inside.
“They're already made. It'd be a shto let them go to waste,” he said, shutting the door. “Just remember to warm them up in
the microwave before eating—don’t have them cold.”
Sylvia didn’t argue further. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Head hand get srest, all right?” Eugene's smile was gentle. “Work can wait until tomorrow. You're
off the clock now—Ilet yourself relax for once. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
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